Observing the flowing water
There is a feeling of tranquility
Which washes over the worries
Holding the essence of life
An elixir which infuses hope
Take a dip to energize the soul
Cleanses away the negativism
Remember, it’s a part of you
Connecting with your inner self
Rejuvenating the life’s possibilities
None greater force
Which can smoothen the rough edges
Life’s a tranquil flow

Today, I am gardening my life,
I'll root out  worrisome weeds,
Those thoughts that trouble me,
Cast them aside, those I'd never need.

I'll cut the grass of discontent
Layer it even, soft, green and sweet,
Smoothen  the furrows,
So I can run content, bare feet.

I'll water seeds planted with love,
Of friends made this year,
Friendships that bloomed,
That make life special, worth living and dear.

I'll welcome  butterflies,
And make homes for nesting birds,
With them, taste sun's ambrosia,
Soar and see the world.

I'll bask in the rainbow of colors,
Of blossoms brilliant bright,
And keep them sheltered,
When they sleep at night.

I'll capture the scented essence,
Of roses, jasmines and lilies
Place them in a jar,
My fragrant memories.

I'll love; rest and spend more time,
Under the shade of the  family tree,
Cherish every moment, every minute,
' Neath its precious canopy.

And I'll buy new saplings,
Sow them all carefully  in a row,
Of hopes, promises to me and mine,
And tend to them, make them grow

I want to tell you I could love you.
I could make you happy.
I could make you fall apart on the
bedroom floor,
helplessly and desperately proclaiming
that our love was more
than the nights of
raised arms and oceans of threatening depths.

But fifteen is an age when all of this
is just a dream,
a cliff where the jump is even more
dangerous than everyone says it to be.
Fifteen is the age when I believe,
that my hands have grown rough enough
to take yours
and maturity and age
have always been our similarity.
But fifteen is just another name for
"You're too young."

I cannot promise you that a wedding ring
would worth more than
the freedom to love the women
of taller heights and wider hips
for their lipstick is much darker
than the lip balm I use to
smoothen the dried skin.

For I do not know what it is like
to slide the glass between my fingers
and to taste the golden bubbles
freeze my teeth.

I do not know how to light a cigarette
or how to inhale the scent and death of rebellion.
I do not know how to let the ashes fall
unto the tray without burning my skin
and dirtying my nails.

I do not know how to make you want me,
how to dress and turn my curves
into mountains you wish to explore.
I do not know how to turn my tongue
into a weapon much deadlier
than the wind.
I do not know how to make you
feel beautiful.

So with all of the worlds streets, corners and
dimly lit bars,
I am nothing but a little pigtailed girl
with a lollipop in one hand and a poorly written
love note in the other.
And there you are,
as tall and as handsome as I've always seen
you as
with no time to look down,
only straight ahead.

But I guess, thats okay.
The heels would never have fit me anyway.

One sunny aftr’noon I chose
To stroll upon the sound
When suddenly I glimpsed ahead
And saw, me, on the ground

This vaguest doppelganger mimick’d
Ev’ry move I made
It spun upon the sand and whirl’d
As I turn’d away

Than standing still, I crook’d my head
And look’d behind in shock
I saw my mimic laying there
As wrought and real as rock

But as the sun began to sink
And moon commenc’d to rise
My companion stretch’d as on
A rack, before my very eyes

I slep’t upon the beach that night
Awaiting its return
And awoke to feel the sand against
My face begin to burn

Still half asleep, I stumbled to
The bay to wash my eyes
And while splashing water on my head
I view’d to my surprise

My shadow spread across the sand
And glinting smoothen’d stone
Now in days of solitude
I know I’m not alone

The wasted land,
Where the birds Sing,
but the people cry,

The purple city,
Burning in yellow
The cruellest month,
Which is flames mix with cold.
Sickening my mind all of a sudden.

Late winter sky is about to cry
conquer in wind,
Amber-hued, sunny and hot,
The owner of our secretes,
Hiding from our grieving eyes
Sinking in greyish blue cloud.

