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The Perfect Gift – Life

Hinnie

Isn’t it glee and pleasant
to receive a wonderful present
Of life wrapped in paper and ribbons of gold
A gift of value and beauty untold
Unexpected like a discourse event
Received from nature’s behest
Such gifts make us really feel good
The gift of life is powerful to change our mood
Life is like that fortune train
That fizzles and sparks from it’s main
It is the love that sits in our heart
And the creativity of our sense for Art.
Life to our dear beloved  earth,
who gave to all of us birth:
your imperfections we want to cure.
Will we succeed? Not so sure!
Just like a merry go round
Life goes round and round
Waiting for a lost to be found
Seeking solemnly without sound
Life is give and take
A cheerful one, a choice  we make.

 

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Poetry

Hope

Emmanuel Obokoh

Have you ever had that feeling

That feeling of not being enough?

That feeling of fear for not achieving purpose?

That feeling of fear of the unknown?

That feeling of waking up to questions & regrets

Have you ever clinched so hard to the feeling of someone or something for hope?

Have you ever thought of giving up on hope?

Have you ever thought to live a life driven by hope and beliefs?

The world is a vast place filled with answers to all our questions and doubts

It takes strength & courage to seek that which you desire

Sometimes you need to step out of your comfort zone to have a different perspective as to how you see life.

Life is short they say, so you need to Live, Learn & Love to the fullest.

What’s your hope on?

Let’s trace that step back together

Sometimes all we need is a push.

Sometimes all we need is a moment of joy & happiness

Sometimes all we need is to learn to spread love & light.

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A Tale of True Religions: For a goddess

H.

Woman, let us create a world.

The Northern garden will grow on the hills, the river will provide Crocodile feed. Our off-springs will run around the marble floors, all the way to the garden, with the swiftest of knights all around it.

 

The eagles will watch over our cats and priest, whilst rain pours from the sways of your hips as we swim in the river of love and honey.

 

Woman, the watch dogs will tear apart the snakes and fetch us sticks as a trained dog will eat its vomit.

 

The stars will flood the streets as they shall walk in the midst of the world’s energy, with a little more than gold and diamonds on their skin.

 

The Northern riders will lead the entourage as we journey through the valleys, all the way to your eastern realm, back to the vineyard and ranch, where the fastest horse is.

 

Woman, the birds will wake us with music as the sunrises. Verily, my light is from your being; thus, with the wind traveling with your scent, your legacy will never be forgotten.

 

Our laws shall fight for the hungry who can not find their way into the garden, the ones that have nothing and for them dusk is the most scary.

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Black Allure

H.

Black or white; surely we are something as simple as Humpty Dumpty. But, without the fence sitting.

 

Roses and whisky; Surely, I have earned some milk and your strawberry cookie.

 

No need for drama, nor reason to cause a scene as we know we are much in sync.

 

Honesty or dishonesty; surely by now you know I can see through your lies.

 

However, I turn a blind eye cause baby you are as shinny and unbreakable as gold and ruby, beautiful as the Sun rising above the Caribbean beach, whilst your soul young and wild like lily’s of the valley.

 

Hence, me know sey if me capture and posses this light of yours and begin to caress it, your spirit will be elevating.

 

As e be, me know sey your light burns as the celestial feasting bonfire, at the untamed valleys.

 

Me find sey na to run to the wave love been bring come as thy Angels whisper about recreating me.

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Dual Faces

Olaitan Osho


 

Read the script, learn the lines

Dress the part, know the cues

 

Ready? Action!

She acts each day as a scene from life’s camera

Playing the part thrown at her with no retakes

 

There are no choices, no breaks

Happy today, sad tomorrow

She looks in the mirror and sees all the faces she has but can’t tell which is really hers

 

The world sees whichever she portrays, whoever she has to be
Wearing a face for each part, telling a different story scene by scene

 

Laugh, cry, scream, yell, celebrate, mourn
Drowning in endless pretense till she becomes a phantom

 

Cut!
Take the wig off honey, wipe the makeup off
Burn the script, write your own lines
Tell your own story
Speak your truth.

