SCARLET TALES…

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white-princess

…once upon a time,

Maybe just a few days back, or a few weeks, perhaps months now, behind close doors, away from peering eyes and sniffing noses, in the most stealthy and surreptitious composure,low-toned conversations brewed as we stringed infatuations hinged on mutually deceitful lust…

passion flowed and emotions rumbled, we fondled and fiddled; flesh without and within but largely in wishful lustful reveries…

However described, in those golden moments of careless reckless caution, we fixed broken cycles, circled round wanton urges and bruised the propriety of sanity…

we staged a play of Romeo and Juliet, in the realest of time and presence of day!

Caring about nothing, bothering about nothing, nothing right or wrong, nothing proper or improper, we simply made a bliss of lust.

But today, our sun is darkened, our moon is sorely burned and shy, hid from our faces just as  our rivers are washed away and pleasure has become no treasure at all!

Indeed all these lovers have lost their savor and the pain of loneliness eats subtly but deep within… like a budding sore, aging tooth hurts deeply, so does vanity prevail!

Having pledged a new leaf to tell the sour tale of wounded lovers, broken cisterns and hateful  hearts…

A tale of truths and dares, staring at cupid’s mask, to decrypt intents and skewed motives, to rip off from lonely souls, unsolicited amorous pleasures gendering ultimately to seared consciences and metaphysical anathema. 

I was the ”white princess” revered and sacred for chastity but became scarlet when i reached, searched and plunged into the depths of strange thoughts… i strayed into desires that left me in the cycle of lascivious indulgence… 

This became my story, my darkness, my impurity and discoloration…

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Rhapsodies at midday!

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sunrise

When beauty glows it’s brightest; wearing her brightest and most cheerful smile…

Amidst these tingling sparkles, a radiant resplendence of hope assured warms my black skin…

No chills this time, just warmth within to numb tearful hearts and broken spirits…

In reverie of paradise but locked in a maze of life’s realities, I am left with this choice to steer on…

Reflecting on purpose and value, an exchange for destiny’s quest to come true…

Your most pleasant voice in the ears of my memories, useful melodies in sync with my desires for remedies to open wounds of yesterday…

Now today at midday, I simply surrender, i yield completely to only your promises…

Reckoning that life happens only when you allow, that pain comes and goes and that you have never slept nor slumbered for me…

That your watchful eyes are always open as well as your giving and keeping hands…

It’s all yours, take all the glory, take all the praise…you get the honour!

 

ҍӏɑϲƙ

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í աíղ ҽѵҽղ ահҽղ í հɑѵҽ ƒɑӏӏҽղ ! 

í rմղ աíld ҽѵҽղ ահҽղ í ƒҽҽl աɑղ!

í ɑʍ ƒíҽɾϲҽ ҽѵҽղ ահҽղ եհis ƒմɾղɑϲҽ ҍմɾղs հօե !

í ɑʍ ցɾҽɑեҽɾ , í ɑʍ աíղղҽɾ ɑղժ ϲհɑʍթíօղ !

í ϲհɑղե եհҽde ѵíϲեօɾվ songs!

í ɑʍ ահíեҽ yet so ҍӏɑϲƙ ɑղժ թմɾҽ!

í ɑʍ ƙíղց ɑղժ í ɑʍ ցօժ!

ɑ թɾíղϲҽ ҍҽվօղժ ʍվ ɑƒɾíϲɑ, ɑ ʍɑSter ɑղժ ѵíɾեմօso !

եհís ís ʍվ ժҽϲlaration…í stɑղժ մղժҽƒҽɑեҽժ, մղժҽƒíled ɑղժ ɾesolutely ժҽƒíɑղե!

í ɑʍ 25!

í զʍ ѵíϲեօɾ!

I am love!

í ɑʍ Leo!

I am Gold!



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Reassured

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This time I won’t take for granted the bright morning sunshine born out of a lengthy dark night… From the very fangs and claws of the night’s dragon, a faceless fierce-some beast eating deep into thoughts that death might come upon suddenly!

