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 reason...

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