scribble pad

Tap the pen
Return to a place
Beyond the limits
Of time and space
Mind is busy,
Wisdom is thick
Anything slick as
Skating oil
Blank tree
Waits for ideas
Listen to
The Pioneer of
Your freedom

top10 christian songs

daddy are you proud of me by nego true

The meaning of life powerful spoken word

The countess

The countess
Is clearing the floor
Zombie bask in the
Ease of her cape
A delusions
Protection
The great escape
For all flea dreamers
Live In islands of smoke
One minute there's whispers
Of something called hope
The world thus denies an
Orbit
With heels that clap
On every inch
Three blind men
Chase not to be lynched
But taste the tide
Of a desert once set
Now vision is aged
Their not done yet
Grappling the silk and oil
From her neck
No else to be selves
But at devils beck
I own the
Sun, the moon
Thus the snow
I am more than a Wiseman
You must never let me go
Paint me like tarmac
Across silver of walls
Damaged net with a fish
Like never before

Colorless Sky

Colorless sky
Her sky is bleached grey,
The stars have been plucked out
With chapped fingertips
Then the man
He touched a cloud
Pressing it softly
To his lips
I count the days
The dark ones come
I catch the dreams
He ate the sun
Webbed fingers
Grip and clutch at dawn
The world needs not to
Seem forlorn

we remember

Missing people
Missing place
Missing knowledge
Missing face
Missing smile
A kite to worlds
A day was claimed
Missing scents
And missing smells
Missing laughs
Blown straight to he'll
The platoon
We dock
We wait
We sist
We watch
How clocks
And time persist
Busy wardrobes
Lazy clothes
Weeping pain
And cardboard
Bones
Missing people
Missing pain
We wonder
If selves
Get reborn again

cats

The cat drank
Little
Of the milk
Tasting the arsenic
Beyond the silk
It purred
Only briefly
Self satisfied
It had not
Swallowed
The guardians lies
The cat sipped briefly
Of the milk
Though hounds had gathered
In plain sight
Howling at the moon it
Owned,
It smiled to itself
Another night
For I am content
And not all spent
I can cipher webs
Which link deceit
As I tiptoe on my street
My fur it rises
In midnight breeze

noise

What a shame
Too many strangers
Have no first name
Shakespeare quoted
The loss of a name
I reply
A modern shame
Identity's stiffened
The pen becomes strained
The signature in
Visible
To the man with no name
Blind men write
What they cannot see
The voice that's mine
Belongs to me
And yet
A throat can be snatched
Swallowed in sight
Let a voice collapse
For all the fear
Is crystallized in tongue
With one jagged second

Our noises are gone

scorpion

Pretty little scorpion
Watch you bite
These foreign things
Which need no sight
They move on primal
Instinct sharp,
Their poison fresh
Dont let soft cotton
Betray you
For it is unset
To keep poison
As per
It leaks into gaps
Or slices in between
It's nothing formidable
It even looks clean
To taste the liquor
Of a scorpions suit
If your mans a child
He'll never play the flute

once we were kings

It's not a competition
I just want you to know
Once upon a smile
These dark skins were king
No banana peel
Shape shifter pods
We were the mules
Of a whipping sun
Whose volcanic flame
Would make you hide
In the very dark
Where fear itself eats.
Shhh! Let me tell
You a story
Not of backstory
Or cotton farms
Ripe with alarm
That you came
From a line
Where Jesus sat,
A nappy haired man
Who hunkered for chain
Then came the strain
Of things being removed
Ink rebel rebels
Would dance their groove
And army's would bulk
More unafraid
Refusing to be
Slave to shame
Or the bitter resentment
Of topsy turvy worlds,
Where cane would arrive
And spirits would soak
Yesterday's thoughts
We held our marbles
We couldn't be bought

depression: sabrina benaim

whats green

Jealous women
They grate on you
Pathetic pods
With nothing to do
But bully
And harass those around
Your principles
Become the clown
For pathetic is she
Godfather of
Insecurity
Disgrace to women
Controlling still
Everyone must
Bend to her will
This desperate
Spineless
Caricatures fling,
Her whole body
Is busy
Loathing what's green

the royal ones

walkie talkie

black girl

Freedom of speech
Doesn't equal freedom of bleach
Rodents will tell you
Charcoal shouldn't choose anything
The darker you are
The further from dreams
Tell those roaches
They know not anything
Black is beautiful
A composition
Of many shades
Black girl
Don't be afraid
Of declining culture
The torrent of youth
People feeding you history
Not speaking the truth
Lift your head
For you were blessed
This way
Grin at the flaws
The Judas they say
For black is history
Freedom informed
We bowed through
Cotton
And lost our limbs
We're crucified on crosses
Whipped near half dead
But our line continued
Stand proudly instead
Let a fool
Call you monkey
No brain to engage
No claim to fame
A devil that's lame
For poison tongues
Will choke themselves
And eat the vomit
Therein lies their words
The deaf always speak
That the blind
Never heard
For beauty
Is as diverse
As climate far stretched
God sat with a pen
Your beauty was etched.

