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.
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