@29Would I stay this way, Pain in my heart, Slouch in my sway,Praying for yet another dame?@29My being long’s for another;Completion its goal,A partner to bother,Yet put smiles into her soul.@29I run the worldIn search of my ribsomeone to call my love,For her I make this trip.@29Single I still amFickle in my choiceHer dimples a plusHumming to be or not to be...
by: Seun Aduwo
Yet another talented friend, people! Say hello to Seun Aduwo who unlike my previous Guest Damian Sinton, is not afraid to give his true identity 😀 I’m sure some of you are wondering “where on earth is all the female talent?!” but not to worry, I’ll have girl power in the house PRETTY soon! 😉 (lol!) Till next time… 🙂Cheers! 😉
Its morning, She rises up same time as every other day, and with a wide smile on her face she stretches and gives out a “GOOD MORNING!” This of course does not go down too well with her partner who irritably grabs the pillow from her side of the bed and hurriedly places it over his head as he buries his face in the one beneath him. He absolutely hated those “Good Morning” moments.
Despite the fact that he has become accustom to the episode each time she wakes beside him, i.e. Her going off like a village rooster, the insecure bloke is more upset and resentful of the way she sounds each time she gives the customary salutation. Its comes out with this rapturous burst of energy… “How come I never make you sound that way at night?” he says unable to conceal his envy any longer. “Excuse me!” She replies as she turns in surprise, unsure of the muffled words that have come from within the pillows. With his face off the pillow this time he repeats his question, but unable to look her in the eyes as he does. “How come I never make you sound that way at night?” After a few seconds of shocking silence she lifts herself from the other side of the bed where she’s seated; In his baggy “Tees” she laughingly jumps on the back of her sulking lover. “You are such a child” she says as she plays with his ear lobes.
Seductively she lays on his bare back and whispers:
“Why feel spite for the morning, is she not good? Why vex as I salute day’s dawning? It is only with gratitude…
Do not compare my heightened sound of day to my lowly moans of night, when your hands, your lips, your skin upon me fill me with delight.
You desire screams as our bodies entwine and I reel in orgasmic pleasure? Well forgive me as the words lay caught in my throat while the moment I treasure.
Be not jealous of the morning and the excitement she brings me, but bless her as she gives way to the evening, and into the night once again we will be”
“This is some real Shakespearean ish” he says to himself as she nibbles on his right ear lobe and with her fingers plays with the hair on his naked back…. But hey, it worked! His supremacy over the morning is finally restored! He turns, and taking her in his arms plants a long kiss on her lips and with a look of mischief in his eyes he says “well the morning can have your screaming salutations, I on the other hand can make you moan whenever the hell I want!” She giggles as they kiss.
These blank pages lay empty, I yearn to fill them with love, hate, joy or melancholy But expression weighs thin, while desire to fill each page burns feverishly within. My voice is trapped within fear’s cage, I am as an unsure artist, paralyzed as I take the stage. These sheets are naked, I yearn to clothe them with my emotion, to bathe them in “self” with each stroke of ink and bear my soul’s devotion; to let my heart speak. But I am hunted by barren imagination born of caution’s defeat. Like a rain cloud, I am pregnant with word, but the fear to birth them keeps a voice unheard. …Anxiety seems to stifle this song bird. I sought approval from an unseen audience, I suppressed “true self ” and lost “true vision” Bringing death to many expressions from fear of rejection, This, the cause of a long-ass intermission. From fear’s cage I now break free, I seek my voice’s redemption; my Immortality…. Throwing caution to the wind I allow these words unwind. No longer will I let the audience my words define For these sheets, these pages… they are not their space, they are mine…
Hi guys! 🙂I am SO sorry for the long silence, but I think this piece explains why I sort of went into a shell. Missed you all and am hoping to get back into the groove of things 🙂…. MUCH LOVE! 😉
I’m not sure it makes sense anymore, how could it come to this?…. Maybe I should have seen it from the get go but all I saw was “Red”…
I fell in love with beauty I had never known. Vibrant, Sexy, Intelligent, Creative… A perfect gift of Cupid’s to me. She would be my gem and fortune, and she was. We gave into each other absolutely; the perfect couple… Everything was “Red”, but time is a wicked thing…. With it that vibrant color begins to wear and a faded texture I see.