However awaking to a ray of hope locked in the sunshine that beamed across my little corner of Africa, on my bed of straw and hay… I am in awe or better still mesmerized by the style you have presented for my rescue and timely respite!

I walked out as though to make a flight on life’s runway, yonder… Farther and even further beyond walls and mountains all mound-like today, just because you spoke in the still of the morning, in a breathy tweet ; “I love you son”

My frail heart, my soured soul, my bitter tongue, my ailing flesh, my untruthful self , my unreliable words, all of these… Yet you love me?

How could you persevere? How could you consider? How did you make this choice? I thought you were a might fire, a God, a true king, the maker, creator… I did think so…

But you said those words in the simplest of harmonic melody, the softest of tone and the truest of words… “I love you son”

Okay I agree, I believe, frankly ,I reckon you gave me a royal pardon but this becomes a burden, a task and worry all at once to stay on the good side of the book, to keep all ten, all ten !

Now I don’t know how to but should I go on to trust you have a plan ? Do I just walk tall and free father? Have I not stripes to receive ? Anyway you know best, I give that to you because I might have a clue how you made the choice, you must have seen my new heart, the new spirit you left in me, the renewed mind and resilient love… Although I made all these vows in the secret place where you yourself found me, led me… Oh oh I see it’s all been you here…

In the shadows, the winds, the storms, the rains, the rare winter and cheerful spring! You are just ubiquitous! So all over !

I am flushed, flabbergasted and altogether spellbound by you…I surrender, I would listen, please say it again lord, just once, serenade my senses, numb my weaknesses and cure my malady with those words again like you said this morning “I love you son”

Indeed I’ll fly on this runway to glories beyond worries, please steer me on !

 

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so far…

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yes…it’s now a few decades, hooked on this love in overdose…

Indeed tongue tied,even speechless yet unashamed father…

how so kindly your desires have outplayed my resilient  errant outrage…

in a charmed repressive cyclic disposition, re-crucifying you amidst consistent ingratitude and my petty pervasion..

you know me very deeply and truly, yet so incomprehensibly stir me aright…

Within and beyond a score and decade,you have kept the odds in my undeserving favour… 

in this overwhelming reality, i strip my thoughts of vanity tonight and in tearful joyous surrender, i write you this psalm…

even if i were to walk the green mile, i would be grateful for thus far…

so far…

i love you lord, i humbly do over and over again!

Thank you

 

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NEW NATION!!!

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NIGERIA CHANGE

I HAVE WATCHED THE HISTORY TAPES AND READ THE SCROLLS…

THERE HAD ALWAYS BEEN BLOODSHED BIRTHING LEADERSHIP…

YET BLOOD HAD NEVER BIRTH PEACE, IT HAS BEEN A STING OF TRIBALISM, NEPOTISM, MENTAL SLAVERY OF THE INDIGENT AND UNEDUCATED MASSES…

SEGREGATION, RACIAL AND RELIGIOUS…

I BELIEVE WE MUST BIRTH A NEW WAY, A NEW VISION, A NEW APPROACH, WE MUST LET THE VOICE OF OUR CONSCIENCES SPEAK, WE MUST ALLOW THE HARMONIES IN THE MELODIES OF OUR CRY FOR CHANGE RESONATE…

WE MUST STIR THE HEARTS OF THE CHILDREN TO JUSTICE, EQUITY AND PEACEFUL STRIDES…WE WHO ARE TODAY, OLD OR YOUNG MUST DARE THE ODDS, STOOP TO CONQUER HATE, POVERTY, TYRANNY AND DISHONESTY…

WE MUST TAKE THE LEAP OF FAITH…

WE MUST EMBRACE A NEW RELIGION, NEW CHALLENGES, WE MUST BE SINCERE AT EVERY LEVEL OF OUR ENDEAVOR, WE MUST FIX THIS DUNGHILL, WE ARE THE PEOPLE, WE ARE THE CHANGE, NO PARTIES, NO POLITICS, NO RULER , NO LEADER, NO ONE ELSE BUT YOU AND I!

