User talk:Alabigbemileke

WHERE

Where are the gods? I mean not the clowns that fill their empty breadbaskets. But the deaf that hears the muted voice of a dying heartbeat, And the blind that sees a child of browbeat. Like 'Amadioha' in the east; 'Sango' in the west that spits in fierce fire when cloud cries. Are they dead or want what the living have? To have the living in their mournful world.

Where are the clerics? I mean the one that transcend to metaphysical; Speaking to the gods in unkempt tongues. The shamans and the witches; The prophetic prophets that switches... Are they tired of sacrificing to the after life.. Like a tree, shedding its drying clothes. Faded to the life after like a burnt Cloth. Where are the humans? I mean the family of Hominidae. Like bats in twenty folds, they shattered and scattered the lands. Dying of their ungodly attitudes or maybe the gods also lacks attitude. For the penury rejoices in multitudes misfortune of the riches. As the riches abuzz to empty multitudes. 'where where where’

Alabi Ayodele alabigbemileke@yahoo.com +2348131100585 19th April, 2020.
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Poet
LOVE SONG

Looking for love from the bank of the river, until I dive deep into the ocean of your heart. Your heart beat like a talking drum, Only me can sing sweet melodious song on it.

Your tender skin glow of Mercury, Lighting the portal of darkness. Your walk shows how beauteous you cradle my heart Like an angel, you speaketh hope to my mind. Enchanting my body, spirit and soul.

This is the end of road, walking you through the aisle is my dream come true. If this is a dream, I hope not to wake up from it. I hope we drink eternity love portion from same cup.

My jewel, words can not describe how charming you're, your melodious voice chorus the parakeets beautiful song into my ear. You're my star, my universe.

Alabi Ayodele 03 Feb, 2020. Alabigbemileke (talk) 09:21, 5 February 2020 (UTC)

Poem
PAIN CHANGED ME

Change is inevitable, Maybe unstable which enable us to becomes undeniable monster. Things we got scared of when looking into the mirror; War we battle with every day like our unfriendly ancestors.

I lost my way from hell, The enigma road I rode through lairs tears. As I journey each day with my bag of shame, Hollow, I'm as the earth should opens and swallow my wretched life. The life I will trade with riffle hope, Knife my life like I lost my right to life.

Pain changed me! Sing it to the deads and ghouls, The hawks and the chicks. Let the parakeets shouts in their mournful medley; Owls hoots of my limbo, As devil incarnated my body through forbidden Adam.

Alabi Ayodele alabigbemileke@gmail.com +2348131100585 14th April, 2020 Alabigbemileke (talk) 00:10, 21 April 2020 (UTC)
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