I found the best moment to write,
Right after melancholy moments.

From his smoothen skin to her so mean eyes,
Born something unknown desire to have,
Every touch of his, soaked in alky ash.
lets fire up that moment with unspoken truth.
Be as you always been,
Be that lover and don't be change

There was fear and the fire
With the suffused enough heart, like unbreakable
With the cried enough eyes, like compassionate
To each other, to the sea, which seems
The illusions lay before us on land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful
Neither joy, nor love,
Nor peace, nor help for pain;
Scattered the violet and blue light
Away from our eye sight
In this lonely city,
Where struggle and tenderness collide,
Swept with complex evening clouds.

to hold
the other's happiness
higher than your own

to lie in each other's arms
trembling with joy

always tell the whole truth
even though it may hurt

try to really listen
to each other's words

stand by each other
in times of sorrow

love the children
like your own

love each other as
you love yourselves

say it
when you need time for yourself
before the world falls apart

escape from the quotidian
with a sudden caress

on doors closed for a while
   rap gently

tell tenderly
each other's fears
and smoothen the frowning brow
with kisses

think of the little things
at breakfast

understand contradiction
as the sign of life

   only the dead
   contradict nobody

   not even themselves

It was just the two of us against all of the sky’s tears that night. Behind askew glasses and matted hair I watched you seep into the chilly wet darkness and pouring noise, how the iridescent urban glows blurred and blinked through your body, like fairy lights on black satin. You gripped my hollowness by the wrist and I came to respect the force of block falls on touch as you threw my world back on its two feet, not before a brief eternity of giddiness and disbelief. The supposedly accursed head of mine took in the images of shock through raindrop-filled lenses as my body changed direction against my will and gravity. My world was a kaleidoscope of lights and blaring horns, and with your hand around mine it was nothing but a distasteful harmony of passion and discord and it made me smile. You were yelling at me and I looked at you and I laughed. You asked me what I wanted and I begged and chortled and pleaded and giggled for the thousandth time, for you to hurry up and tell me that you don’t need me because I had somewhere else I need to go and even after all of that your grip only got tighter, sinking me into the eye of your storm. But that was just you, wasn’t it? Always ready to swallow me straight into your depths in times of uncertainty. I clutched the sides of your dripping face and I peered into your swimmy eyes to admire the reflection of my own and realized I could not find myself because all I saw was the apex of skyscrapers straight pass through your transparency as pure as the waters of the Maldives Islands on a sunny summer day quite unlike this one, but quite like the summers we spent in school for years walking down hate-filled corridors, fingers entwined and then suddenly I was afraid to touch you. I kicked and I screamed and tore ripples through your skin, begging you once more to pour me out of your hands so they are free to start scrubbing the belittling words off our locker doors, or the spay-painted ****** dripping red on the top of your locker like a store brand, hitting you on the head again and again the fact that not all rain yield desirable crops and yet you still pelted raindrop kisses on every inch of my puffy red cheeks till it was enough to smoothen my dry storm down to a drizzle. It was then I realized I was so, so cold. I looked tiredly down below and I was the Emperor of the gazillion city veins below, the King of the critter cars heading nowhere. I was God, and with that power I summoned it and looked back to earnestly, sahara-driedly request you to forget me once and for all because we are in the end sinners in the eyes of common sense, because you were too stubborn to flow out of the box to realize that I am the mercury leak to your springs, slowly diffusing into you when you spread yourself into every crevice of my body when we cuddle at night, a limitless barrel of radioactivity poured down your throat and all over your shirt in the shadows. You came into my life uninvited, flooded my earths with your torrents and left my world in a waste pool of yellow, but also a warm bed enough to nurse a young forest. I hate the way you swept me off since day one just as much as I love drinking in every last drop of your presence. Your arms wafted around my waist like petrichor and lured me back to safety. The rain on the 74th rooftop was ready to stop, but I was.  At least I wasn't sure.

Closing my eyes, I opted to drown.