Cupid’s gift gradually morphs into a fiendish curse. Aggression and anger is its gift to us. She, still my rare beauty, I look at her and the devil wears Prada comes to mind. My “Red” beautiful, powerful and yet vain flower.
Quarrels over the slightest matters ensue… Initially welcome, as passionate acts of reconciliation fuel “bittersweet” to a fiery shade! … In the time of “tainted Red”, Hot, Sexy, and Angry is how I desire her.
Soon “Red” becomes a warning; a stop sign which we both refuse to heed… The situation bears an ugly turning…
My beauty, I know she loves me yet here we are; a kitchen knife run through me…and as I lay here in my pool of blood; clutched in her trembling embrace, at the sight of the tears from my beauty’s face born from regret of her mindless mistake… I see “Red”
Rich filth,… that from which nations amass wealth Your existence, a fuel to the beasts of men. From you births the many substances that drives the nations Father to momentous wars and mother nature‘s ebb and destruction.
Refined and used, you belch abuse into Gaya‘s atmosphere, … yet we would seek you out and bring forth your flare to air from land and sea. O woe is man for drawing earth‘s blackblood and making of it a demigod. They kill, steal and lie only to have control over the land from which you are bred.
Energy from the relics, Power and Poison …, A wicked jewel that I would rather name “the devil’s piss“, I pray our addiction will not rest with you forever! But until pigs fly I for Gaya will shed my tears, as man’s lust for you is unending… For what are we without our fill of “Texas tea“?
Past reception to love has ended in torment; the heart has been struck hard! It will not trust…only to gut does it cling.
To new love the heart speaks, “Me thinks I will play pretend and wait out this episode’s end; Surely this love that so runs amock will soon under life’s pressure get stuck!” It waits for the snags, the mistakes, the hiccups; To hear the words “I’m sorry”, a preview to the Breakup.
Pessimistic this once beautiful heart has become… But can it be blamed?! From break to break a once virgin heart aches, and is now undone. Casting feeling aside, calculation it applies to reduce the strain of impending disgrace. Settled in mind, “THIS is the path!” the heart decides.
Dear fraction of being, where emotions weigh strong; Delicate, Vulnerable, yet where will is born, I see the path you take is of despair. The fear of feeling a stranger’s love and in turn yours share, Is that not my friend true despair?….
Someone said “what is yours shall surely come to you.” Trust me dear heart, these words ring true… be strong; After the hurt, in time permit yourself heal…and when you do, please dear heart, without reticence …LOVE that someone new.
One time I would watch this video and my heart would bleed (Laughing at my stupidity :D)….. I wanted a certain Ex of mine to see it and know that I was that woman he would regret never having…Desperate right!? ;). Well, I’ll have you know that dreams do come true! He FINALLY made reference to the song during our conversation yesterday… Lights lit up within me and somewhere in my head I heard myself scream “YESSSS, VICTORY!!!!” 😀
Smiling as I write:
Never a “WE“, just a “YOU” and “ME“ My heart, strong and decided on staying love’s course, trying to make it work, while you effortlessly hurt Adamant to make us a “WE” by force; for my pride sake I bear love’s curse.
An object of such ridicule in trying to be your friend, Making myself available even when unwanted.
A part of you I so longed for, But a longing that only made my heart sore…
Hail my epiphany! “looking into the mirror of my heart and staring back, a woman stripped of her pride.” Hail my Realization! “Wishing on a dying star would bear more possibility than my love kicking against your tide.”
Permitting my love for you run its course; finally letting go, now it dawns on you! O poor fool, now you know!
You fed off my love, yet never let it show, and confess now how for “YOU” there will never be another “ME“!? Well THAT my dear “YOU” fills my heart with such glee.
….I feel my pride return now; A smiling woman stares back at me.
She tried and tried and tried again… but I guess “WE” was never meant to be…
Fickle in my choice Her dimples a plus Humming to be or not to be... by: Seun Aduwo
I am SO sorry for the long silence, but I think this piece explains why I sort of went into a shell. Missed you all and am hoping to get back into the groove of things 🙂
…. MUCH LOVE! 😉
Energy from the relics,
Dear fraction of being, where emotions weigh strong;
Festival King 
