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Amazon Queen

ebiowe — Sun, 12 May 2013 18:38:23 +0000

I thought I knew her story
As a child,who sat by my bed side daily
The hand that held mine on our quick walk across the busy street
The voice that called out and I knew there was a hot meal waiting
Sometimes a spanking
How I grew to call her mommy
That word that meant safe place
There was no fear here even when all around was crashing and burning
I never knew
Your nights with no sleep for fear I would starve
Your labour with no rest so my ever growing feet wouldn’t be strangers to shoes
Your drunken panic prayer over my ceaseless fever
If I broke my arm,
All I had to do was find home
A part of me knew too well where to find help and solace
Now I know,
Home was never the house with broken door handles and often yelling
Mummy was home and home was her
Like the strip foundation that we all know is there but never bother to look for
She bore the weight of our home
No promotion,plaques on her wall or raise
Yet her job had no after hours for drinks and careless laughs with friends
I’ve grown to see this woman fade
Once jet black hair requiring a steady touch of dye
A tommy that has more opinions on what it doesn’t like than the political critics
Her eyes have lost interest for ‘far’
‘Near’is all they concerned with
Yet you have no keys to a mansion on the hills
Or to a fancy chauffeur driven automobile
Just the lines of age and wear that find nesting on your face
I’m not blind to your story
Neither am I stone cold to you pain
…Someday
As long as I have life
You will receive your reward
But till then..
I recognise and appreciate you my Amazon queen.

The Wait

ebiowe — Sun, 05 May 2013 22:06:56 +0000

The windows of tomorrow promise much
But the hour glass of today keeps us from reaching through
Through to anticipated glory,
That pay cheque,
Or a lover’s embrace
But the true reward is in the wait
Garnished with the taste of anxiety
And neatly placed within arms reach is optimism and pessimism
Like salt and pepper you may sprinkle as much as you need
A sweet tooth I am,optimism tastes just fine
Like sugar its high is bound to keep my spirit soaring
Whatever the outcome,I enjoyed the trip
But in this wait a hand is better prepared to receive it’s gift
Scrubbed thoroughly in the virtues of patience and rinsed till the sparkles of appreciation and wisdom envelope them
Wisdom to open the eyes to the true value of common things
Appreciation to teach these two palms how to receive
Without which tomorrows gifts become pearls for the pigs
With eyes of gratitude Love becomes a true blessing only a few find
And her lips,ancient treasure time and weather have caused the earth to give up

Time

ebiowe — Tue, 16 Apr 2013 11:15:54 +0000

Time,the story teller
Your colourful stories cease to find end
Like a pot of soup its bubbling content burns but yet sweet
Stories of possibility and failure
Stories of wars lost only to be won again
Time,the master of change
You hold it by its chain and point it to your fields
With its well seasoned craft and tool it builds anxiety in the heart of its victim
Time,the vessel of wisdom
That those who thirst may find each sip of her content delightful
While the foolish spit out mouths full with faces of disgust the truth seeker finds answer in each gulp
Time,the journey
Through valleys and over mountains
With a map that only shows the start and current location but without destination
Time,that we may be friends and you will be kind to me

A child of hopelessness

ebiowe — Mon, 04 Mar 2013 09:47:50 +0000

Thinking out of this lines
Hoping meaning will peep through
Hoping light will shine
On thoughts that shadowed doom
The anxious mind is lonesome
Finding rest is chasing his own tail
Leaves him turning in circles
With rocky roads his feet blister
Tomorrow promised peace
But at sun rise the cock pronounced it all a lie
New day
Same worries
Empty bellies chorus in anger
As the afternoon sun bakes hearts and dreams into bricks
Politics lied
Religion sinned
Love became a stranger
Because the spirit was to poor to afford it
Beast is all that is left
Bloodshot eyes see through greed and envy
Like cataract
A blindness but has no cure
Madness found nesting
Sitting on eggs of determination
The Nigerian sky
Today is never promised
to steal it,the only way
Bare footed on the burning tar
Alive but residential address Hell
What difference did school ever make
Mother only worked harder to pay for books that never came
The holes in this shorts open a window to more than just a bare bottom
A history of lack
A government that failed
A future denied
And a conscience in grey

Ambitious

ebiowe — Wed, 13 Feb 2013 09:46:09 +0000

I wouldn’t know how not to be me

Shirt over jeans the life of the free is all I seek

My eyes may show no ambition but my heart carries the weight of desire

A desire to be

To do

To create

To speak the language of the one who made me and touched my fingers with his breath

Their tapered tips point to perfection as they feel their way through life

Touching and changing one idea a time

I bear a resemblance to my father

I speaking not of the one of flesh

But the one who first called me son

And in who’s likeness my need for expression Deepens

I’ll get my chance, someday I know

These itching palms testify to it

So does the head which finds no sleep

As anxiety sings a lullaby

The unambitious ambitious,

But then I know my place and keep my desires tamed

Most nights they threaten to burn my temple down

While passing time brings the background music

But for the words he speaks to me

A look upon the cross keeps the venom impotent

And the journey bearable

The picture of love he paints find color with the passing years

Like Moses I learn to take off my sandals and draw closer

That the heat from the burning bush may keep me warm

And its light brighten my path from pits and the creatures that crawl in the dark

