Cooking up a blizzard.
Lost and unguided tendrils of space hold me captive,
the trebles of your heart beating
leads me back to my my Home.
That infinite gaze of yours into my dilapidated eyes,
is like a portal to you to look into my soul.
You blanket all my darkness
With your semi-pixie cut.
You’re my tree of knowledge
I bask in it’s shade.
Powdered Sugar coating on cupcakes.
Your silk armour protects your vulnerability,
My sincere apologies to all the arrows that gaped through.
Cover me under your angel wings,
Dab away my streaming reservoirs and replace them
with pollen and sweet nectar.
Your wishbone sacramental daydreams and dreams.
I feel so lost without you.
Bandage my old wounds with your tender hands,
Kiss me with your lush lips
sending jolts of star dust upstream,
within my veins dancing with yours palpitating feet.
My shot of euphoria and bleeding antidote.
My poetry.
You, Kalon.
Let’s raise a toast to your
beauté remarquable éternel, mon soleil
your free spirit,
your beauty of a ghost,
your heart racing with joy,
your heart steaming up with reticent sadness,
build up anger that come crashing down
like a typhoon detaching from the human perspecta.
I miss you.
Your emotional mess and literal mess,
I’m your magic broom.
You, my inspiration.
You, my groove.
You, my you.
You. My everyone and everything.
You’re fun filled supressed omnipresent electric feel.
You, The only Solis in my galaxy.
I love you.
Sharing your grandoise orangy tinge yellow light.
Bottling up a few star
in a bottle of red wine,
For her Luna.
Solis is 21 a (000,000,000) today.
**You’re irreplacable.

Atomori mi,
                Like any iyawo eyan, girlfriend eni, aburo eni, ore eni, ololufe eni yan, olugboran okan eni, my expectations for you are so high, lofty and grandoise! I have however grown to learn that my commitment to you cannot be hinged on attainments or by anyone.  So regardless of whoever that doesnt accept you, or how high you fly, how far you go, or how much you accoomplish. Females might have walked away for a reason or two, but you can be rest assured that I Adebola will always be at your corner, cheering you on. Owo le masi, but fulfilling happiness I can offer with good food for your belly and your thought, Ko si ikan ti ole yawa, ju iku ati yourself (ara e). I have your back anytime; anyday. Also, I have grown to trust you,and that my sweet is one key to a successful relationship. With every beat of my life; Olatokunbo Gabriel Atomori Awoga, you are all I love ♡♡♡♡ {WEBOMLYAAIL}
I adore, love and cherish you!
Happy New Year, ife mi !
Debola Oluyomi copyright © 2014

Atomori mi,
                 Like any iyawo eyan, girlfriend eni, aburo eni, ore eni, ololufe eni yan, olugboran okan eni, my expectations for you are so high, lofty and grandoise! I have however grown to learn that my commitment to you cannot be hinged on attainments or by anyone ( ko si eni ke ni ).  So regardless of whoever that doesn't accept you, or how high you fly, how far you go, or how much you accomplish. Women might have walked away for a reason or two, but you can be rest assured that I Adebola will always be at your corner, cheering you on. Owo le masi, but fulfilling happiness I can offer with good food for that of your belly and thought, Ko si ikan ti ole yawa, ju iku ati yourself (ara e). I have your back anytime; any day. Also, I have grown to trust you,and that my sweet is one key to a successful relationship. With every beat of my life; Olatokunbo Gabriel Atomori Awoga, you are all I love ♡♡♡♡ {WEBOMLYAAIL}
I adore, love and cherish you!  Always & Forever is our logo, isn't it???
Happy New Year, ife mi !
Opemipo "Debola Oluyomi" Oluwole copyright © 2014

When you think of touristy locales, Italy is at the top of the list,
Picking a specific place at random would be wise to desist,
The options are so many that one is spoilt for choice,
But at the end of it all, it is a matter to rejoice

Overlooking the sunny Amalfi Coast, Positano boasts of a picturesque landscape,
Colorful, cliffside villas beckon visitors wanting to experience the "great escape",
The sophisticated resort town is the jewel of southern Italy's iconic Amalfi Coast,
The spectacular setting of this vertical town is so enchanting that it deserves a toast

Positano is just a forty minute ferry ride from neighboring town Sorrento,
The sound of waves crashing against the pebbled shores is sheer gusto,
Not surprising that Positano translated means a "place to stop",
The visual dramatic vertical panorama of colors serves the perfect backdrop

Seen from the sea, Positano projects a stunning color combo that is visually transcendent,
The unmissable green of the Monti Lattari mountain range appears so gloriously resplendent,
The white, pink and yellow of the cascading Mediterranean houses have a vertiginous effect,
The blue of the sea and the silvery grey of the pebble beaches provide the surreal connect

