Hairs on my sheet


Every past passes to become sweet or bitter nothingness  

No one has kept pain to watch any further, how yesterday crawled or ran away save for the watcher 

Memories supposedly fade into the depths of timely oblivion

Only there is a remembrance of benevolence beyond malevolence; prints are left indelible on the souls and lives that our hands of love come across 

But truly we are blinded to the pieces of us that history leaves behind, delible or indelible, pieces of us remain 

I found hairs on my sheet, a piece of one history left behind for curiosity in posterity defiantly 

 The Pieces we leave behind make for the history as we dust off these feet racing inevitably to closed graves and open heavens

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“U”

It Got better when a flicker of you beamed on my path because…

Yesterday; when the clouds seemed really darkened and weighty 

Day before; when the drummers played in upbeat tempo, vile melodies scoffing my low beginning

But that very day you gave light and chased away the darkness…

On my way up the scales, you found me, you trailed me…

I could not see you but I saw shadows of you everywhere I went…

You came by and gave a fresh breathe of peace within my walls

Yes truly you see ahead and clearer than a thousand eyes altogether…

You simply came by and showed me how to be you.

Blood&mines 

Crawling stealthily in tortuous circles behind that enemy line; Mines across hidden paces, carefully disguised for nasty and hasty feet for wanton desires.

Yes; longing wrongly, thirsty in feisty craze as of David’s desire for philistine waters…

But largely and unfairly, blood is spilt to give me vain pleasures for momentary bliss, a jeopardy of love and given promises… only this nagging insatiable crave is more than vampiric… it spans within carnivorous  lust for amorous patronage.

Your body on my body becomes a unity of one course and purpose on these blood stained sheets of soldier passion, a battle for hearts and jolly souls… won in heated passion for scarlet visions like of dreams dreamt in the twighlight of vernice!

Endless banter with soft  and hard words ,building patriotic emotions, vile notions in process, literally crossing enemy territories, a defiance of life’s sanity and pristine sanctity 
Temitope diaries  

Epiphany

Realising that life’s meaning began to fade and dwindle with the invasive and pervasive drift of vile unorthodox ideologies ravaging the thoughts and value benchmark of formerly cupid souls…

It became a story of diminishing returns for the resulting degenerates altogether. It has not been a bed of roses in as much as these roses came with thorns, piercing and choking faith; then a fate not decided by efforts but hope and faith altogether…

Life seems like a blanket of dark choices; where good is abnormal and evil acceptable! An open heart and seeing eye will keep the glitter of strange lights and true companionship accross thse long mile.



Stay 


I found a way to love
I found a way to cherish
I found a way to live
I found you
Just outside the halls of hate
Right across the vineyards of jealousy
Beyond insatiable vulnerabilities of obsession
In defiance of vile proclivities for possessions
I found a way to love
I found a way to cherish
I found a way to live
I found you
Dedicated to pink
By elderjohn 

Scars 


Scars within ;none without…
Broken dreams from broken hearts
Wounded souls from shattered hopes
Now lost to limbo; a battle for black and white passion
It’s been hell on earth, tattooed and tabooed by visible skins of human cocoons
Eyes bleeding all the way
No bliss just hisses at losses, relentlessly countless and boundless…
Scars within;none without
Pained within, ingrained like vent paths of molten magma
Deepest hurts as of darkest days
Hanging over souls like death aprons
But even Scars within won’t last forever
Make a pledge to live again
Elderjohn 

400 Miles

400mile pic

400 miles; a walk in path not an aisle 
Yeah Eyes can see; ears can hear 
Good tidings to fill their void

No retreats, no surrender!
A match forward only...
Like foot soldiers for the cross not just our cause 
We do a few to save some more; We do some more to save a few

400 lives, a walk in path to  ease their hurts 
You give some smiles to fix some lives 
To be saviors in a dieing world 
A world so wide yet so nigh, 
Not far at all but right across...

400 souls, we know we care!
We glide and fly, grease and grace 
Like angels to wanton souls 
A life of bliss, truly divine 
This we have but time is key!

Motivate, captivate , activate 
Make a soul...
vine makers and keepers
We Keep the vine not the wine 
For it's No meat and drink but great life and power 
through love and hope

400 miles,a walk in path; no length of some aisle 
Make a soul!






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