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Your Hands
“You open Your hands
We receive,”
Says the Word.
I have waited long
For their opening
They never did
If I take what they have withholden from me
I wonder how long I’d have it
Will it be mine forever?
I Can’t Keep Up
The world moves too fast
Not a moment to spare the sluggish,
The haggard or the weary
If you dillydally a while
She tramples you
And trots along
Without a glance
The Real Evil
Fear of poverty
Fear of of failure
Fear of acceptance
Fear of being stripped of power
Fear of tomorrow
Fear of the unknown
Fear of death
Fear makes people see what they want to see
Fear makes people see evil in every faces, evil in one another, evil where it does not exist
They lust for what they can’t have; what they shouldn’t have.
Fear is the real evil.
Unmask fear and conquer all evil
Traceless
Like an undecided ghost
I lingered on the threshold of two worlds
Lost in the silence of their million miles
I waddled through thick fog and fiery furnace
They passed through me a zillion times
They left no traces of their passage
Save their tales on my lips
To touch a million and more lives
#justhinkingoutloud
I think of all the lies that felt real
All the truths that turned out to be lies
And those truths that drowned in the ocean of doubt and fear,
And realised how true untruths can be.
Walls Have Eyes
If my eyes could speak
They would tell the tale
Of the the unshed tears
I sealed in
Just to be strong
Undefined
I should have known
We do not share love
We share something deeper
Deeper than love, passion
Or understanding
We share a bond not of everyday
Or tomorrow
A bond that will outlive us
A bond beyond time and age
It’s always there between us
Drawing us closer
Never together
We share it
We never can have it
Beyond the Blue
As I gaze at the sky
On this bright moon night
I think of a home of bright light
Beyond the starry sky
Where darkness has no place
Where sadness cannot reside
My soul craves its warm embrace
The home of bliss for the blessed
Cherophobia
It escapes in a hiss
Like the steam from a pressure pot
When I sigh it explodes with a pop
My limbs tremble
My joints are locked
I’m too tensed to sit still
I’m too still to move
I’m too ecstatic to rejoice
If fate sees my relief
Might bring me further ill
If I’m not glad
I’ll have no grief
I’m scared of being happy
Olufunke Kolapo 