mother

Mother,
I worship your lemon skin
The way you smile
Cheeks puffed up
And dewy
The lick of a slight
MisArrangement of teeth
The soft curl of
Tendrils upon
A perfect shell
As you utter a sentence
I'm caged
 in lesson
Despite my slight
I dare not challenge
One with sight
Mother with God self
Abundance of wealth
Knowledge is finance
Wisdom is health
For all the things
We saw
But don't hold
And what a sight they were to behold
Thank you for
The moments, the seconds, the hours,
I think I'll find out
You have super powers
My love is to infinity
And far beyond
Long after I've sung
My swan song

snakeskin

Compose yourself
Whilst green sweat
Tries to impose itself
Engaged in her
Poison
A zombie undead
Some characters
Are messed in the
Head
The yelp and the scream
Won't promise the dream,
Let's make it a line
Your no mother of mine
I don't want your stories
Don't want your noise
Don't want to engrossed
With a hollow voice
Your words leave
Limbs numbs
From the lies that
You tell
You shall never ever
Lace me with spell

Moment in shade

A beauty is planted
Where spotlights dimmed
A metro city
Charcoal unlimbed
Yet that hue of blue
Soft on you
The pride that comes
With the purple
Of skin
Am I upside down
Or outside in
This wasteful tide
Of heated words
The egg is boiled
The cock
Walks slurred
Chasing the hens
So far to reach

women that itch

Women that itch
To give pronouns
A sound
That speak
Their words
Through tiny bubbles
Am I hub
You do commit
For faking a self
I feel is trouble
Hands buried in pocket
My five dollar shoes
I pin riots to walls
Smoke pipe
When there's blues
Should I pinch
Myself in high heels
With feet that sob
For social promotion
What's the commotion
The notion
Of a self
That's taught
A spirit that's wired
Where souls can be
Bought
A dress for a smile
A lip with a pen
Then gentle
Men
Big words won't
Be my friend
Can I not
Be as the wind
Open as circus
Yet a creature untamed
For wild ones
Want star light
Where carousel dimmed
A creature
What else
Is a creature in pain

yesters tomorrow

Desert man
With bag of bones
Crawl your way into your slumber
Nomads always loose their homes
When they pick
Unlucky numbers
Count your shells
And click your heels
Desert man
The dice outplayed
You
Pocket thin
With ideas that ran
Metal on your
Tongue
Is what betrays you
Weak men
Target souls
That meek
Plant their poisons
Where no one speak
A bully stands
With a badge of gold
Let his spine
Be neatly folded
As you came
And clawed your way
For me
Devils dance
And taste your shadow
Dreams of freedom
Are make believe
You don't even have
Yesterday
Tomorrow

Pillows

He spoke to the pillow
She glared at the walls
He shoved the length
Of something now small
Limp with heat
And acid hunger
She clenched the
Sheets
Her cluttered fists
For all the blood
Would soon desist
The cries and moans
Of a lost girls soul
Tell me your stranger
Ill introduce mine
These planets in orbit
Take too much time
For lunar moon
And shadow eclipse
For tongues
To chatter
Life's little sister
The bed it leaks down
From the root
Cinema screens now turn
To shoot
Euphoria face,
A crack heads smile
Her limbs are soar
They,'ve done the mile
Of boxes you tick
When your young
Of damaged halos
The swan the song
To virgin youth
To eyes that stretch
For life is busy
Now brain is kept

let me love you

Let me love you
Spoon feed me lies
This delicious at
See
Nice
Holds much surprise
For guts that clench
And throats that screech
And painful lessons
That life Roth teach
Paint watercolours
With canvassed oils
Share with me
Your tainted spoil
For truth never
Licked saliva tongue
It hides in shade
Where things stay
Gone
Let me love
You Mozart man
A composition
No violin
To tell the gods
It is a sin
That shame itself
Needs comfort to hold
And damaged armies
Need soldiers to mould
Until
Life turns to mold
Then you feel the rot
In the steps you choose
The cobbler tells shoes
Your such bad news
Let me love you
And ice our dreams
Then loose my ring
I'll cool the steam
Let me love you
Thus
For love has to find
Just one of us