Contentment

ebiowe — Wed, 06 Feb 2013 22:19:01 +0000

I find no need to write about love
For she rest here upon my bosom
I resign her apostolate and leave it to those who in loneliness find need to prophesy her presence
My miracle has come
Rather than forerun her I spend time building a dwelling with her

The days of wild locust with nothing but animal skin and an unmatching girdle around my waist have long gone like seasons but never to return

The rich are never idle in talk of money,
Its presence shadows their every step
So are the loved
No more do i find need for sonnets or ballads
My life is made of these
And in my wake are singing birds
While at night my moon is always full

Queen of Hearts

ebiowe — Tue, 08 Jan 2013 11:43:45 +0000

Finally life is kind,
Life is gentle
She’s a lady and in her embrace I feel like her man
The nightmares fade into dreams
Leaving doubt to their existence
Joy paints colours in the sky
And love sings me awake at dawn
Familiar but yet strangers we were
But in wonder I am of how we ever survived each others absence
Truly she be four walls and a weather tight roof
Home was never a place
I choose to believe not
For her kisses and smiles give truth to my assumption
Her waters are gentle
I navigate them without fear and anxiety
To the questioning lips my response is simple
She be the notes to my music
The one who sees me
When all the world saw were my flaws
This nest we build is not of straw but trust
For fate found us and faith will lead us
Her only crime is love
How undeserving I am
I must have pleased God in a previous life for He smiles on me with such radiance that It blinds me
In her I find the wings that give me flight
A reason for courage
Like Michelangelo she transforms my heart into the Sistine Chapel
Onlookers can’t help but stop and stare

John

ebiowe — Mon, 07 Jan 2013 14:33:10 +0000

Forgive me for the time it took to remember you
In words I mean for in my heart you remain alive
Waking up to the physical pain in my chest is all the reminder I need
…I miss you…
But this words have no magic in them and thus can’t reverse time
The world might not remember you
But the space you left in our hearts still remains
Leaving those who love you in wonder..
How tall would you have grown?..
What would you sound like in maturity?..
He would have looked handsome with facial hair..
Who would you have fallen in love with?..at what age and how?
What profession would you have chosen?..
…I just miss you…
My Brother
My kin
My friend
It breaks my heart to forget your laugh and smile
But I remember your spirit and how it felt to call you my brother
The many things I wish I could teach you
And all I wish I could give you while watching your face light up in joy
Your brother is a man now,he earns a living and is in love
She’s amazing,I’m sure you would agree
..He’s trying to figure out life on his own
And believe me,some days its hard
Some days the world is too big and I’m too little
I’m lost in all of its worries and demands
I guess you like me never imagined being a man could be this tough
You were destined to be such an amazing man if only you were here
Always showed signs of greatness and soo much wisdom beyond your years
I promise I’ll be good for both of us
The world is in need of good men
Indeed it lost one of the few on your departure
Sometimes I wish you had visiting days when I could come by just long enough to see your face
But I guess I’ll have to cling onto the virtue of patience
Till we meet again
Nwanem,nodi ofuma…soh chi ma

17/03

ebiowe — Fri, 14 Dec 2012 23:22:14 +0000

I wouldn’t have it any other way
Not a second,minute or hour less..
Not without a single day or word
I would live in Dejavou if need be
For the heart never tires of that which nourishes it
You feed me full with joyful bliss
And in the glare of our tomorrow’s promise and possibilities I squint
Why would I wish it different?
Buried in desert sand you became my oasis
With gentle steps those feet found way into my heart
And I pray they never find cause to leave
For fond has become this heart that has found you
My every being echoes unending hallelujas
As my soul holds out it’s hands to be cuffed
Take me away,
faraway
Let my confines be your heart
With a kiss take me captive
Your prisoner I wilfully submit to be
For freedom without you would mean lost at sea
Who would have known we would walk this road
Each mile is but a few steps
With streams of emotion to quench my thirst and yours
And sparks of affection to light our path at night
Like a snail we carry our home with us
In our hearts and in our hands tightly woven together
Who needs four walls when we have two hearts?
And two mouths that pronounce our love eternal

Opium

ebiowe — Tue, 04 Dec 2012 10:37:08 +0000

The heart has no hiding place in love
Its fruits hang low enough for the picking
The smell of flowers from its garden calls to passers by
music is heard from deep within
Like Eden its Adam pursues all that pleases his Eve
The wings it gives stretch out across miles on both sides
And in flight nothing looks more divine
With a halo over it’s head it pronounces itself chaste
Pure to prejudice
But prone to jealousy
Like a peacock its colours reach out in every direction into a warm embrace
In the spirit of the hippie,all it preaches is Love
Love it’s religion,priest and church
Listen to its music burn in fire and played in tongues
For the first time the eyes perceive smell and the ears see
Emotion defeats logic in a feast fight
All is bright,all is new and pleasantly strange
Mountains loose significance as oceans contest the endless horizon of possibilities
Life has new meaning
Time has lost season
And all is at the mercy of such a violent emotion
A dictator of sorts
That drags its victim away like a thousand wild horses into the sunset
Here is where the purest streams of joy empty like fine win into a glass
Sadness plunges to its death
laughter becomes common language
And tears may be shed,but in joy
Light footed,every step a glide
No other form of levitation could elevate the soul to a purer and higher consciousness