The fall of Homo Sapiens

I keep dreaming of Astral beings

circling the earth’s core

suspended in their orbital hollow UFOs

steering their spaceship into Central America

abolishing all life form around its perimeter

I still suspect Aliens

emitting high-frequency light energies

into galaxies far from our limited views

bottling up the milky way in titanum jars

threatening humanity with each turn of time

I have never heard the wind like that before

or the mangroves speak stillness

From it’s deep bowels,

the earth has sprouted cancerous roots

Left me speechless like never before

The time is coming

the time has come

Time lapses outside my bedroom window

wrapping our psyche in a precise forcefield

like the decadent sycamore tree rooted outside

This is a message to the Earth

the seasons, the canyons and natural elements

how aimless our planet orbits the sun

as Humans poison it’s fertile soil

waiting for when it’s devoid of life form

So listen as the former powerful giant

whimpers in a clam shell

will the earth still be earth?

if the celestial bodies turned away

if the rain refused to seep from the heavens

If she took back everything she gave us

and handed it to the next generation of evolved species

They will excavate our bones

retracing the history of the fall of homo sapiens

A Love above All

Real talk guys.  This week I have been forced to accept the truth about how I love, and I realized that I know even little about love than I thought I did.

Through the word of God, we get an Insight on the love of God, we see how he walks with us and does not discriminate, but most especially we learn about how he forgives us even before we ask, in fact even before we turned away from him, and then we may want to compare it with the conditional, materialistic love that human share. Indeed, we have a long way to go in order to be Christ-like.

As stated in the beginning, I want to keep it real. If holding grudges were a course in school, I would get a A++.  Unfortunately for me, I happen to be really good at it, and this exactly the toxic energy I am trying to rid from my life.  The word of God says; Guard your heart and I hear him whisper to me especially saying; Idara, for your sake, guide your heart. This is no coincidence because anger is a desire of the flesh, and what I do is that I give people three chances of redemption, after the chances are used up, they become dead to me. No matter how deep our friendship is,  I could slowly erase anybody like we didn’t know each other for over fifteen years. I am so good at it and it hurts me so much because that is not the person I want to be anymore.

I want to take an example from my Lord Jesus Christ, this was someone who was persecuted solely because he created the world, and loved his creation. I see God’s amazing love in my life every time because it is in his nature, and if Christ could love me just for being me, then I could love everybody for being themself. Right now, I am in the headspace where I know that  I need to consciously place God’s love over self-love, and flee far far away from unforgiveness, and anger.

At the end of the day, it all boils down to pride, the seed that sprouts stubbornness in my heart. For the most part, I am an extremely sensitive person, so I use pride, or rather pride uses me to make up for it but the truth is, I just want to lay it down at the cross of my saviour, and walk away with nothing attached to me. I need God’s love like I need to breath and I need to love like God, for if not for his love, my life would have been over before it even began.

 

A love above all

Never-ending beauty of renaissance

To err is human,  for forgiveness is divine.

 

Speaking of redemption, the Super eagles came through today at the world cup. Ahmed Musa is the only  Nigerian player with the most goals in world cup history. Let’s keep it up.

 

A Kiss before Friday

Let’s not play this game termed desire

It tires me so

She opens her palm

and in the center of the crease

a form,

translucent, symmetrical

like the dew-drop on a rose petal.

 

I  just want to talk

about how I feel

I’m meant to be somewhere

next to you.

and here you are,

before me.

Maybe there is a God after all.

 

She glances down

her hands, quivering

perhaps shock overwhelms her,

or desire reveals itself?

 

 

Her eyes say

We yearn for the truth

in the most outrageous ways,

but her heart is beguiled

by the insidious tales

of a hopeless romantic.

 

She said,

Let’s get drunk on bourbon

and share a kiss before Friday,

sway with me around the courthouse

like it’s nobody’s business.

Our voices echo

a tone of youthful promises.

 

 

The dance steps of the performer she knew

became the footprints of a stranger

At least we agree

that to love a stranger is one thing

but to live with them is another.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Zenitude

That one over there,

She doesn’t really talk much you know; just sits there, scribbling into that ugly notebook pretending to read meaning into the life’s essence.

There has to be a reason; probably not a good one.

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The sun rays splash across my face, beating me with heat as I lay in my hammock, a smile beaming across my face because my eyes are hidden behind these sunglasses, protected from all these shades.

Never been good at communicating; don’t know it, neither did I learn it. I know; I know, most people don’t learn it, they just inherently develop it innit?

It’s not “forming” as they call it, I am simply a student and  I prefer to observe and study life.If I seem alone and mysterious; It is because I silently reflect; so again I am not being evasive, but simply exploring behavior patterns.People have a fascinating hierarchy in life, however, I chose which subjects fascinates me enough to retain my presence and I simply do not care for others.

That I do not care for a subject is not a  reflection of their being and doesn’t mean a damn thing.It shouldn’t matter because a lot of others would prove to find value in them.

I have a knack for getting into my own head more often than most do.It’s more than a welcome visit; I live here now, my sanctum if you will, but like every other environment, It can get overwhelming.So I constructed these walls to keep the sun out and guard my skin, tending to my sanctum and nursing my sunburns. I reinforced these walls, shield myself from the dysfunctional world and by doing so, I fortify the side of me people simply believe to be, unaffectionate.

Turns out, I have mastered the act of zenitude, yielding from the tree of quiescence, finding an ally in it’s solitude and pure energy.If you’re wondering if it’s worth it, I’ll ask; does skin peel after a sunburn?

In the absolutely uninspired, biased lyrics of Nicki Minaj,”I give zero fucks; and I’ve got zero chill in me”.