 

Artwork by: Mosope Art

 

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Poetry

Night Lights

H.


My intent is not to tickle your nipples and then leave you wanting, nor have you from this Moonlight till the next Sunrise. Nah, this does not please my soul, but my Body and Mind.

I see no point holding on to what was, So, I seek for what I believe is the source and this leads me to a new world with moons and singing Stars.

I long to have you for eternity, or at least for as many days as the Stars, but if thy flesh and fire is all you want, verily your wish is my command.

However, my conscience pricks so i have to warn you i will appear and disappear from your sight as a shooting Star, on the night all your wishes can become a reality, thus, i am known by few and a myth to most of mankind.

Whilst I wanted it all with you the grains on my palm were not mine, neither was the river I felt I could drown in; thus I wrote you songs that will live forever.

Darling, I was neutral until your sweet dirty words sunk into my senses, thereby creating a sensation I want, thus, it was as pure and powerful as Light.

Model: Peggy George
Photographed by: Hamid Ayodeji
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Poetry

A Tale of True Religions: The Milky Way

H.


At the right space and time i could catch you by the wings when you are falling.

With the right amount of Sunlight i can look into your eyes and feel its burning sensation save me.

At the deep Eastern region of the garden, after a life time of descending, it feels like i am still falling for you.

With every step taken i feel a certain kind of way, i mean energy. Finally i feel free, like i can do anything i wish and pray for; and this can also be intoxicating me.

At this point, i feel the darkest times can be our brightest hour as i can see the moon and a shooting star adorn the night sky. Thus, i reached out midst everything with poetry.

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Emptiness

Della


I lived in a guilt of knowing the wrong, but still choosing it.
You belonged to someone else but the thought of you being your happiest with me convinced my doubts.

You were so grateful to me for being in your life as I showed you how it is to be loved with every ounce of someone’s existence.
You shared your secrets with me and you loved me the way you loved yourself.
You protected me and looked at me constantly as if it was our last day.

Your hugs were so tight,
felt like tattoos on my chest.
Your kisses were intoxicating
They made me dizzy with passion

Your love was my favorite kind of wine
It made me high
Oh baby! How did we turn out to be so helpless?

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Happiness

Olaitan Osho


That feeling after a baby is born and the pain is gone,

when she looks into his eyes and says, ” I do”.

Being around the people that bring out the best in you,

the feeling of being accepted and appreciating yourself.

You realize that it is not just about having money when you give out to that old man sitting by the street and he starts crying and praying for you.

Have you ever wondered how the birds feel when soaring in the sky or how the horses feel galloping through the field?

That freedom and feeling of ecstasy, is intoxicating, spreading within you like a fire, and your soul comes alive.

Do not keep it to yourself.

The world might be a dark and cold place but there’s happiness also, so let it out, put a smile on someone’s face.

Sing with beautiful melodies.

Dance to the beat with joy.

Paint with radiating colors.

Share that feeling within you.

Share that happiness.


Artwork by: @grimhunny_art

Art Title: Wisdom ( Acrylic on canvas, 50x60cm)

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Poetry

Her Story

@abandoned_road


she waits for him

as she had promised

and she waits alone.

Her ears desperately craving

for the sounds of his footsteps

from the other side

But she isn’t able to see

what’s happening on the other end

because he has already closed,

not just the doors,

but the windows as well.

Still she believes

he’ll open the doors very soon

Oh God, she is such a tragic fool.

she doesn’t know she is lost somewhere

Deserted of all her hopes & dreams

Pushed far away from all those places,

places she believed were her destinies

a master he was with all his words

spoke those lies like a player,

Eventually became her god & beyond

she invested in him every bit of her prayer

But still she waits alone there under the moon,

Because she really believes

he’ll open the doors sometime soon

Oh God, she is such a tragic fool.