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#Music

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The music
It’s beautiful…in my ears
My soul is flushed and refreshed as the soft sounds push through my walls
It’s divine; a ritual so spiritual
My sadness is bruised and crushed
Her gentle glide slide through my sides
Like a sweet savoury aroma her melodies wipe my hurt
Tears so warm and slow treacle down my cleansed face
It’s beautiful…in my eyes
I see her robes of harmonic notes and colors
A rhythm undeniably melodious

All i want is your gentle continuous caress…
All i want is the sweetness of your voice
All i want is all of you
Your tender touch that chills my heart and hurt
Your dance and breathe taking beats that beat my pain
All i need is you…food to my soul!

Like natures pleasant noise
Like the gushing sound of a cascade
Like the chirping of morning birds
Like the distant cry of a human child
Like the whistling of a budding wind
Like the hissing of a mamba
Like the moaning of young lovers

I find you in every breathe
I find you in every whisper
I find you on every lip
I find you everywhere

Your beauty thrill my senses
Your beauty give me hope
Your sounds are immensely pleasurable
In measures i never want to let go
Oh music,stay with me forever!

who sees love

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Who sees love and turns away?
When it’s close enough to feel and hold
Time is still and hearts are numb
To the rhythm of broken bliss

Life is such a paradox
Only boxes colorful to play
The race’s begun to swiftly now
The music unfolds a dance
But nothingness is everything
If you’re not here with me

Who sees love and keeps apart?
When life itself is death without
All I have is yours
So long as you’re mine alone
Don’t stray into mazes
Where you’d be lost forever

LIFE’s Guide ( Gold figures)

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In life we learn daily to be better persons by the decisions we dare to take, the experiences we dare to face and the compromises we dare to make

Like a path unending, we find the desires of our heart stray wild and yonder
Values are eroded as we practice to the fullest the lust that lurks about the corners of our heart
In the midst of this man craves endlessly and relentlessly to fill the vacuum

One that might be eternally be insatiable if filled with the vain philosophies that thrive in a world of hate and misrepresentation
So far the change factor becomes only what we decide to do as individuals who dare to stand in courage to speak for the poor, needy, sick, disabled, raped, abused, widows and fatherless

It all begins with you and I, running the race for those without the legs;
Climbing the trees for those without hands to feed;
Watching for the blind and listening for the deaf
Whilst we speak also for the good cause of the dumb
Facing the odds of criticism and cynical contempt

Here is purpose :
Adding values by creating good moral values even when none exist Living through our pain to exemplify hope and victory, daily and yearly
It is living by the rules of divinity and facing the truth with a disapproving stare at the seeming benefits of bad every compromise
It is giving hope with a smile and holding forth in life’s battlefield for fellow comrades and patriots
Distributing to all who need around us from the excess that we have by birth or our labor

May the good Lord find us, vessels to give and salvage in times of despair
Through acts of love and defiance to make good thrive by the estimates of a good conscience and yield to only the standards of unfeigned Love

(Dedicated To Men of Like Passion In The Struggle)

Ejohngold

“if this kind is…”

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Sweet or sour
I shall,either
Cold or warm
On a day,
Sunny or rainy
In a place of
Peace or war
For reasons of
Black or white
In my
Life or death
My taste of you
Salt and fresh
Gives me
Pain or joy
Like eyes
Wet or dry
Till i am
Bones or flesh
To every
Man or woman
I share the bliss of a lost kind
A contrast untapped
sealed and locked away in my nights of dreams
Like shrill sounds from gold and silver cymbals
I am but a wanton lover with tears of contrition and losses of yesterday’s loneliness
A walk on hurting feet alone on an aisle of parched grounds
If this complexities interest you like it does me
Then come my way in the sweetest disguise
Fix my pain and mix my dreams with realities
I may be young and old all at once for you
This is not a clarion cry for haters but for a gold lover
Fair at heart and lovable by looks
Eyes of a sea goddess
Skins like an infant’s
Voice like a nightingale’s
Worthy of heaven’s courts
Hair as wool
Breasts as a sculpted greek woman
All I want is you tonight
When other lovers lay in arms of one another
When the stars brightly shine
And the moon in a semi-glow beneath clouds of dark beauty
All I crave underneath my sheets of white
On a windy breezy tropical paced zephyr
In the still of the night
When heart beats sound like cacophony
Stay with me ,in my thoughts as I listen to pieces by James blunt & LightHouse
It’s a sad night without you
Still I lay to awake on the morrow to a hope that your appearing tarry no more

