Oladecious

We look from gloom couldn't see afore worried we became Eccentric and despondency became our friend We couldn't see We unveiled and hat on We rejoiced and merry Alas! A thorn in hat Erosion of blood gully down We bath in our joy of agony We comfort another  This is but for a while  We dine with our trespasses  We bade farewell to the night Hoping for a dawn of uncertainty  We left as we came @Oladecious Ade

Strength furnished by the rock Sight made flesh Iron were loins and joint Sight remains penetrable  I gay Unlike others on hoof not adder  Announcing his coming unaware  Deceptively silence he the way Glaring some saw, lowered he in green and crept Till the coming Spotless was I pursuing the heavenlies Till she emerges  Enticing locomotion before me she came I succumb not but the flesh

The narrow way leads home None love the way But for the home we all walk Victory the ticket to a crown None love to war But for the crown we all conquer None need the sun For the destruction of cold and darkness We plead the Sun like a gun we await trigger None love to gun But for the trigger, we gun To be save none sees it efficacy But sickness and death persuade We sing the psalm six ©oladecious

I move to the beat of my heart's sound Each step a dance, my feet on the ground My legs won't reverse, they only move fast Each step a sign, forever to last I scream for help, but it's music to my ears A ballad of pain, through all my fears I'm lost in the dance, with no way to escape Each step a thriller, my heart does ache We dine in a skull, a cubicle so fine Eye sockets as cups, shoulder blades as chopsticks divine I ask for his name, with a cordial tone He reveals his face, with a sob and a moan He says "Hello son", with a voice so divine Like a deity's call, it echoes in my mind He grants me a visa, with a welcome sign A portrait of himself, forever to shine ©oladecious

 How beautiful my petals where, With Sparks of a glittering star Shaded in the artistic structure of a graphic designer Not until death stuck me with it powerful Sting. Becoming the dark of Hades,and the reds of poison, What is my sins? Why was I slain? Why hath my beauty been taken and given the blackness of deep emptiness... Tolathapoet © (Written July 13th,2019)

Who am I, enbedded in the grains of Jupiter's crust, Where the grown becomes  a foetus of decaying wombs, With roots driven past my curls. What is my name, Why do I lay on the greens of solidity, Where my paws gives life to a new creature I a child of the depth, A depth known as the mother of all mother's, A depth of cage and death... Someone tell me who am I? Tolathapoet © (Written July 12th,2019)