Adeayo poetry

courtesy of vectorstock Eternal love, undying hate Both are sweet and sour You choose which to taste Love to one might be dour Or perhaps a twist of fate. Hello hate so sweet Or love groaning in pain Unsatiated heat Burning out the shame I feel a rumbling defeat Imminent! It finally falls All forms of love replaced By the sweetest of all Hate and anger highly placed On the pedestal in the hall I loath myself so strong For the love I feel For one so wrong I know not what to feel When love was still young I fail to repent on time And bid it ride along Love and loath combine As I tread this path along Yet I knew you won't be mine But I trod on with you I hate my weakness, emotion That made me such a fool Sticking still to the motions Even after knowing what's true That we are not meant To meet at all in the end Nor till beautiful death Makes us parallel Even if we tried our very best It was fun while it lasted Least its a story well said I'll still be sober like I've faste...

I found out something Like I always do, That "I don't mind" thing That almost always is true. I find I can't control my thought, Or maybe just found it difficult To tear myself away from a thought My brain has attached to like a fault, To share, dissect and solve. To a new sudden flow That wants to intrude on the curve, To be worked on as first in tow. I think my brain gets confused On which to pick first, When thousands clamor for it to choose. And almost always thirst To be first to go under the grinding blocks. My brain literally goes over drive To produce a hale of works, sharp as swords, Smarting my skull, like an attack from a hive. My speech stutters and falls Like I've run out of what to say. On the contrary, I have lots But they come in heavy torrents a million way. Hence, I tend to stammer or go mute When a simple question is asked of me. Like an amnesiac, or growing a sore tooth I weary to talk as its too slow to free, My mind of its heavy, roiling bur...

I have something you don't An abiding hope, maybe its me But I see people loose their wont On things they hope to see In themselves and don't But no, that's not for me I have this hunger That is never quite sated Its my lifeblood, my heart's fire It sustains and leaves me breathless To continue on, even through pyre Till I've become what I was fated I can't stop for breath My loved ones can't wait I shall drop the burden when I'm set At the peak without shame To draw all of them To the peak I've attained But for now I trudge Along the road Though stones and thorns May stay on my way as I go I shall crush those I can or dodge Those I can't, till I achieve my goal ©AdeayoPoetry

she was dusty and rugged like the whole bunch including the one in front of me selling me ground melons. her long-sleeved shirt, torn at the armpit showing brownish looking hair (which I believe might smell as much as it looks, as she pulled down a bag of satchet water from her head.) was rolled to her arm, no different from any random trader in the dusty market till i saw why she stuck like a sore thumb on her dusty, right, big toe was fixed, like a diamond ring on a pig’s nose; a fake nail, the only lone one shining on the otherwise dusty feet. in a glossy, bone death inducing, crawly, unbelievable white so out of place, I thought for once it was an illusion of the dusky light setting in at the horizons, till on second glance I confirmed it on the person who did the honours of having it. all through my stay in the market enduring the noise and dusty hubbub my mind kept yelling “to white! too white!! too white!!!” ©AdeayoPoetry

image by shutterstock.com 'Jump the queue, jump the queue!' That little devil sings like a banshee To those little bells useful for fetish. The reasoning voice in quiet sleep No counter to the shriller, give? Well, then I guess I'll jump the queue. We all have criminal tendencies. To challenge the rules; in our blood. We subconsciously think we are a god. But gods don't jump the queue And certainly do not have options to choose. Silly mortals with extreme pride frequencies. We delight in breaking the law An achievement, we think. If we do Bragging heaven and earth like fools. Yet those laws keep us free From the devourers roaming deep In the badlands outside the walls. We think being free Makes us into a god? Who can raise and make fall. gods envy us as well For we can choose heaven or hell. Which is something they can never be. ©AdeayoPoetry

The wood was sawed off Spilling its precious sap Like flesh torn apart Gore and blood running off The bloodwood Eaten into with serrated teeth Lobbed off its feet Like a roughly cut morsel of food We are getting cut in two No unity in sight People and government in a fight One side bleeding like the gopher wood I wonder and ponder If we can ever live in peace I can feel a revolution piece by piece That will tear us asunder If our blood be the sap That will end up spilt To ensure there is a split From corruption, let it be a bleeding tap. Just like the bleeding wood Grievances accumulating for centuries Over our plundered treasuries Will spill out strongly very soon To those who think us fools Though today we bleed Tomorrow you may be the one to plead When your evil deeds catch up with you #deeds #sorosokey #EndBadGovernance ©AdeayoPoetry

