Poetry

January 19, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Samuel James

 

By

Samuel Ayoade

 

 

End of Discussion

 

 

end of discussion…

nothing, is as interesting

as spectating over a set of people

with the same psycho-disorder

 

Heavy feet stamping hard

Stampeding

helpless souls

Soles of darkness, stepping

on the eyes of needles

Porcupines

in this place

sleep

on our souls

as bed-covers…

These souls ask,

“Since when

has death been the recompense

of poverty?”

And men,

did nothing about it. (Shior!)

 

In a time of recession

Drought, and stern penury rock the nations

The destiny of a greenland lay

on the shoulder of an old man

Heavens spill blood

Enchantments

Divinations against Israel –

the people of God

Hearts quake, trembles

that this wizard would restore

Justice

barn corruption

Measure the nation

with his measuring rod…

But cattle are wild beasts

I ask,

“Since when

have goats been king

in the assembly of men?”

And men,

did nothing about it. (Shior!)

 

Adam’s seed is, at last… Dead

Death… Hell… Sheol

Grave

In the womb, uterus

of Eve

Man over man, under man

Inside man

But Adam

had no boyfriend

Sodom is a vulgar tone

But Gomorrah

was named after the daughters of this place

And Sodom, their sons…

I ask,

“Since when

has man been drawn from man –

A helper fit?”

And men,

did nothing about it. (Shior!)

 

Mother’s stall – got burnt

Our hope took a stunt

Father – a bus clerk

We sleep on rail- tracks

Little Jack – hungry

Mockery – Father’s bus got stuck

What is the law

that I shall not take into my palms

the ordinance of the gods?

But they burnt my soul…

Porcupines

in this place

sleep

on our souls

as bed-covers…

Vengeance!

My soul cries out,

“Since when

has death been the recompense

of poverty?”

And men,

did nothing about it. (Shior!)

 

This is the End of Discussion

that divinity

has showered stupidity

upon humanity…

How humanity

has suffered rancidity

Be ye drunk to stupor but not with wine

But of an outpour of folly with a touch of ‘ternity…

Stealing is surnamed theft

and embezzlement – corruption

Theft ways heavier

Nigeria, Why?

Are you insane???

Since when! has poverty become a sin?

And men,

did nothing about it. (Shior!)

 

nothing, is as interesting

as spectating over a set of people

with the same psycho-disorder

end of discussion…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreams

 

I.

 

darkness lures me into slumber

if you don’t understand

my poetree

check the root words

or the stem cells

… I will rather engrave my name

on the stony hearts of men than

on the concrete walls of a classroom…

darkness lures me to slumber

light copulated me upon the darkness

reveals:

the intent of the heart

the memories of the future

I am not that candlestick

that sees not its base…

what is man?

for he passeth away like a chaff

carried by the wind

fading away

like the stars of the morning – – –

yet in this dream,

the infant shall die at hundred

and the aged, a hundred and

twenty

accursed shall he be called that dies below

henceforth –

the more you read,

the less you understand

darkness lures me into slumber

if you don’t understand

my poetree

check the root words

or the stem cells

but in this dream

we – I and you are the casualities

of freedom

though I see beyond this dream

yet another dream:

love building us into glues

of unity

the strength of a lifetime is not in its length

but in its purpose

— only remembered by the works we have done

yet another dream that

this dream died long ago

in your heart…

but for me

… I will rather engrave my name

on the stony hearts of men than

on the concrete walls of a classroom.

 

II.

 

spirits ignited my soul upon

my darkness

light struck me to brightness:

awakening

for these dreams

are poisonous to the eyes…

darkness lures me to slumber

almost at the peak of death snore

of those swept off into eternal lake

by liquid snow… into liquid fire

fire… and blood… and war-ter

an inexhaustible flow

coursing from the cursed fountain, mountain

found at the source of black minds…

spirits ignited my soul upon

my darkness

light struck me to brightness:

awakening

for these dreams

are poisonous to the eyes…

is it not painful for you to fist against thorns?

blood and shackles

that tangles

entangles…

the plural for eyes is ISIS

but these eyes in ISIS

are blind;

shall we continue to dream horror

gulp… blood… and suck

crimson – Heaven will not fall

and the abominable thing that courses

this strange fire

is this boko – western

abomination

education;

ignorance is a foolish thing, my son…

though I see beyond this dream

yet another dream:

love building us into glues

of unity

spirits ignited my soul upon

my darkness

light struck me to brightness:

awakening

for these dreams

are poisonous to the eyes…

 

III.

 

one moment

I see blood – the next

fire… water… and war-tar

this dream has confused me

I see dumpty – the king’s horses

humpty-dumpty sate on a wall –

he that’s humble needs fear no fall

but humpty, dumpty had

… a great deal fall

is a wooed man not called woman?

this equality vowed

to earn you

singletude…

I see black angels

in white shoes – white angels

in black soles

this dream has confused me

o man, thou hast coloured black to satan –

the legacy you learnt

of lucifer:

black is evil

evil stones white

white detests black…

this dream is me

– is not me

but a confused me

wandering the wilderness

of segregation

racism

hatred and dis(abled) – unity

wealth sounds like white

but it’s all a dream man

why ab(normal) – use this life, dream?

when there is

yet another dream

where cadavres lay

in whites and greys, sepulchres;

all unspoken of

carcasses:

… and the white… and the black…

are feasted upon by white celebrants

without xenophobia

in that dream where a hundred shreds of

clothes, and a thousand hands

will not cover your shame, my shame

but I

have hidden my name

in yet another dream:

love building us into glues

of unity…

I and you, are these dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Samuel Ayoade

Samuel Amazing Ayoade (Blazing Pen) is an Oyo-based actor, singer and writer, born on the 27th of March, 1995. He has been published on various poetry blogs and featured in the BLACK COMMUNION POETRY ANTHOLOGY by Wale Owoade. He has several christian movies and musical tracks to his credit. He is the founder of Chrysolite Writerz Team. A Nigerian, a scientist but artistic in heart.

He blogs at: chrysolitewriterz.wordpress.com and samuelamazing.indonesiaz.com

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