Segun Ozique

Supercool, I have always been free with freedom to bow I do love to love with the light that shines in lover's life My inner self waiting for that true missing link-my cupid True love resides in me, my dream to cultivating fine vegetation I'm that music, that lovely rhythm that plays to your heart's delight I'm that mouth full of love and laughter to lift and start your day right I'm that crazy rosette, drop me in fertile heart to sprout in expectation I developed more passion for fantasy of how love would come to me Like being cloud sailing seeking to see how nature mates with man The dust at other times blown here, there and everywhere searching Or the fog at every ground in search of new pine-instant shimmering I have turned the adventurer; seeker watching for knife edge emprice But nothing I known or heard like today's youthful experimentation Like rain that run where it cares they dress deaf and dumb to care My loin has marked blister of my bu

How else to explain than Arising in obeyance of evil impulsion-animus Cooked to boil in cauldron

Planning is work half done Success piggybacks on undertaking through to atonement So plan without excuse execute

Where best to lay down Heaviness of our troubles than friend's heart Yet sometimes no worse enemy

They arrive like wind babbling Interrupting the course of the wandering waters Leaving often like impalpable vapour

Flashback ought to teach that Misharps is but failure not lesson only When we refuse to Learn

Voyage to keep with trends Carried away by the voltaic media like Being lost in the jungle

It could seem preposterous road Grinding guarantees you be the trump as Success rides on worthwhile perspectives

I write often pen plus When track of darkness brings me light When words and world collide.

Strength at times heavily burdened Comes from listening to willful willpower as Faintness - anxiety over prickly storm.

You is selfless desirous nobility But I the stingy king rules-therefore For you-I must die.

Sorry, I have once again to disturb your peace Sitting pen on blank page of your staring face Unable to write in remembrance of your grin Your laughter like the kicking car brand new Developing to like my jalopy mocking generator Such beauty was it often I can’t help but join So much more to think of you I always am in tears Not blubbering, howling, or weepy tearfulness But the sort you used to do as yabba dabba doo Except I look around and I am with just me and I So, my pen and I are here retrospectively thinking What’s going around where you are out in heaven? Are you perhaps with people gathered around you debating? Like last time we met in argument of all you see world over Of many injustices it pains you reekingly denying you of delight The much wanton looting and lacking you are filled with ill will Your reflections are nothing but pure angelic reasoning posture Like sound of music so pleasant and assuring to drive blue devils Just some of the reasons to rememb

Mysteriously thrilling night without dreams Lip and hip region butterflying and swinging Can't say which got me

Far apart, hills-oceans divided Dear friends always remain side by side Memorially enclosed lovingly-one heart

Why I love you so You complete me and in a heartbeat- I Will choose you again

Memories ought be mementos to- Whirl for slipups aches craves and glees Today-tomorrow must never touch

This air is ace Dawn must be entering My family windows

Swimming without aids Tough grind and grit bring changes Merit acknowledges

As believed beliefs move mountains Is written we read even God almighty On the seventh day rested

Six feet deep ends it- Leveller of stride or strife of life Journey began in the womb

Why limit affection to ache the heart Love provokes peeling desire's defences mind to flesh Yet naive will darlinging be without head

Affectionate is hearty ask; mine, God I pray please protected Circled from man must mould evil credited apportionment of the devil Ostrich we turn, questioned; the rejected, whose portion then?

Morning birth-bathed in sunshine bright and beautiful Yet yesterday mourned shadow gloomed forboding preggnancy The tell-tale faithfulness of tomorrow will bring tomorrow

Know this space we inhabit is only but a temporary place As fresh leaves and peels soon turn dry, withering to end So us one day would loose our glow till we are no more done Please, for this little time we have, care, even if little Nothing in life is worth the squabble, quarrel, or enmity No matter who you are today, naked we came same we go I care for you, no matter what branch, fruit, leaves you are So if some day you feel down, needing a lift, please call me And if perchance you call and I can't answer, know I need you.

Significant maybe today's world growth and progress A new world harboured with neighbours without borders New world sugary and tasteful spiced with trending channels A world we all can today count uncountable friends World like in a pot like lilly pond of expanded flower family Yet like school yard flag-pole, for the most part, still lonely As the generation previous breezed this way The next and next enmeshed as all else followed Busy chasing shade of blind-folded axiomatic trend Illusionary cure we thought we found for isolation Remedy idea to slize distances and construct network bridges Where we all can dance to the new crazy trendy posting tune We are eroding our companionship as, true communication Building union relationship of social media isolationism Gradually loosing our sense of inclusion to delusion Development path-way absorbed and brood in confusion Chatting, beating band and trumpeting in full blast of silence Today's world is steering and veeri

Why won't this damned tears let me be Deep in my soul fleshes my memories of him, Carried in thoughts my pen as chariots interpretes, Sadly in mould of blurs and cracked cast tombstone These are words of my hand, not my heart; not my will, For sadness has wretched my heart, shattered, lost, I am. But, beyond these tears, the splitting heart ache, Of these many questions that won't stop popping; Of this man who each and all knew in pieces I would want pieced together like generic wine Who is Chuzzy, Toks, Chuma, the bits like bites I seeked and found variously his appeal, infecious His reputation on aspects as still, is in comparison; Unlike the many others from shattered field: Those in frontline at times of riot in Sokoto, Those others drinking, partying cocks crow to bed Where as, for the good of being their pals he stays with Yet keeping the mind of youngman of dignified postures, Not doing badly at holding drunken conversations, Yet, wide eyed; all knowi

Like day and night.