I played Russian roulette With my troubles I won repeatedly Till I thought I was a winner Yet he refused to die He won for the first time today And the death slot is in my hand Facing my temple. My turn to pull the trigger And I know this is the last Time I'll ever do ©AdeayoPoetry

Heaven and Hell is a symbol to me; a balance of good and evil. One exist for the other, And none is without the other. Most people say they are not evil; look themselves in a mirror and lie straightfaced. I don't have a mirror, but if i do. I will be truthful and say I'm a bit of both; Leaning closer to the darkness every single day. We all are; light and darkness combined, Both related. And influence of their conflict, Reflects even in the good we make. For good to one, is evil to another. And evil to one, is good to another. Too much good itself can be a form of evil, And he, all alone is not whole. His companion must follow. Hence, the concept of good and evil, Light and dark, Heaven and Hell. All contend, but none prevail. All in a flux of balance, Which keeps nature safe. We are children of nature, And should come to terms with it. Embrace the good as well as evil, And keep both in balance. That's the way to it, And I know of no profitable way either. ©AdeayoPoetry

I always thought I had a chance To be in the highest peak A cloud nine existence Having so great a fall The future is bleak I thought the peak was in my grasp, A grip and forward thrust away. Then like a Domino, my world collapsed Marble by marble Part by part When you've seen everything fall All around you, then you realize, There's nowhere that'll take you again Except the lowest of the low. There you've got nothing to loose. He didn't fail that falls He fails when he lost the will to fight I might have fallen low But I'm not about to fail Who knows, I might rise above in one shot ©AdeayoPoetry

1. Never shake a man’s hand sitting down. 2. Don’t enter a pool by the stairs. 3. The man at the BBQ Grill is the closest thing to a king. 4. In a negotiation, never make the first offer. 5. Request the late check-out. 6. When entrusted with a secret, keep it. 7. Hold your heroes to a higher standard. 8. Return a borrowed car with a full tank of gas. 9. Play with passion or don’t play at all… 10. When shaking hands, grip firmly and look them in the eye. 11. Don’t let a wishbone grow where a backbone should be. 12. If you need music on the beach, you’re missing the point. 13. Carry two handkerchiefs. The one in your back pocket is for you. The one in your breast pocket is for her. 14. You marry the girl, you marry her family. 15. Be like a duck. Remain calm on the surface and paddle like crazy underneath. 16. Experience the serenity of traveling alone. 17. Never be afraid to ask out the best looking girl in the room. 18. Never turn down a breath mint. 19. A sport coat is worth 1000 word...

There is an indignant lump of discontentment in my throat Like a morsel that won't go down, stubborn like a goat I hate me this time with a scowling frown Its november and everyone and thing is all brown She just left me in a white gown (At least I've finally lived with that reality for now.) These moments of waking to life Gives me the lumps and an unhealthy thump In my heart riddled with HBP Breathe in deep, out over and over again Don't let that final, thin thread of reason fail Or you'll plunge down the sink Twirling inside out like a piece of shit. You are a worthless piece of shit anyway. Don't flush, don't flush. I don't loose reason, well at least not when I'm sane. Those silky thin thread keep the five minutes grace of regrettable and remorseful insanity in cage (Everyone almost always have their moment of shame) Only when I'm angry beyond reason Do I loose any semblance of control to sweet rage. Let the beast out to take a walk, stretch a l...

Up the hill and down the meadows. I went, slowly up and rapidly; more like free fall, down. The sun beat down fiercely and  My back felt burdened on my way up, Sweat suffused my face before I got to the top. Coming down, the sun was up but, The breeze made me feel cool and better. And i sweated less though I sped more. Going up is quite difficult, more difficult Than coming down. But the most difficult of all is staying up. That altitude is lonely, hot and stifling. Its much better staying down.  At least there are  countless shadows, To shade from the heat, And the breeze to make the trip worth it. Than the lonely top where you loose All aspirations and feel stifled,  And fearful of falling. I'd rather go up and down. Knowing I can go up if I want, To satisfy my vain idea for greatness. And down if i feel, I need the peace of mind the bottom offers me. I like being in control, And not on the top with all my might. like some do. Who fall off,  Without as much as an ounce of strengt...