Ejohngold

KING & GOLD

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The percussion beats and xylophone sounded from the open market square
These sounds were sounds of mirth and joy
Every passerby’s delight became the afternoon scene
The women and children left their goods and moods, holding spoons,forks and knives
All pieces that could be clanged to resonate the beautiful piece of music
The palace drummers were present,the village music group came,
The maidens and young men also came at the hearing of the sounds that emerged from the people’s square of peace

They watched in awe,danced and whispered from the side, as the youngest and only prince of the king of peace ;
The bravest and most savored of the heirs of the Lord of Lords,
A king known of by all mighty men of valor
A king of all the kings of the east,west,north and south
They watched the Prince dance the royal dance alone on the arena of peace
He danced in style and smile
He danced clothed in gold to the king
He kissed the ring and scepter of the king
Whose presence could only be felt in the wind, fire and lightening

As the music played,this Prince danced for his king in gold shoes, diamonds and jewels
Then the king was moved and began to dance in a windy spiral around the prince
And his proclamations were of two words
The prince is now king and gold!
It was the 25th day of the 5th month of the year, a day when the people rejoiced !

Ejohngold

don’t ever wake me up (HEART SERIES)

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It’s a gold party in my head now
All the sounds are gold and good
It’s a dream at day ,with butterflies in my belly
You gave me oil and wine
Without you am dead like the dead sea
Yet this moment is gold because it’s your song in my head
The very piece I wrote you on the night I got you

Stay again,stay with me now
I am obsessed and allowed
In deep reference for the awe of your presence giving essence to my very existence

It’s divine this feeling I can’t shout
Give it to me in all ways
The very touch that sparkles, I’m all yours today
In the finest,white linen vest and shiny armour of love
Shield of faith and wine of the spirit
Drunken in the overdose of your splendour
In my head, all in my heart
You have won me silly
Not for fools but wise men
Given to the supernatural
Traded ashes for beauty
Crowned with forgiveness in the lowest of moments

I can write this for ever
To the world across
Let nations see and read of your sweetest acts
I’ll blow you endless kisses of gratitude…

letter to my unknown lover

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This feeling spills from the very hollow of my marrow
Life itself wants a piece of it ,a purity that souls can share and wear
Like garments of fine twisted pleats of gold
Every air I breathe ,I perceive the scent of your gentle and tender affections of love
And now like a wounded lion,I roar in pain yet wail as a child, craving for this divinity I fantasize of love

If the world knew a place of love,if there was a house of passion, if the seas were as oceans of love
If everything was gold,love would still be priceless
The value of her exceeds the riches of solomon; its purity than the purity of the circumcised
A love that’s sacred,virgin and untouched,one that a mere man can not give or value,surreal and utopian but ideal!

Love is eternity,love is spirit,love is soul,love is deity ,love is mighty!

Love is you
I fear for a separation from you
I need a translation,to search you out
Fill my thoughts and heal my wound
Mend my heart and cure my disease
Make me like you,don’t let go but most of all,let me find you
Where ever thou art ,for you’re life itself!

a glimpse of tomorrow

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I did see it,with my eyes wide shut…
I stared in the dark,it was much of a bright-dark day
The gloomy picture was more vivid than the clarity and purity of crystal glass…
I did see our future in our present…seemed nearer and closer than today…

A glimpse,a piece,a brief,but just all I needed to press on…
I take my life again,in the hollow of my scarred palms,I press on with you
To a place of love and hope,health and wealth
Only men saved by pain and hurt, win and cheer…
I bid you,share with me,this splendour seen!