Boxing club

The boxer jeers as crowds roar
To heights
There's Irish dancing in
His sight
A dizzying jig
A thrust of hip
A lazy man
Now slowly dips
Fight my fears
And all my tears
The yesterday's
That never belonged to me
The loss of rhythm
The ghouls can see
As I inch away
From your fading moon
Catch your blood
With one teaspoon
Then howl the sun
Horizon
Poison
Where citrus fell
The golden
Ones plummet
Straight to he'll
They run thick hands
Through clotted hair
Dig hands in pocket
That go nowhere
As time a birch
She laughs and
Claps
For sheep's to burden
As bags of sap
There's nothing here
No dreams for you
As ticking clock
Relies it's truth

Buried skin

Are you desperate
Or crazy
Tired then both
Pepper in your
Eyes as you
Stir the most
Glaring at faces
Captured in time
Looking at wrinkles
Relaxing like vine
Do you taste the silver
It's wetness sucked in
Deep in your groin
Buried under your skin

Grace misplaced

Disgrace me
And chaste me
With numbers loud
Dazzling trumpet
A mocking sound
Then drive me out
For what I saw
A dream sits
Lonely sobbing floor
You polish his tears
Ill clean his snot
Take him
To places you forget
His battered shell
His desperate whim
And honestly
He looks far too
Trim
So will you
Plant this seed of mine
Take my hand
In sand dune climb
Ill lead you up
The stairway street
Where lanterns light
That something sweet

snake bite

Snake bite
Hiss the rattle snakes
It shakes morrackas
All gods people
It shakes morackas
Climbing into sweet bed
Sheet
Where linen plasters wallpaper skin
Hiss goes the snake
It shakes Montana's
I am thirsty from within
I swallow mountains
That crackle to dust
Plug my dreams
This fears a must
It slither on belly
Leaked oil from a jar
To whisper in ears
As I hurry too far
And blinks startled
It's jeweller laser eye
Angry that innocence

Was never surprised.

cherubim

A moon for kiss
Grant me 22 of this
22 strides
For minds that wander
A meaningless glide
For hearts asunder
Baptize me
In your lemon kiss
I'll taste your hair
With ease of this
I do puzzles in
My sleep
Cupid lost a bow
And arrow not keep
The shock of gold
And mystic blue
A smile that once
Belonged to you
I scribbled all my
Endless sighs
I feel as though you
Told me lies
Cupid it has to be
Theres something
Rotten between you and me?

painted face

Painted face lady
Loose diamond lung
Glitter in gold
Your pianos outsung
The swift man's heel
The stubborn thread
The glue that binds
Old bone to head
In this masquerade
I promise you pain
Whether your dim
Or a wagging tongue
Sane
Chewing the shrubs
Of a swamp land in waste
A mule in heat
An awesome quest
To contradict
Those ripe impressions
Use charcoal
On bright shades with blessing
The yarn you knit
May use as rope
For its these charades
Our minds
Cannot cope

soldiers fortune

A soldiers fortune
Was tainted with gold
No one believed
The myths he told
Where visions waltzed
Amongst his field
And law men
Promised
Diamonds yield
For money
Is power
And power reclaims
Us
A fall to poverty
Often
Renames us
I call platoon
You circle rank
Your bloodhound
Nose
Says world is stank
And everyone hides
In neat little stories
Bouquets with meaning
Poisoned with glory
A soldier marches
With men of ten
Eleven are missing
These are lucky ones
Then
Surviving webs that stick with lies
Dodging the sergeants eagle eyes
A taste for his
Wallet
Whilst he snoozes at dusk
Men who claim power

• Will wear.his musk

dreams of disparity

Love me, love me
Melt my skin
So there is no gap
In between our bones
The hushed chaos
Of whispers
Claims our toes
The stump of right
The log of left
We magnify
Life's little cleft
A taste of salt
Straight from the
Moon
I pick the site
You'll lay the
Tomb
For here
Lies one
Of us
All of us
Nations bliss
We'll wave our
Dreams
A goodbye kiss

Chorus men

The chorus men
I swear I heard a birds
Neck
Crackle in dark,
A firework
That lost ones spark
It sung so loud
It lost it flight
It gave others scares
Deep in the night
This haunting
Jig
Of prophetic words
Man's own lingo
A pathetic word
For real is square
The birds fly here
Tasting sky's
Where angels lurk
Demons sighted
Go berserk
A bird
I heard
The blue of dusk
A left handed man
Had claimed his
Trust.

