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Abundant aces Misplaced graces Swallow do you remember Yourself When the waters fresh And cool and ripe Charcoal sharks lurk To give you strife The scent of poison in the air Ink Abundant aces Eyes that scream Capture what was lost in dream Grab your milk Your baby blanket For between the Nails We're jesters still

Five o clock feeling.  I am reeling from this five o clock feeling, collar loosens from it's trunk, hairs run through with glittering spunk, This free me, with buttons undone as street lights blink gold i meander through the cold,  i think easily of  warmth and hearth where the flame flickers and the spice disappears, a side of rum blank paper to ears A cosy bed where elastic curls my bubble gum winter We nestle against becoming the chalk on the ice which no one knows that buoyant place where no one goes  your chiselled features the circus plans to keep this seed away from ivory reflection, A self one knows could puss rejection your blue with blisters, Your account it lied said you were christmas your words were elapsing on the tongue, energy collapsing, crawl into the wake of a starawberry dream.

image by Trina Hess Ignition jerk,  rocket booms How many secrets  hide in your room Stories of malice tendered and twisted Slaughtering souls You hate that are gifted Forsake i not the clever catch, Motorised in tidy batch  Speakers announce desired win, For dreamers are few and far between This jaded world  outside hence polished damaged cells, refuse acknowledge Built by dreamers Clutching clouds Float on air and scream out loud We are unbreakable This scribblings and i we'll sigh with exhaustion and loosen a tie sedative skin relax in our limbs tease out stranded words within. Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

Silly Little rabbit tricks are for kids Eager for things Which are clearly stupid Riveting promise Toil in storm Flushed with rain Extravagant norm But silly little rabbit Lies are for kids The forked tongue Of cobra Desolate For world is hungry to evade Eagle mounts on desert crests to see selves hiding we detest.

image by portia cantonis Et tu brute the coward leaks the vine I was out of mind to trust his time and all the words he did forgive as he had new tricks up his sleeves Elevator dumps heartbeat triumphant I am miscellaneous already corrupted A mix of things No sense and deeds I wish id had tricks up my sleeve

www.bestwallpaperhd.com Take it like a robot, that slap that rebounded off polished skin The eyes and lips You prepared for him The broken tooth The pillowed sobs the change, the promise are somehow odd to ears that worshipped lies Everything was no surprise We miss the bus We claim the street Because All grownups loose their feet

modern art Dominoe effect Life select me I've pointed the holes Erupted in quake What loud noise the ticking clock makes In the jungle Of our fried Eclipses I am caught In no Eucalyptus Schedule set, The dot, the tick hearken i must be true to it for life is challenge Tumbola and drum Within our hearts is the primal one The ticking clock The doors that slam I think i'm simply becoming man Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

Dragons slayed by busy sword Scales are brought to him is lord Of a kingdom now falling Delapidated still Yet gone are the dragons  And lost was their will Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

Nobody's crying Nobody's howling No baby needs to be kissed here I wipe the fade of imaginary tear from your postcard near perfected lips Eclipse the truth your stealth in train Never you mumble of self in pain For daggered heart seems to ice not melt an African or 300 twelfths celt. Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

Abstract art by Mari Pack Your empty voice is so much noise Your scattered marbles Broken pins As you worship debts within checking ticks off fulfilled promises Love like love me Choose like choose me absorb like take me and all my flaws Breaking faith Will loose me because i tamed a puppet Tamed a pet No one knew How well spirits can starve bodies like flakes leafs after dark For in this stark oppression I consistently wait for your correction Facilitate me into the you you picked I'll slick my hair Eject my dick I'll loose the legs and wag a tail, i'll collect the milk and hurry with mail Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

His friends told him What tongues say How tongues wag Each move to play They pioneer poison For a puppet man Man with no features mold with no plan And dare i shirk The self i see Of all the places he could be Paris, Montecarlo venice, or wales Men with no vision make empty sales what's in your basket I ask with my pillar Foundations met with gluttonous filth And as my ears tweak his ease deliver i fear a man lost a mothers milk Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

www.artsetter.com Masculinity Soul He lost himself Then took control Fire the canons Fuel in his head He'd almost be Dead If it wasn't For What the old man said Lectures that pierced Air Spitting at him like Fireworks A wool.of Dreams And the midday Hurst Watching the moon With the dew in their eyes There was trouble On horizon Yet no surprise He'd pick on his tears Dressed in Apple cake The old man's knowledge Would be his escape Otatade iseghohi-okojie

image by Otatade Iseghohi Okojie The inner creative self We  dive through it A pool of wealth Ideas like skittle On the.floor We load up suitcase Capture vein Push through rocks Dissect our brain For all its wondrous Little gnats Ghosts without practice Are ones who see bats. Otatade iseghohi-okojie

 Wanted I didn't want to die this way, but I was disappearing like the ice in a snow storm." You'll feel better after this," the lady at the shelter popped two white pills in my hand. " don't worry baby, it's not poison," I raised my hand in defence. " words that sting," I muttered leaning against the wall, feet curled in a yoga position. " he beat you bad this time," she was black cocoa skinned, deep set brown eyes and curvy figure, she lowered herself to the bed. " I'm taking it to the mattresses this time," shoving battered hands through stringy brown hair. Every time he beat me, or he threw words like a javelin, I'd put on the godfather. A film became an episode. Daddy used to love watching it,when I hit sixteen I did too. I realised the world could be such an angry place, that you could be inside the frame and not know what the hell was going on. Jeffrey would be pacing, angrily, wine bottle in his han