If you hurt and cry,wait and wipe the tears dry
Because there’s hope beyond these vales and scales
Gird your loins and forge ahead…

a pretty day ahead I know
Come with me now and ever…
I have a glimpse enough to share!

Thirty3 and free

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Within, In a transfixed stare at the flames in this  fire place; Maybe  probing  the ashes from lost wood, no cold just hot enough…

As though Bending the rules of engagement, I find my minds desire race for the pages of recent history, it’s been just a few months from October 5, 2016! 

And now two days away from the mark, no finishing, no completion… I  am groping in a certain kinda dark as I take a morning walk along the threshing, yes it’s no gnashing but I feel a bashing as though time had been again unfriendly to have so swiftly come…

Surely in introspection I find some satisfaction that I was done with cleaning the sheets or making sour pap for papa…

However I feel so cold and unguided, so alone in this quagmire of cyclic inhibitions… I’ld make to open my heart and mouth to say a word of gratitude or thanksgiving but in uncontrolled outburst I did feel a rush of warm tears flush my hairy face…

Again if you are reading my scribbles, this is the much sense I could give to my feeling, perhaps a mixture of hot and cold shivers, same feeling after a sweet moment of grave and deprave pleasure

Nonetheless I am 33 paces away from 120, I found freedom just about the 9th pace and now to think all you left me was this… I altogether miss you even more because you have given all… All to make the race and keep the bond!

The thing is,within I find picture memories of you trying to disintegrate but everytime I flip through the marked pages of the holy scrolls you left me… I easily see a new picture… You left me clues in specific hues for every puzzle and hurdle…

I could not be more grateful! Now I am 33paces in on the green mile, I feel free, amidst this pain of loneliness,but still hopeful I do better than 72paces 

The Truth is, you have given me all and I am grateful you did, except that I would give the world for a chance to sit a while with you and hold your Creasy palm, to learn how to maybe, manage the rules of freedom better than I have 

I promise I would keep the vows and hold the nations you birth, together until each learns to be truly free!

You know who…

ms Alex (part1)

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  • A cocktail got us gathered here
  • As boredom crept in on me 
  • You walked in like an angel with a Gospel
  • You swept me off my cold feet
  • You fed my desires with hope
  • Years walked by, now I reckon they flew past 
  • Like bedtime stories or lullabies 
  • Until a time came by that fate rang her bell again
  • Now in a mix of frail bliss and transient passion 
  • Choices giving way to sincere affections 
  • It’s no easy decision to act or be passive 
  • It’s a weird bind, like the taste of a soured salmon
  • Yet with a sweet sting as of honey in limejuce 
  • This story may not have an ending after all…
  • Simply because having sad or happy endings should not be gambled
  • Maybe we keep flipping the pages of our lives 
  • Forever, no loss no gain!

Elderjohn (in memory of a 🐸 prince and sad little princess)

Riding through…

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A maze of thorny white roses 

Hurting and burning sweet sensations

Blood dripping off my white pony

This Rider and lover  grind and bind 

Like sons and daughters in covenant 

But like a rifinery, a furnace, a coal hearth for lovers 

Passion failed while we bemoaned her esctasy’s exit 

Deep Reasoning may have lost his wits to vision…

Alas!  Our Sweet and sour are not so perfect for harmony after all!

Elderjohn


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This time…

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I have sworn like old men swear to grandsons that the sun would become darkened and the moon will fail at her shine…

I resent this tone of old wives; the fables and thier rantings…

I feel a void within, a bottomless pit of endless depth… Swirling and whirling like a northern gusto, she overuns and upturns everything on her uncharted course…

Because love has poisoned hearts, purged reasoning but failed to keep sanity!