Can I ask why we are playing pretend,
we've hit a bump in the road
and we're just carrying on like it was never there.
Hoping that the lies will be able to smoothen it out
so that no one will see the cracks it left behind.
But what if I am done pretending

He saw her soft flowing mane
Bouncing gracefully over her waist lean
She looked peaceful, she looked serene
What they shared together neither could explain.
She quickly pulled back her hair in a pony tail
How could he like them now that they were so thin and frail?

He looked into her expressive grey eyes
They were as deep as the oceans great
Gazing into them for eternity he could wait
They never betrayed her feelings, they looked wise.
She quickly covered them with her spectacles
How could he like them now with those dark circles?

His gaze moved over to her perfect smile
It had always had a mesmerizing effect
It still sent his heart racing the last time he checked
It added to her elegance, it added to her style.
She quickly stopped smiling to smoothen all the wrinkles
How could he like them now without those deep deep dimples!

Her appearance had changed over time
But he still remembered her as the beautiful young girl he had met years ago
She had a pure soul and a divine glow
Which had only grown manifold in her prime.
No words were needed for her to read his mind
After all age was just a number to be left behind.

So this Lady-of-Themes infused with Beat,
Whose Soft-Flamed Hands smoothen the Letter's Edge,
Whose Process define what Matters on Heat -
Like Ripe Seeds scattered take Root on the Ledge
Then enrich such Themes my Country indeed
Which plomb this Moment I can take to Pride:
Another Beauty marked Genious-of-East
And Future the Written Maiden abide
If Blessings - un-poped - then endowed onto her
For Utmost Talent was beyond belief
Still her Tongue the Innocent bid confer
To sand these Edges from Rough World's relief.
And by such Hands, let our Mothers invoke:
Youth indeed does Spell; And Spells out our Hope.

Adam waded out of the garden
With him Eve as his first shade of the Hades!
With faded glory and heavy heart
The earth moved with a tilt to avert
The inglorious eve from the sun in the west
In an attempt to set in the cover of darkness.
The leaves bent down as the branches
Stood still with the motionless wind aghast.
The adjoining creeks joined to weep
With the mother of mankind's misery.
Pearls of tears flushed down the cheeks
Of the deprived and devastated Eve.
The diabolic sin had created a contrast
In the invisible brightness of bliss,
To be visible and to perceive decibels
At the cost of losing the Invincible!

Adam's stoic resin tears seeped down
Like amber to petrify the sin at heart centre,
To convert the egoistic pinching pain into a relic
That should show witness for ages,
As a precious wreckage of man's first sin.
Transparent though yet the smothering Eve's pain
Must be confined at the centre of an air chamber
With a pair of tending dark fins of the lungs
That inhale and exhale like a wounded swan.

Still striving to smoothen and cool the pain stricken soul
Eve engaged herself to cover his chest with her long dark hairs
And pressed the pair of seat of emotions to absorb
And assuage his painful visage.

But the hot pain linger at the solid  rock bottom
Like ash covered ember at the fender
And melt a little the crystal tears
To vapour in wafts of deep sighs.

For the pain is from the depths
That nothing can match or reach
But for the touch of the Perfect
Who else can reach it and catch it
And turn it into an unfailing pail of Mercy?

But the diabolic seed of sin had implanted a contrast
In the invisible brightness of bliss,
To be visible and perceive decibels
To confine man's life into a visible spectrum
Bound by the lengths of day and night
And comprehensible only within the line of sight,
At the cost of losing the Invincible,
Eternal boundless brightness and Bliss!

Trying to smoothen out the edges
On a jagged surface of Jade.
I will cut myself if I am not careful;
This girl is as sharp as a blade!

She's vicious and she's charming,
In the most enchanting way.
If Jade asked, with love, to cut my throat,
With love, I would die today.

The moon, it seems to steal its shine
From the eyes of my sweet Jade.
When I'm with Jade, and day turns to night,
The sunlight appears not to fade.

