Lucky me

Lucky me! Lucky you!
Lucky, lucky we two!

You say how lucky you are
but that’s so not true.
I’m the lucky one,
… I’ve got you!

You say I let the sunshine in,
while you are my Sun;
I give you a complete feeling?
Well you are my “One”.

Yes, I am aware that our love is imperfect
and can depreciate,
but we have never BEEN to please,
and that I’ll always appreciate.

I’ve got you my brother
and I your sister,
….the rest we leave to fate.

Lucky me!
Forever will I be glad I’ve got you mate.
For you are “MA NIGGA”, my friend and hommie.

…I am grateful for this lucky state.Tayo and upe

 


©2011 Festivalking

My Pretty Picture….

As a child I painted a pretty picture

of what my life would be in future.

In it I painted you,a man of dignity,

honest, loving and true,

…for these and more,

you I would love and adore.


Time came and went,

on counterfeits my love I spent

and at some point, love made no sense…

I loved in vain, almost to insanity;

I gave my body and soul

but all was vanity.


I don’t blame the others,

it was all my doing.

I would love and then bring it to ruin,

for something was missing.

I had almost lost hope

when God gave me you in due season.

 

As a child I painted a pretty picture

…….You were the reason.

 

 

©2007 Festivalking


…2 Mes’

What if I had 2 Mes'?
The lover, to say; to do as men need, 
the other a friend to no end indeed.
If it were so, 
to what end would men use both?  

The lover and the friend, 
they are both willing to please
but the friends of the friend; the lover's lovers,
... they are in disconnect,
wanting no real position in relation!

So what IF I had 2 Mes', 
the lover and the friend?
To my tears there would be no end.
They would cry to each other; 
Brood about a brother 
until they realize, 
all they really have is each other
... Sad!

THANK God I am NOT 2 Mes'!
I with one me, 
I am free to shift and change as I please!
The lover and the friend,
...they are all in me 
along with the bitch and the enemy,
depending on the button a brother pushes, 
that he will see.

I AM the Friend; I AM the Lover,
I am ONE; I am ME....   
 
©2009 Festivalking

Sex’s Soul

If sex has a soul
then you and I have found it;

If it were a state,
then we have wondered its hills
and tasted of its fountains.

If sex was a vine
then we have drank of its sweet wine;

If it were a race
then we have reached the finish line;

We have danced to its glorious song,
that sweet rapture

that has taken us through the night long.

Sex’s soul!
A cauldron of heat and fire.

It bursts forth as sweat, smell and screams;
born of man’s desire!

We have found its place,
not many seen,

and have visited over and over,
as many lovers been.

And as we reach journey’s end of “you”and “I”,
sex’s soul is lost for an instant
,
until each with new love re-visit it;
We embark on new flights,
to climb its many hills
and drink of its fountains;

…To find the soul of sex.

©2009 Festivalking

To the Virgin Mother and my Master, her Blessed Son.

These words are born not from one of denomination but of an appreciative mind of what Mother and Son must have had to endure….


How do I tell you I am sorry for all your pain dear Mother and Son
The sacrifice you made was tremendous and yet each time I turn a blind eye and do as I please… I take you back to that moment .
Master and Mother… Please take pity on this young woman’s soul.
Dear Master and Son, you were scourged for my sins; bruised for my iniquity and yet…daily I find ways of putting you back on that tree.














Dear Mother, although you knew since the time of my Master’s birth the weight he would carry, still you brought Him up to embrace that destiny. It couldn’t have been easy for you… You a woman like myself and yet nothing like me.
You bore a child; raised and nurtured him in the way of the Lord. Of course you must have known the dangers that laid ahead for the Son of Man but you encouraged him still.


I apologise for every time its seem as if I do not appreciate the pain you went through.
 


….Thank you Dear and Blessed Mother.



 THANK YOU MOTHER AND SON