She’s gone awhoring with her lips, her words are seemingly froward and perverse; leading kings to err …

Like a wildling, giving counsel without knowledge, seeking truths  unwittingly…

The world is plagued by its own very vanity and vexation…

A place of sweet pain, sour days and Happy endings they  surmise but far from the rainbows we see in clear skies after a rainy day…

Why have I brushed the edge ? Why have I cursed in pain? Why does my cogitation stir indignation? Why have I lost sweet dreams so suddenly? Again and again and again I asked… 

The answer lies between the valley of strange thighs with cheerful tones, witty eyes and lissom skins… 

I made that tour just a little like a shepherd in search of greener pastures, for a lost sheep of his flock…

I decided to dine with the passio n of Scarlet robes for a change, I thought I had all of me in chains and shackles by my ankles …

Maybe this became my erring, showed my dis-ease and spelt my wanting!

But be this as it may, I would only return by the sound of my masters whistling, not the voices of strange callers or school masters…

I would rather be beaten and smitten by his rod to sanity than give in to lying vanities from froward lips…

This time I want no help; only the light showing me how and where to go!


Dedicated to “no memories


Where are you ?

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I looked across the wild lands, where the trees have no restraints but meet the clouds as though making  to pierce thier skies and find heaven above

I ran miles, stretches of patched arid lands, seeking Oasis  where bones gather beneath dark skies, so thick and deathly with stillness like of carverns or deserted caves

I dug up the graves of holy men, desecrated temples and sought out these holy Grail; ancient scrolls and chalice, but these counsels were set to nought 

I climbed to the  mountain gods, sought audience with a seven-eyed being, one acclaimed to have the giftings, a descendant of odin, given to foretell or see the now, he wept and gnashed because he had lost his 7th vision, one required to give true  insight and respite to my deepest desire

But in the feebleness and brokenness of my body and soul, in the meekness of spirit, and quietness of my thoughts, that which I sought…

In this stillness, He whom my entirity craved, that fullness of intimacy with supremacy, spoke so gently and softly…

His words quenched the wild thirst and desires I nursed, like a droplet, so cold and sweet… He spoke 

He called my name from deep within my very walls, my reins quaked , my veins froze and the beats ceased! 

He knew my pain and took my shame… All at once like hyssop cleansing my raiment in one deep into His love…

The voice of many waters, gave understanding to purpose and destiny all again…

I found him just within my soul!

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“Them Popo Men”

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Decadent and indigent , indignantly defying the green-white serenity and equity, an aberration of high scale on the highway more prominent and convinient than the Broadway success stories …

They  defiantly blare their shrill and ear deafening siren, desecrating  the peaceful ambience of our land, a gross miss conduct of magnanimous scale, a show of endermic and entrenched incompetence , totally cancerous flaunting cantankerously their unfounded defense of our green-white laws!

 It’s a malady without cure, a madness without respite indeed a curse without remedy! How they invade our lively Hood and evade the judgement against mis behaviour… Killing unjustly, looting and bullying the masses, aware or unaware, we lead a degenerate system of “security” while we assail without restrain an explosive calamity in the most obvious pursuit though latent to simpletons or our coward leaders !

We call only for sincere Patriots to emerge and fix the odds, take the black vests, wear the camoflage and wield the guns! It’s is an appeal for an agressive restoration of sanity to a clearly insane society!

Give the people a voice, a name and identity not anonymity! When the nation knows her own, counts her kind and keeps her word, then only can micreants leave the streets, then only can vain minds meet thier end…

Hope is frail, too swiftly adrift like a little boat in a raging sea… But change is nigh most surely as the dawn of a new day!

Sending Angels…

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I heard you last night, while you rolled from side to side on that narrow looking bed,

Yes i listened, i heard you sobs, thought i heard you call my name in the depth of your disquieted soul,

I saw your tears soil the sheets, when your vocals failed on the lyrics of my worship,

I did see through you heart clear as crystal glass…i did and i’m coming right through for you 

I know it”s feels like a long narrow tortuous road, i know the hurts and pains you’d have to bear, 

I know its a heavy load to carry, a really heavy burden to bear on this strait road…

feels like a high way to hell but i heard…

i’m sending angels to guide you home…

I’m sending you angels to keep you warm…

I’m sending Angels

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