Otatade

Heaven sings no lullabye

No God has forsaken me,
You aren't taking me
Stabbing my thoughts
All covered in glass
Popping my dreams
Balloons without sass
But the hydrogen hiss
Of a flame that's punished
Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
Ill taste your spit
It taste like Shane
For devils
Who march with open tombs
Battered women with
Smoking wombs
Umbilical cord
Fear
Was never here
But arrive you
Will
Tattooed in pain
My self destruction
Is your claim
To fame.

Depth of exposure

He's clasping the lens too tightly. I shudder and shake nervously sandwiched in an aching wind. The snowflakes whisper on my cheeks, prick at the rouge preparing my smile. " you've never done this before, think predatory, think passionate,"
" think broke," think heartbreak I swallow internally. It's maddening that I'm out here, leopard leotard trying to prove to ex boyfriend how much weight I've lost. " perch against the cage," Andrew Rosevelt speaks his tone seductive and heavy. I am in thick black heels, a black leather whip, and a face that belongs in a mask. I focus on how I like the way white snowflakes camouflage in the white artificial streaks, his midnight hair surfing the wind. I have a crush on my photography teacher, I realise how dangerous it is for people like me to yearn to get close to things, human things that pocket a smile, and the hot chocolate he downs which makes his adams Apple Bob. You have a weird mouth, I think, the other students talk about how young he is, the linear ease of his slender frame, leaking as easy as water from classroom to classroom, flashing the gap in his teeth. Blue eyes Mr danger, the mischief dancing in his eyes, "his pillow bum" my friend Franca says, and I realise maybe I don't want to impress Sudan Crawford who says I have too much chocolate for my skin, my eyes are too wide I always look naive. Stupid, he called it. Not like girls in his upper literature class, with girls like Jessica Spellman who happen to be prototype perfect. " I liked your eyes before," he says indignantly when my eye shadows on, if they were maltesers they would melt.His stare is so hot sometimes like an iron pressing my lids, studying the circumference of my everything, I wonder sometimes if I'm simply an equation he wants to fix.

weeping sheep

He captures me
Each breath I take
Held in a jar
Each move I
Make
Must I collect
These lazy pearls
Of mine
For his bacon
Feeds his swine
My battered tongue
My collected lip,
The steps with
Chain
A rogue now trips
And are there faces
In this glass
He's stitched my
Tongue
I know not class
But to blubber
My bubble words
The empty shingle
A dead man's cry
Am I me
Myself
Or I
This cripple threat
Of ghosts who weep
These cancered limbs
Which idly creep
Look for heels
With all their stems
I've lost my feet
I count to ten
The sheep they
Weep.

Abuse

Little puppet
On a string
Feed me thoughts
I dare you cling to
Let me poison
All your dreams
For carcass
Should ambitions be
I am broken
You belong to me
The tattered piece
Of a damaged doll
Reflections
Make me feel so small
Truth
Has always been liar
Ill eat your soul
Then take you higher
Chapped hand slap
Or broken toes
Throughout your
Life
Ill watch tiptoe
Spine it skates
Just like a drink
With a clever
compasss
Now i think
Before a God
One should be
On knees
Either way
Ill roll my sleeves.

jealous sky

rich man
and pocket
Buy me the sun
Buy me the clouds
Till sky is numb
That vast purple orange
Receptor
Waking you with
Naive a smile
Yet when
A self
Becomes inspector
Those banished dreams
Aren't worth
aqua in sky
This tricky sun
Belongs
 in my pocket
bury it deep
Till we both
Implode
And when the world
Is tot to darkness
I will fill them
With songs of gold

where the heart docks

Where the heart docks

Catch me
And keep me still
I dance for you
Parade at will
Tiptoe on stilts
That are unbecoming
Lucid in trance
For an all or
Nothing man
I paddle the stem
You take the moat
Brandied tongue
With acid down throat
Lost in a chorus
Of clotted words
I am bosom
For your bed
Tilt your neck
Come braid beside
Me
This track we clamber
For roads with keys
The iron king
Is on his knees


Otatade iseghohi okojie
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Whisperers and conquerors

