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!

To Open spirit…

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Your silence is loud yet golden ,your beauty is fearful but detailed…

The painstakinglydarkest brightness of your demeanour shames the sparkling glitter of  Saturn’s stars 

I find you ubiquitous amidst this maze of outstanding enigma, in a world where the lines between #black and #white have become so blurred…

The grey patches that sandwich the layers of falsehood and truth is parasitic and invasive

The requirement is for a pervasive purge via an overdose unadulterated overdose on truth pills…

Evil and iniquity have coloured the waters, made them distasteful and sour…

Can one human, not void of sanity, deface anonymity, declare and decry sanctity, conduct wholly and holy?

Can we make room for angels, close the doors of our wretched souls to demons?

Can we be broken and contrite just once again?

Can we embrace His death afresh?

Can we be joined again? Or make peace afresh?

Yes we can though hope is frail and faith is parched, swiftly flown away like drifting summer birds …

Passing subtly but assuredly as the wild gusto of the zephyr …

Oh supreme and almighty, God over humans and spirits cleanse my thoughts and fill my reins again…

While my youth is young and aging creeps in stealthily as the shadows lurking around the corners of sin city’s dark alleys…

Oh I miss those times when innocence was pure and within, when your words dropped in on gentle hungry thirsty soul…

If need be that I must starve again but to find true respite, bring me there again I pray.

Letter to my known lover 

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​Dearest,
I Wana set this world on fire

Make it burn to silver ash 

Until pain and hate are completely out 

Until love alone blossoms like budding sunflowers in summer

And beautiful memories are made

I Wana drain the ocean of all of its water 

Melt the glaciers for you 

Until all the Coldness and meanness is flushed 

Bring the skies down if need be to make it all right again 
I Wana quench your thirst with cupful of cold tears 

A brokenness like never before 

Walk bare feet on parched desert grounds if sacrifice will do 

Give my all for this divine purpose and only exist in your world …
I just Wana make it right again 

This Baby came by…

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The world is lit because centuries ago light came in swaddling clothes 

Life came as life in a babyborn

Joy came to dispel the plots of despair 

Today the world is still lit and will ever be as light shines on in the plunge and dark carverns 

A baby came by and hope arrived, today our world is lit in the midst of this dark matter 

Life crawled and snuggled her way up into stature truth and wisdom…

A baby came by, a king came by, victories came by and mercy sold out

He came by to salvage and restore…

He came by to light up our dying world again…

This baby sure came by…

Your name …

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Is a sweet sweet name…

Is a sweet sweet name …

There is no other name 

There is no other name 

I know…

Jesus!

If…

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I imagine 

if He was mortal and human with regard for discord …

if He was so unrepentantly angry…

If He did not die 

If He had not opened the scrolls 

If He was not crucified or born at all

If His mercy was not  tender or truth enduring generations 

If He gave broken promises 

I imagine 

If He cut my hands and feet off that so easily haste to evil

If He was not disinclined to my  sinful machinations 

If He did not give up nations for me

If He was not mindful of me or you 

If He took the sun and moon away 

I imagine 

If the mornings failed to come or the firmaments fell upon us

If He did not discomfit Egypt or bind Ethiopia 

If He did not raise Cyrus or save jairus 

If He was not king over all 

If He was not lord eternal 

I imagine 

If He was me 

If He let my unfaithfulness get to him 

If He did nor preserve me

If He did not ignore my frailty 

I imagine ….

Chatty Palpitations…

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Every touch …every stare…every glide…

Skin over skin… heart to heart…

Yet non-verbal,we speak so loud to each other …the silence much louder then the very breathe from our nostrils…

It’s the moments with you that bring a bliss, refuels my inward and makes me want more …

More than just unspoken conversations…more than…church speeches or after sermon conversations…

You are chatty but also I find your silence bliss because in them a milion dreams are hatched …

Your petite frame keeps my eyes from wondering over no other matter  but about a depth in unsearched…

I want to reach deep down within to fetch of the sweetness of the honey, spill the life that soon will blossom to the world of haters and lovers…

You give me palpitations and my cogitations fail me…so all I want is you!

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Flashlights

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Let me tell you a story that’s never been more true. Right across you over the fences, some place stinky and smelly, next to graves, your neighborhood…graves that keep taking in souls of brothers and sisters all over…just right next to you…

Just a few paces away,ill, sick and dying…begging to be free,maybe for a coin or two…yet by the same aisle and pedestrian path we walk daily in the discontented poise we haul along these ingratitude yet in priced apparels and shameless banter …amongst ourselves..giving excuses for neglecting the derelict…

Amidst this unappealing scenerio, there’s a clarion call to play hero, maybe manifest as the chosen; choiced and selected for good works such as true religion …however limited in a stretch to the masses it spreads, yet pleasing, if just to only a few wretched hands; parched and scarred from relentless tillage of unyielding grounds… There is the king’s business to feed them and give a smile in process… It’s pretty urgent now because this is a dark tunnel and souls are fainting in human casings 

In this tunnel we need our lights…we need  yours & we need mine…we need lights to beam beyond the now…to glow in the dark and end the groping …we need the you and I to brighten this path!

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