THREE DAYS AFTER

Three Days After

Death is only a doorway to new life.

We live today, we shall live again.

In many forms shall we return.

Curtains is the transcending array of newness

A divisor of this and that, here and there

A means to an end to the beginning there of

We’ve been, we will always be even in-visible

We’ve always been as we’ve been here and there

In me you he she they them and us.

We are only victims of the unseen, cos

Men are hunted by the vastness of eternity.

And so we ask ourselves…

Will our action echo across the centuries?

Will strangers hear our names long after we’re gone…

…and wonder  who we were…

…how bravely we forth how fiercely we loved?

But in silence even in great love he lived

And he is still living, yet in us all.

In many forms shall he return.

A means to an end to the beginning there of

In me you he she they  them and us.

…the golden flower with silver petals

Hard as rock fluffy as fur and extremely unique

K.O.K.O a-Kehinde gba ebon.

©Oladele Abiodun Micheal 15:15;09:06:19

ONE AND ONE

ONE AND ONE

…four two or rather still for two

So have suitably for adults believed

…adolescent-hood helps my understanding

Significantly four one, oh for one; sure it is

The cylindrical-vertical bagged clear liquid 

Liquefied cynically in united disunity

Yes in unity as assumed four two or for two

Clearly colourless in agreed disagreement

 …but as a pair of verses of epistle, it sinks

As awareness of low body heat, yet sinks

Sinks deeper faster and quick than light

Unhindered with no ultrathin yet sinks

Yet sinks resultantly, effect and affects

…as effect seen not four two or for two

…but being one more than one in digit

Yet one for one, not two but one and one

Though my thoughts not yours as seen

…four two or rather still for two

The cylindrical-vertical bagged clear liquid 

…but as a pair of verses of epistle, it sinks

Clearly colourless in agreed disagreement

Significantly four one, oh for one; sure it is

Unhindered with no ultrathin yet sinks

Yet one for one, not two but one and one.

©Oladele Abiodun Micheal 22:57;05:06:19

GOOD BURDEN

Good Burden

It’s better to know, than the unknown

Carrying the burden of its weight

Enduring and managing and using

Ignorance could not excuse its self of it

Not be is not a pre-requisite

Wishing wouldn’t be of and friendly use

Be ought to have rather than what is

What might be is just in the past not now

So we rather carry its weight 

Ending as it comes while we walk

Even in the light of wanting of much

Not relenting in any form way of sight

Such focus shall drive us more

Even into the un-known…

While our stupidity, is contaminated

While in it-self and the burden bearer.

©Oladele Abiodun Micheal 22:07:2018; 09:38

ORDER-WIS

*Order-WIS*

Every mark, each scar

each amouts memories...

Sweet, otherwise...

...though everyone had their turn

They came and left

It's here; it would be gone

So is what is, and would be...

This that those and these

Moment mark and trace....

Smoke would it be lass lass.

Just last a bit, I plea

If you just can.

Will linger as much as...

That's not dependent on me

...am just an iti-biti...

©Oladele Abiodun Micheal 18:23;03:06:19

SPOON or STONE

~spoon or stone~

There are different things and situations

So have heared of stones

Diamond, Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald

Neither have I seen physically

It's also not a news about entities

So also were they are in a way born

In attribution and assertive nature

With spoon, stones, structures...

Neither spoon, stone or other materials

As for me certainty is Mistry

But my his-story is my story

You might miss-understand me.

Am a blue-blood not by birth but nature

Am royalty in reality not opportunity

Am a naturalist in reality

Am also inpafect and that's reality

Silver spoon, gold spoon nor stones

... substantial substance,earthly material

But all same self as matter and material

Resolvent to 180° in cyclic atom.

©Oladele Abiodun Micheal 25:05;04:06:19

15:15

15:15

Times come and go

The time we have with us...

Yet it still remains

But the people around

Don't stay around always

But the thought, they left

Stays around always

The year started

Yet it moved on

The impact the year made

Always stays

As friends, family, student, teacher

Co-worker, boss, leader, mentor

We all mean a lot to each other

...and we've walk 6 months together

Wishes were or wouldn't be enough

But best of the best is much essential

To you me us, they and them

As we've bumped into JUNE.

© Oladele Abiodun Micheal 15:15;01:06:19

Better Niger-area

Better Niger-area

Our strength, our weakness

That which holds us, same binds us

Same puts apart in piece

So what is it like after all?

Shall it be a realization?

Assertion, discovery, or manifestation

As beautiful as all seems

The end will come, which most fear

To all the our grieve pain unforeseeable

We were born to grow, mature and make choices

Those yes it mar us, in our infant,

But make us as we emerge in elegance

Gods own country, the blessed of the nation

The blessed of them all, the city of God…

But yet we are highly blessed, flavored, loved…

We may seem matured, but I say we are transiting

We seem to have all and yet have nothing

Blessed but seem coursed, preferred but seem rejected

The trigger and cornerstone undeniably we are

And we will take our place as it unfolds…

Flowers blossom, plants grow but tries live longer

Longer we would and tell the tails of how we over came

Like diamond, crystal, gold, vibranium we would come

In majesty of awesomeness of the Pegasus and unicorn

Without fear, pain, weakness, illness, flaws…

The beauty will all be gone and in oblivion

The life soon lifeless, would be beauty ashes

Glamour gloom, wealth rot, meal hunger

What comes is what is and is what is as it came

As benefactors of the light allowed in true knowledge

Less walk in our frame as given in permission

We entity of finite composition as would decompose yet to blossom

The procreation of our betterment is not of comic enthusiasm alone

But is dramatic in our being of blessed nature of life itself “water”

Our beloved NIGER-AREA of over 186 million being yet progressive

…in our wa-zo-bia-ness, emi, ni and mua we are getting there…

Nigeria, greatest people, signed and blessed by the creator

06:06:2018; 08:08

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