The imposing, colorful majolica-tiled dome of the Church of Santa Maria Assunta is iconic,
A testament to Positano's beauty and history, seeing it's revered architectural work is euphoric,
A Byzantine-inspired icon of the ****** Mary can be seen in the church's interior,
It is popular for exchanging wedding vows, with an impressive belltower on the exterior

Positano's waterfront is the Spiaggia Grande pristine beach whose grandoise is no empty boast,
Spanning in excess of three hundred meters, it is one of the largest in the Amalfi Coast,
Reputed for it's ever crowded sandy shores and a postcard-worthy view that is breathtakingly intense,
As visitors chill out in umbrella-shaded lounge chairs, savoring an unforgettable experience

Access to downtown involves climbing steps, steep winding walkways and narrow streets,
Trendy fashion brands on display in numerous cute clothing boutiques are a visual treat,
Art galleries, souvenir shops and ceramicware shops abound every step of the way,
One cannot but pause and admire the various artisans' intricate works that hold sway

Handmade leather sandals, customized and readily crafted to perfection is an authentic Positano experience,
Rows and rows of designer clothing shops convey local artisans' innovative ways of wielding purchasing influence,
Limoncello liquer made with Amalfi Coast lemons is a Positano specialty that absolutely must be tasted,
That it is the second most popular liquer in Italy (after Campari) and made from neutral alcohol cannot be understated

Amalfi lemons are very sweet, prized for their low acidity and delicate flavor,
Used for making jams, sorbettos, preserves and various desserts to savor,
Campania cuisine have a generous dose of flavoring with Amalfi lemon juice or zest,
Visitors thronging local restaurants are treated to delicacies that are some of the best

Positano's countless romantic restaurants serve a plethora of seafood offerings and local specialties,
Barilotto is an unique cheese that is subtly sweet with creamy and mild flavors, sans any trivialities,
The cheese aromas are delicate, fresh and buttery with a hard, smooth and firm texture offering,
Made from water buffalo's milk by heating the whey & aged for at least forty days, before becoming a serving

The memories of this picturesque town linger long after the visit is done,
As you tick off another scenic Italian locale that has hearts to be won,
Images of the colorful setting (s) remain hard to erase from the mind,
As you set about planning the next adventure, leaving this one behind

The prince and the pauper.
The princess and peasant.
Perpetuating old cliches,
because aren't the differences pleasant?

Romance needs some room to play.
Fill in those gaps of mystery
with grandoise schemes and complex games.

Everyone's a winner.

The beauty and the beast.
The ******* and the tease.
The sheltered ones who live in dreams,
and the streetwise kids who do as they please.

Everyone loves a mystery,
but old cliches only capture so much.
Why do we need a conflict of different world views
to pluck the strings of our hearts?

I read a Thousand love sonnets,
Oh what grandoise thoughts I had of
You Pablo,
Somehow sitting beside an open fire,
Highly romanticised visions
Running through you in
Crystalline clarity of the human heart.
       Oh what wonderous mythic thoughts
I had until I went grocery shopping.
I see you Pablo Neruda in your
Naked truth,
A sun setting fatigue over you,
You scrawling about a list of food,
At first which I thought was the Poem.
     But this could not be the Poem,
Words cannot fluster a man like you,
     I followed for a while ,first in awe,
Then in a sad curiousity.
  What happend to this man
And the allusions of such brilliant
Women in white dresses that must
Dance through his corridors?
      He walks a tired walk,
Slowly approaching another figure.
And there was the plain truth
Of a plain man with the adventurous heart.
    " Did you get the pork chops?"
She asks him in a worn down voice.
    "Yes dear"

And in this stroke of reality
Where dreams come to swift the soul
Away into the portico on some purple
Glazed sunlit dusk,
    Or the woman seeking the warmth
From the benighted snow next to
A porcelain fire which seemingly
Births tiny star like embers that light
The eyes of the lovers,
    I realise that it is the escape that is poetry,
The words are groanings of the deepest
Nature of the person,
    And the truth is not necessary,
For the poem sets us free from what
We all seem to already know.

Before the silent gaze
Took me into formless mazes,
A thought was born
And I took open the smallest
Smile,
Under oak trees with grandoise
Flare that shade
Had made undet the burning
Of my calloused mind,
The insanity took A moment
To greet me into the brisk
Warm hill country sun.

I am and that is all.
I take peace in this, my soul
It seems is at the beginning
Where the children are steady
And the pale face of death smiles
Understanding
I was here among the tombstone
Of politics long since repeated.

I WAS FORBIDDEN TO SEE HIS FACE OR HIS PHYSIQUE
BUT HE ALWAYS LET ME KNOW THAT HE WAS THERE.
HE GAVE ME THE FINER THINGS AND TREATED ME FAIR,
AND I KNOW THAT HE LOVED ME I DARE SAY, OF THAT
HE NEVER SWAYED.