The trees are my friends
also is the moon
I feel their love extend
with people i pretend ;
Weary of the mask
elliptical prescriptions full of chemicals i pass
They told me it would help
mellow out my mood
Smoothen out the edges
no longer craving food
Im sleepy all the time
the opposite of fine
I cry to the devine
so i wont lose my mind
Sever the appendage
take the skin from bone
Allow my soul to fly
into a better home
Hungry for my freedom
we found it isn't free
Detach your arm and leg
to live conveniently

I want you
    to curl up on me,
nestle yourself snugly
between my arms and
move around until you find
the perfect places
for all your angles and creases,
your folds and ridges -

to let your eyes seek
the starbursts of the Dreaming,
to breathe in surrender and
breathe out all your demons -

to rest your shoulders
from the weight of the world
    and smoothen
the dents the sky has made upon your back
as your hands
remember how it feels
not to be climbing up cliffs
that placed themselves between
what you want and what you have -

I want you to slow down,
so maybe sleep
    can remind your smile
    how lovely it feels to be
         upon you.

"Your kohl black Indian eyes,
emitting  silver lightening
**** me in small instalments"
I whisper, softly in her ear
"From my beloved mother,
but much less lethal"she explains
the generational difference.

"This kick *** legginess"
I begin while doing
an *"Aarti"with my eyes ,
on that magnificence;
it soon turned panegyric,
yes she loved it, of course.

"A family inheritance,
athletic genes, handed over
from a day past, but your attention,
at this juncture is misguided"
she turns cheeky at such times.
"A heart that beats faster whenever
a thing of beauty is at sight, nothing more"
I attempt to smoothen the friction.

"The spirit instilled by a father,who'd
die for beauty and then polished it to such shine
by one special,who is kept here"winking at me
says she, pointing at her chest, assets ample,
vying with each other, for a space,
on her front page, though what she
meant was her heart,in a space much deeper.

Okay, let me stop writing about my life's complications and rather be quiet open,
I KNOW THAT NOT MANY PEOPLE WILL TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY, BUT I AM TRYING TO END THE BELIEF OF EVOLUTION,
MANY SCIENTISTS HAVE MANAGED TO DECEIVE BILLIONS IN JUST TWO CENTURIES
Day to day hell is engulfing lots of families
and it is about time, we let the truth smoothen our ears
Yes, it is true that the Illuminatti exist,
and they have hidden part of the truth from us
BUT LET ME TELL YOU THAT THE BIBLE IS THE ONLY TRUTH THERE IS ON EARTH
LOOK AT YOUR PALMS ON YOUR HANDS
ENGRAVED ON THEM IS A SYMBOL THAT REPRESENTS JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD
The Bible  is the only thing that will guide you towards the end
Let no one deceive you, there is no man of GOD; They all died in the past
ALL AROUND ARE FALSE PROPHETS, INVESTING US WITH DEMONS
AND THE TRUTH IS THE BIBLE
IT IS ABOUT TIME YOU OPENED UP YOUR EYES!

I just..
I thought when I left,
The dreams would leave with you.
But they haven't, no..
They continue to get worse
And within them I am running away from the monsters labeled
Depression
Low Self-esteem
You
I wake up with shaky hands
AND I AM GASPING FOR AIR
LIKE I'VE JUST BROKEN THE SURFACE
AFTER SWIMMING UP FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE DEAD SEA
I'm sorry
The girls who tugged on your shirt sleeves
Carried you away again
And all I've been doing is trying to save you from the ones named:
Liar
*****
Boredom
Because I was the only one who truly wanted you for the better reasons
You, you wouldn't have it
Said you'd rather leave me in the bottom of the pool
With weights tied down to my small ankles
Rolling over, I've been sleep deprived
Start of exhaustion
From lack of you
Lack of sleep
Lack of love
I'd say I miss you
But you always left me suffocating
Like a victim under decorated pillows
You see, what you are doing looks beautiful on the outside
So bystanders don't stop and help me
I stretch my legs
And trace my fingers over the areas you used to touch
You smelled of old spices
And reminiscing after thoughts
Nostalgia has been flooding the waters of the sunken ship
But people pass by on a boat
Thinking "what a beautiful disaster"
No one jumps in the water
To save the only passenger
Sinking in the oceans current
HELP ME
I'M DROWNING
I'M NOT LOOKING FOR EXCUSES
JUST SAVE ME
But you don't budge
Can barely move
And my fist become clenched
The woman appears on the boat with wine
She wraps her arms around your waist,
Much like I used to
She whispers something in your ears
Making a look I know all too well appear on your beautiful face
I ... Take it back
It's beginning to rain
And I am fighting the weights
The boat is becoming distant
As you walk with her into the cabin
Linked arms
Shoulder to shoulder
My legs are tingling
My breathing never slows
My pulse going a mile a minute
This is where I wake up
With blood draining down the side of my chest
How did I end up in this hospital?
Of course, I wake up to familiar faces
But.. They aren't yours
It's not that I miss you
No, it's just that I'm afraid
You've ruined me
My first lover,
My darling,
Your lies have shattered a once innocent heart
I cannot feel the love radiating out of you
You were my entire world
But I, was just another measly star in your solar system...
Stay where you are
I know you won't make circles to come back to me
And fix my battered heart,
Smoothen my sharp edges
I've learned the hard way
But I guess I'm realizing
It was only ever me treading heavy waters
With weights clenching my ankles for survival

