Category Archives: Poems

Lagoon City

This city’s crest should be a clock With cartoon speed lines And lit fuses, their proud colours On two perpendicular sticks of dynamite “We live, we die, we chase time” Scrawled below in a kind of swanky Helvetica In some god-forsaken

Lagoon City

This city’s crest should be a clock With cartoon speed lines And lit fuses, their proud colours On two perpendicular sticks of dynamite “We live, we die, we chase time” Scrawled below in a kind of swanky Helvetica In some god-forsaken

Wings (or the lack thereof)

I sat there chained to the floor, The room dull and depressing My wings freshly shorn And I cried, “How can one who loves me so tear my wings?” “My wings all vari-hued and full-feathered” And I wailed until I

Wings (or the lack thereof)

I sat there chained to the floor, The room dull and depressing My wings freshly shorn And I cried, “How can one who loves me so tear my wings?” “My wings all vari-hued and full-feathered” And I wailed until I

Melancholia

My heart hurts Like someone’s wringing it out Trying to rid it of all the blood *sigh* I may be wrong about that After all I don’t “have a heart” So, yes, I’m probably wrong about that Must be my

Melancholia

My heart hurts Like someone’s wringing it out Trying to rid it of all the blood *sigh* I may be wrong about that After all I don’t “have a heart” So, yes, I’m probably wrong about that Must be my

Dot

The beginning of a line The language of a thousand constructs Clear, Music, Universal The flash of genius, Eureka!!!, The light at the start of the tunnel. A part of things, the source of things. Dot. …………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Just randomness today.

Dot

The beginning of a line The language of a thousand constructs Clear, Music, Universal The flash of genius, Eureka!!!, The light at the start of the tunnel. A part of things, the source of things. Dot. …………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Just randomness today.

Three Strings

Hey y’all a little back story on this piece.  Anyone who’s met me knows I almost always have a few strings of coral beads on my right hand. For the  Non-Nigerians here, this usually indicates a royal affiliation of some

Three Strings

Hey y’all a little back story on this piece.  Anyone who’s met me knows I almost always have a few strings of coral beads on my right hand. For the  Non-Nigerians here, this usually indicates a royal affiliation of some

Trance

This is something I wrote a few years ago after one of my many daydreams……. Do you ever have this feeling That you’re not really here? Your soul seems to float Some place in the atmosphere You sit in a

Trance

This is something I wrote a few years ago after one of my many daydreams……. Do you ever have this feeling That you’re not really here? Your soul seems to float Some place in the atmosphere You sit in a

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Musings These days I find myself without anything to say, I hold my pen in my hands but I feel nothing, My brushes are stiff and dry, No colours, no lights, no words I’m a shadow No, a shadow at

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Musings These days I find myself without anything to say, I hold my pen in my hands but I feel nothing, My brushes are stiff and dry, No colours, no lights, no words I’m a shadow No, a shadow at