Give me skin like the bark of an Oak
be a beacon whose eyes shine deep
old older and oldering full right to life.

precious reminders, (happily reminded),
are not all candy and flowers.

By Akintola  kunle:
Her days are not waking
Staring far and near and nothing cares
I could feel her depth like bud of soar
Flying ferociously like the storm
Hallows was her cry swamping .
Consuming everything that’s things.

By Lori Jones Mc Caffery:
Her hours were not wasted
Searching in the rubble for the rubies
Casting out the pearls and fiery opals
With a fury that belies tornados
Calling down the voices of the furies
To set flame to everything that's left.

By Akintola  kunle:
Raiding on a bustling horse back
Her craft will course your cut the more
Raven smile swallows scraggly whales
Neither blue or white she bed all
Angelic like the claws of the falconer
Telling me to plead for this stormy love
Winding every score in human me
She would bury my love after my lost.

By Lori  Jones Mc Caffery:
Turning on a golden thread
laced into the sunshine star awash
with ever jangling music made
From dreams and cotton candy
She sends out a reach that rocks
The world that I created and I find
That I am lost in everything I found.

Written by Akintola kunle and Lori Jones Mc Caffery

Another lunatic trip to
the hospital.
Nine days, this
go around.
For the first two
days, I just pulled
the covers over my
head and pretended I
was back in the womb.
It was warm and safe.
As much as I
wanted to stay,
I knew it was time to
be reborn into this
strange world of
sick streets, and
broken dreams.

When I stare into your eyes
The world stops spinning in the skies
When I look upon your beauty,
I see myself not doing my duty
To stop to look at you
And bid all worries ado
Your face is my hope, my love
My compassion, my dove
The harbinger of light
When you gaze upon me my eyes are bright
With the hope of what is to come
Since you whisked me from
The place of no love
But you came like a dove
And saved me evermore
From the gore
Of being alone
And endless