Only in Time mattered this Scroll shall Close
And finally Dot this Sought-Painful Book
On your Decide where your Heart will Emboss
That One Final Joy who'll Smoothen your Look
And by Golly how such Happiness fulfill
Clasping your hand under that Sanctified Dress
Then ****** those Groupies oft on their Will
Pray this Soft Tragedy in their Digress
So then - Creed or Race - Influence your Choice
For Mum and two happy Brothers expect
To carry their Blood; Which Blood be their Voice
To succumb Tradition by Circumspect.
Fourteen-Lined Girls cry; Yet cry in Best Cheer
Knowing such News be your Craving to hear.

Fate has choked on us
Our life driven by wind on monstrous sea
Conquered by our friendly foes
Invoking death and tears accompanied with plague
On our fatherland
.
Tonight, we bury our deads
For the they have joined our ancestors
Let us dress up our wounds for our visit
To the ancestors has been postponed
Let us sharpen our blades and smoothen our spears
For this is just our prologue
.
May fear not be the guest
But the gods in their very best
As we sit round the fireside,
May the gods ignite the fire inside
Sing! For this is the last dirge our lips would sing
Lay the young ones to sleep and sing them sweet lullabies
That they  may take shield in their tender dream
.
We fight back
Like Herculean with strength on
We write fate with ink on the clouds
Commanding death on our foes like rain on pastures
No one tell our story like us!
.
Balogun David Tolulope {drunk poet}
IG-@acedadrunk_poet
©️2017

My heart suffers from love pains that causes my eyes bleeding tears that form words and I put them down in languages that can't even heal

She must be hard possessed by birth,
I mean her heart must be hard to be romanced not even with the words from the so called a poet,

I've learnt that the poets are the greatest words teller
And I myself also happens to be one
But well, I think there's no words liable to impress her, yet to smoothen her heart

When I think again, I then have a feeling,
Maybe I'm just not good enough, maybe poetry is to tight or she just find it unfair
Okay I try to be general
I mean no poetry anymore

                BUT,

Nothing seems tomake a change
Maybe she just don't care
Maybe she cares about one another, or she just need more time like she once said

I now confirmed, writing more words won't even help if I can't change her mind

Can I just let go? That's when I ask myself and I realised she the one I adore, she's the one I smile when I think of her

****! The moment I get her in my arms,
I'll embrace, love and cherish her like a butterfly, if you know what I mean you see.

Yah! I mean what I say, I just love the girl and with honest and truth.

O my healer!
Soothe me in my dark,
with smooth movement of your energy
slowly on my soul,

And
you will come across few cracks,
dig there a little,
not to hurt or to revive the wounds.

But
to prepare 'em to be filled
with your unconditional love
till they smoothen.

Let it
overflow gradually,
till it fills all
what is empty,

And
the light surrounds us...