Oladecious

My fears becomes his melody Dancing to beats produced by my heart The gnash of my teeth, his dance step My legs know no reverse nor halt but forward Every steps becomes signet of skull Every scream of help becomes ballad I became gay! Every steps a dance of thriller *Jackson We dine in a cubicle of skull Eye sockets as tea cups Shoulder blade as chop-stick What's your name I asked cordially He unmasked, sobbing and smiling Hello son? Like the voice of the deities Call me your welcome visa More than a dream! An attempt to pray, then he tendered; VISA GRANTED as heading WELCOME VISA as name His portrait as signet ©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)