Whisper keep me
I stumble
A boulder
Across this empty land
Guardians have desist
The water is tainted
With the bad dreams of soldiers
Who chose to wear no shoes
Battered bones
Harmonica blues
Their oiling flesh
Would poss
At dawn
Separating
What they
Had once become
I.ate their jellied eyes
Tasted the fear
On every stride
The glass on the mud
The jagged gate
I wonder if angels
Question date
Do or die
On this lawless land
I look for my laces
I understand

Capital Kings

Each ocean blue

I travel the world to 

find diamonds for you

Tiptoe across dusk

The enemy

Memory

Let me bite your hand

Lions understand

When packs are sinking

Do i hear the chorus

Of Solomons Stealth

aiding our vision

Corrupting our wealth

tasting the crimson

From piano hands

I understand

When the storm comes

A capital King

Will love you

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

Ghost boy cotton

The lonely girl

coiled in cotton

Oh how you detest

forgotten

voices
chatter

in your head

Excited noise
mermaids in the water
are all playing dead

For onions that
smile doth reek of hate

They celebrate

and then they wait

Pick your skeleton

toothpick from pick

As body lays

On floor now licked

With grooves arriving where skin was

Smoothe

Confidence stumbles with

ease of mood

I ask the numbers

I count the friends

Who stood the test

till bitter end

and battle dimmed

when rods were dropped

and legs now limped

counting numbers

A wolf or sheep

Your shaded self

Your perfect keep

We are all a contradiction

minds plagued with fears

and much affliction

as we lean towards the line

One day dreams

Will turn out fine.

The clouds will hum

a rum tum tum

Oceans dispel

a moses comes

yea though i

walk in valley of dreams

I clutch the stars

which tastes like cream

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie

doth my eyes decieve me? self hatred permeated ( black women?)

I'm sorry this seems like exactly what they say their not? Male chauvinism at its worst. Men who feel worthless spreading their toxic message to everyone. Not all black.women have a nasty attitude, I feel as though this brush is used to paint us and stereotypically alienate us from society as the diverse individuals we are. A few black women have experienced going through the phase when they argue. Their done with black men, tired of being put down, let down, hurt, ridiculed,and it's the same for black men. As a society we go through our changes, mood swings, rejection is a very painful pill to swallow, yet even greater is disappointment. Black men, and not all of them have a rabbit of drawing out some women's insecurities, some women have their guard up, and sometimes we automatically put our guard up, because some men not all men are known for putting fairer skinned women, or women from other ethnicities on a higher tier. The assumption is that were arrogant, and yet there are these characters or difficult women in every race or gender. I believe the media promotes warped exaggerations of how a black woman is, how we talk, act, speak and this can be exaggerated. More to the point there are some idiots who see these warped annhilations of a black woman's character, and perform it in their daily lives which they believe validates being black. Yet how do they know whether or not.it's an angry Caucasian man writing the script, or someone brought up with false beliefs. There are those imbeciles who perform being black, refusing to acknowledge we are a diverse pallet. For example why is an educated or well.spoken black woman seen as trying to.act white, or being a know it all,and.trying too.hard, she is then ridiculed and treated at.times with distance as though they are so important she'll turn into the f.b.I on.them. people are completed, although one might argue in the defense of these mens attitude you do have some sharks, guess what though I believe black women are held to a higher decree we are more heavily judged,  Look at the rates for single or unmarried black women, the idiots who facilitate these ideals end up broke and selling a sad story, attitude and spunk are two completely different things, attitude and character are two completely different things. There are approachable black women, who are very intelligent, well rounded, and successful. No matter what gender or race people have a tolerance level for fools. I once had a woman define me as ugly because I was dark, it was a black family who consistently called me racist names like monkey, and actuallybullied me to the point of harassment,continued this because not only was I not going to the police, they had a fair skinned son who thought he was superior because of his lighter shade. As I received insults and abuse regulArly, I realised something key. I wasn't ugly for being of a darker hue, and ugliness really is on the inside. I've seen girls called ugly their whole school life, and then with much growth, they find themselves a partner and are in a loving relationship, they have character traits that someone finds worthy enough to date. We are not all your ex girlfriends, or the angry baby mother, who actually does have a right to demand support for the children ' son's not all. Take pride in yourselves ladies and understand that in order for people to have a positive experience with us,  we have to allow them to engage with the individual not the stereotype

We are all.beautiful in our own unique ways,yet some of us are still rough diamonds.

a mystery. of mystique

just bad

its tomboy season anteeeeeeeeee up!!!!

Worlds most beautiful stunning intelligent woman

This is beauty
at a very different league to our human minds, but beauty none the less