TALES FROM THE CLOSET

Dirty hands...

My conscience said dirty hands

So I walk with hands in my pocket

I shook hands with Seno

And she said that I have cold eyes

So I closed them to hide the secrets

But tears rolled down

The boy on my inside said "boy you're getting soft"

I HAVE WAITED

And I asked my heart

What is sweeter than you lips my love

What is brighter than you eyes my love

GOLD AND CLAY

Deaf of hearing 

When these eyes of mine see beyond this sphere 

Unconscious as I lay 

But I see your face

Your eyes; the brilliance of a million stars My heart longs for you,

CALABAR CALLING

I know a place where the days never ends in Africa

Where the smell of Christmas awakens every heart to joyful celebration

The shore calls me to dance in the moon light again

The native land of Calabar whispers to me from far away

NAKED MINDSET (naked state of mind)

photographers feeding their cameras at a fashion show

The world is perverted, even the mannequin wears clothes naked

The fresh mind of the child is on the streets unprotected

While the world breaks apart, sex is overrated 

BROKEN RINGS

Time wasted

Tears rolling 

Love wrongly invested

Good byes calling

But I still can't let you go

Kiss Me Mary

Dear Mary...

Kiss me deeply

Part your lips so I can access unlimited inspiration

Kiss me mary

One Of A Kind

photo model: Eno Udofia

Beauty straight from the soul 

Without you my heart is dead cold

You got that rear charm that pretty has got to learn

WE NEVER MADE IT TO SHORE

We never made it to shore

So we sail on oceans of memories 

And fantasies of "could be's"

Young and tender like a jelly fish 

She said love made her feverish 

Complicated her english 

Made her speak plain gibberish 

Heart pure as gold, by worldliness un-tinted

FATHER...

A man's truest joy is his children and family

In my beginning

He wrapped me in his arms safe and warm

His smile ever encouraging

His words ever uplifting

Strong yet gentle

Strict yet understanding

Provider...

HOMELESS

Matt 25: 35- 37

Even in my silence
My mind speaks louder than a shotgun
Behind the glass...
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me...


A few days ago I saw a girl no older than 13 or 14 lying on the dirty ground at the motor park.
She wrapped herself with a sack bag, obviously not wearing anything underneath.
Her eyes were closed as it seemed this was the only portion of peace she understood,

LOVE PERSONIFIED

when the heart loves, the body speaks

Sweet Heart,

Being with you these past few years has opened my eyes to true love

Its not in fairy tales, romance novels, but comes truly from above

Love needs strength, but you make it effortless

God blessed me with you, so the pain of sacrifice hurts less

In God's warm embrace is where am caught first