You left us sometimes in March                
Leaving us in a cold dark world to match
Tears we shed, the world seems to be a dash

Sane brother turn lunatic as Kharon's boat was set for your flight
The tears of a mother, his bread winner gave up the fight
The quiet daughter turn noise maker, she couldn't bear the sight.
Innocent child smiled, all he wanted was jollof rice.

We remember how we had to start from the scratch
Battered and bruised, we forge ahead with all our might
Because life without you seems to be a mismatch
And all seems to be in darkness without your light

I remember waking up in the middle of the night
Making promises to get to your height
To achieve that you couldn't and be a light
To fulfill the legacy and carry on the torch to every fight

Moon spilling through a cloud, east
Eyes locked in incense spirals
A lovelock of moonstones
Ideath worn proudly
ideath worn quietly
Someone on the other end
breathing and her
Something between
like a rod of tired wind
Silent wind

The type of wind that blows down
egos and
dreams
and all ambition
ideath and trout
and i and the letter


And somewhere behind it all
An inspired lover
drawing his lovers portrait
for the first time
in flowers
only
flowers

As we pull back
(Retreat from bustle)

Patterns emerge

The human aim
to flatten with gravity
the sprite spirit
that would soar.

Every bodhi falls apart

I bring you death
solace and love

In equal overdoses.

And then we go on

Eve wrapping adam
skeletal frame
overgrown and fleshed

Tantric topiary
intertwined

And the one great thing-
no need to hurry

What happens to us when we die
when it is finally over
do we go up to the big sky
and get to meet Jehovah ?

or do we go into the ground
or further down to hell
an eternity of just one sound
when you from pain yell

or do we linger as a ghost
or is it more complex
and we live inside another host
paying twice the tax

while some believe we never die
in reincarnation theory
what if i come back as a fly ?
i think i best ask Siri

Obey
It hurts to hurt
A teaspoon of kindness
Ill+Crook =
1llcroox
1+1=Ideath?