SINCE THE DAY I HAVE BEEN TAKEN AWAY
FROM MY FATHER AND SISTERS, I HAVE LIVED WITH
THIS MAN AS MY HUSBAND, NEVER TO SEE HIS FACE
BUT ONLY TO FEEL HIS TOUCH.
ALWAYS LEFT TO WONDER IF HE WAS A MAN WITH BEAUTIFUL
FEATURES OR A HIDEOUS DEFECT OF AN UNFORSEEN CREATURE.

HIS LOVE WAS GENUINE FOR HE NEVER FAILS TO TELL ME, NEVER FAILS TO SHOW ME AND TO THAT I HOLD TRUE HIS LOVE FOR ME, IT WAS NEVER BLUE. FOR ONE DAY AFTER NEARLY A YEAR OF HIS PLEASANT LOVE HE ALLOWED MY BELOVED SISTERS TO COME AND PAY ME A VISIT AND I WAS NEVER MORE THE HAPPIER FOR I HAD NOT SEEM THEM SINCE I HAVE BEEN TAKEN.
BUT OTHER REASONS HAD THEY FOR THEIR VISIT, OH I WAS SO MISTAKEN.

THEY POURED INTO MY SUBCONSCIOUS MIND
THEIR LIES, DECIET AND THEIR MALACE FOR THEY
HAVE BECOME ENVIOUS OF THE SPLENDOR THAT HAD BEFALLEN ME,
OF THE GRANDOISE OF MY CONFORT; THEY THOUGHT ME TO LIVE UNHAPPY
BUT WERE TAKEN ABACK AND SO BELIEVED THAT I WAS NOT FIT FOR SUCH A PALACE. THEY FILLED MY HEAD WITH SUCH OPPOSITES, TWISTED HALF-TRUTHS AND CONVINCED ME THEY DID, FOR I LET THEM GET THE BEST OF ME.

ONE NIGHT AS MY BELOVED SLEPT, INTO HIS ROOM I CREPT AND AT HIS SIDE
I TOOK THE CANDLE AND AS QUICKLY AS I GRABBED THE SCONCE I TOURCHED IT
AND HELD IT AS HIGH ABOVE HIM AS I CAN HANDLE.

LOW AND BEHOLD MY BREATH WAS TAKEN AS I STOOD THERE IN FRONT OF
MY HUSBAN I WAS SO FROZEN!
THERE I STOOD TAKEN ABACK JUST STARING AT HIS GLORIOUS FEATURES.
ALL GOLDEN! LOVELY GOLDEN LOCKS OF HONEY SCENTED HAIR, SMOOTH SILKY
SKIN SO SOFT AND FARE, AND LONG BEAUTIFUL GOLDEN LASHES.

OH, HOW I WAS SO WRONG ABOUT HIM, ABOUT EVERYTHING.  I WAS SO
WRONG TO HAVE DOUBTED HIM, BUT IT WAS TOO LATE.
MY LOVE CAUGHT ME LOOKING DOWN ON HIM AND AS I CAME OUT OF MY
FROZEN STATE WITH A STARTLED REFLEX, I UNINTENTIONALLY BURNED HIM
WITH HOT WAX FROM MY CANDLE AND WITH A SCREAM SO LOVELY HE JUMPED
FROM HIS SERENE SLUMBER OFF THE BED, HE WAS GLARING AT ME,
THE BRIDE HE HAD WED AND HIS FACE TURNED SO SAD FOR ME BECAUSE
IN HIS HEART HE TRULY LOVED ME, BUT ALSO BECAUSE HE KNEW
WHAT MUST BE DONE.

“MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
HAVE I NOT TOLD YOU FROM THE VERY BEGINNING
THAT MY LOVE WAS ALL YOU NEEDED TO TRUST?
INSTEAD YOU BETRAY ME WITH YOUR UNCERTAINTY.
HAVE I NOT TOLD YOU THAT I WAS A MAN OF HONOR,
INTERGRITY, OF HOPE AND OF LOVE?
YET YOU GO AND FORSAKE ME WITH YOUR MORTAL CURIOUSITY
AND FOR THAT I MUST LEAVE YOU, FOR YOU DO NOT DESERVE ME
MY SWEET LOVE.”

I FELL DOWN TO MY KNEES AS I WATCHED WITH TEARS OF SADNESS
ONCE FULL OF JOY FOR HIS GLORY WAS TOO MUCH TO BEHOLD,
THE BEAUTIFUL CREATURE WHO HAD TAKEN ME TO WIFE,
SPREAD HIS MIGHTY WINGS, TOOK HOLD OF HIS BOW AND SATCHEL
FULL OF GOLDEN ARROW TIPS AND IT WAS THEN THAT I HAD REALIZED MY HUSBAND NOT A MAN; OH MY HOW STUPID FOR I KNEW THEN MY HUSBAND, SON OF APHRODITE THE GODDESS OF LOVE, WAS CUPID!