Segun Ozique

In the first instance, beautiful-vent of devoutness Tagging along through bad times, the good and hell Spending hour reminiscing common binding mundane Hearts deeds wise head considers absolutely nonplus Blowing hot or cold, sensitive in all weather Swinging pendulum beyond logical relationship Embracing peace of mind surpassing understanding Full of glory; burning mood unquenchable by tradition Enlightening gen, like light shown to darkened heart Heart beholding eyes - mirror to the glory of rapture Transformation anew from glory to grandeur by charm Tier the fakes are sooner than later become bedraggled Since not limited to head, heart, senses have to let go all Where only the brave, heroic or passionate dare set foot

Have you ever really felt truly treasured? Feel the passion of being truly involved With all else banished, for your pleasure Passion that is truly delightfully déjà vu You object of adoration dear above money Where taste lives in harmony as bud to honey Where trust is sprawled in boundless space And lover’s hearts string chords at same pace Not like poverty and palace vaulted in spell wand Like two occupying same space hostility bound Or like two caged in marriage law clawed under That, lacking chemistry is sooner shored asunder So, show me peaceful home not leverage on love And I’d point to its crest; hawk and poisoned dove

Mine was a life in mish mash haze Till she arrived, a lone voice That seemed more connected Who I let in, speak to my senses; Stayed, belting delightful soulful songs Different from other dreary proclivity Of the old and sameness Unctuous blanket that’s been my cover Keeping my soul stone cold Casting my heart like in sepulchre No fire put up could melt, that is Till she applied this love melt-down

Family in communion with distance dissolved Collectively sharing snugs, snow, sun and love Ivie, fifteen months, elevating the stir a gear Like hung cloths on wire to dry or nylon to flight Swinging in joy and jollity to unheard music Was my heart jiggling to heavens in merriment Like how different folks respond to gala gifts; To some the excitement is to money and boxes Others be caught in spiritual euphoric cyclone Mine was being wrapped in Ivie’s bonbonic swirl Of hearing her first nursery rhyme recital; hear The sweet delight, aestheticism, finery and lustre To floor me to knees, hands in prayers, clapped: Dear divine, grant that I be here, next tete-a-tete

segunozique@twitter.com Amazing is the frame Of mind of mine That tales of my days My life like in slate reflective; My existence I see in slides- In echo verve moldering; Of the child that I once lived The, should have been youth The wishful wished adulthood And now, what I see of me; A man with chopped head on A butcher's unsteady prods Let to roll caught in fatal twirl Heading to hell's gate All, flashing in the stillness of First light when my head drags My body and all limbs to wake: Such is the complexity to which I struggle to arouse my mornings