Chapter and verse We quite rehearse the hunger pangs Which come to thee Bewitched in smoke Our fears elope At times To infinity But who I am, Is what I am Wrapped torch Between fingers Where I stand My chorus Is my voice Outside my bracket I have my choice To rip off flesh And boldly soar Where no man has been Before A strait jacket comes to me Sometimes We Fear What's free Otatade. Iseghohi-okojie

Dynamic is such a simple word I paint the sky with all your flaws In the oven Must I bake Those question marks Upon mistake For squandered beauty Hence is lost We walk the mines Just because These broken stars This midnight moon Dynamic Is a word too soon. otatade iseghohi-okojie

I remember you, the softball at the corner of your lips Your scent is everywhere, lavender, and that touch of spice which eclipsed everything. I remember the way you coiled your tiny fingers around my blanket, leaning into.The crook of my neck. You hated the curtains, I explained they were ancient. I wanted to seem eccentric to you in some way, a Vicente worlds apparent from my island. We were ink on milk. I wanted you to remember our first conversation, the night was rough and the sky spat tears that day we stood at the bus stop. You asked for an umbrella, and I said " I like your jacket" but really I liked your eyes a huge of brown and blue , the sharpness of your nose, and the soft brush of pink moist lips. We walk in between the rows of silence sliding disjointed sentences in. Lavender, I miss your scent, if only I had spoken to you at all

Excuse me prime minister What say I Of My Woes We lead separate Lives I May possibly Implode Your dreams cement My paperclip.links Excuse me Prime minister What do you think? For I dream of business An atlas.to behold My world is a mesh As you increment gold The parlour For each house A sentiment too Align all your architects What else do.you do To wipe your arise With strikes of chiefs To have candlelit Dinners Beside the reef Yet when I handed My business plan For you to come through Excuse me prime minister What did you do?

It curls around the corner Bullet splits wind Swallow the air I tingle inside The engine revs Grumbling like A rocket Smile for Me And. Sit a while Back arched forward I crumble Sentences lost Man in silver Man in gold Your midnight Hair Is sight to behold The beauty Of your Skin A twilight tan Maybe one You'll clench My hand And sweep me Like a paperdoll A voice so.big A self so small We can have Monitor's by A walnut bookshelf Marry me with words I am overwhelmed The slumber of a Waking dragons rule In heat and flame Let's be two fools Otata

The weaving of swords We surrender the chalice I perform with malice nightingale abreast and do I descend upon Creatures not dead A broken woman With an evil battered soul I'll tell you my Story You tell me yours Let the world land an applause for evil Way beyond its design Has seen a sleuthing Whose lost her mind Power corrupts the skin Those who yearn To taste it. Trim Apply a seat Wretch sword from.stone For little Arthur Rides alone.

The little boy told too many lies, he was hungry for them,  like maggots they'd crawl out of a gaping hole. Each parasite landing to punish the world. Lemon, acid. Which honest tool For your the liar I'm the fool To link to ghosts which seize their steps And laugh as Africa is bereft For rotting corpse What say you of the dreams they live Where cucumber cats Tiptoe between thighs, Weaving blankets for the salt you make as mermaid weeps And laughter cries Dead things that whisper Claim your throat Your candied eyes That hollow boat For as others whence you sail Now you ride On hungry whales

I made a mistake He hisses Whilst my life appears Cake mush on the gravel He has kicked so many times, Not even a column of a lonely candle Dough it scatters by the side Even the bin man Leans back studies a mosaic of Chaos What had it been With so much taste And all this sugar brought To waste

East from east And west to west We ride in circles With no horizon silver giants upon the moon, Her battered frame With tedium surprising For camels Only perish here. They spit too easily Their bitter tongues The mule is crushed Yet drags its feet An arrogant horse kicks At the hay For we were here Yesterday The month Arizona lost its belt And all the stars they cried for help Begging of the angry clouds And still And still We're sleeves of leaves, Despite the fiesta of Earth mothers breeze we switch from right we beg from Left Without my shoes I have little left.

Image by Alfred Gockel loving your eyes As much as it meant Stretching the limbs Already spent Chewing the ache Between cross bone He wants you to Know your never alone The girl who sobbed In blueberry pillow Give me a dummy For naive and youth I curl the hands which pimple The sheet Claiming the side Of one not asleep Pacing the mirrors Science twilight I thought yesterday I was the chandelier And when his tongue It clubbed my ear Melted with a virgin's fear

                                                    image by diego Velazquez Respect me The little brat says Placing a crown upon his head Excalibur blunt For the knights are dead And there is no Honour Beside his bed For land has crumpled And bed is wry His ghosts themselves They never die Soon they will sit upon His head Marrying the throne For he is dead Where is the council Gold turned to bronze Voices of substance Chorus absconded His broken knee A missing eye His God will nod As he will cry.