Inked Tongue

George: Before the advent of technology, I was Before the first ticking of time, I was Before the sun befriended the moon, I was I am the bridge between the sage and the ignorant I am the living spring that quenches the thirst of the people of Zayon. I am the myth that storms your heart. I am the Sun God Owner of the sky and maker of realms of men. Eminibabababanla. So I course through your veins without your permission I travel far and wide to get you succour I come back weary still wanting to please you. I am overwhelming like a flood but I am soothing like water to that man in Sahara. Come forth and give me a hug You actually do need it than I do. Forget your torments and cast your worries aside says the one from Salem. Eminibabababanla. Olumide: What is the world without light Who is a sniper without his sight What is the world without my might It would be in shambles of finite height I am a god in every regard Unsullied,Unseen,Commander of the brigade I kno...

He takes the pain So deep he takes it. He feels Every thing she feels yet he takes it. Is love evil? Or blind? Or much? Tell me your price I will pay. But my question it what shall you render in return? I am constantly burning for you. Baby do you remember all what I took for you? Quench me right now. You already know that you light up my faya and quench my thirst. GIVE ME MY COOL STUFF. Moni ko farabale. A yoruba poetry.

I am singing a song o. This song could have been sung before by a primitive me. I can't really remember. %Radially he descends His light is bright and sharp ARA. He drinks magma for Henessy He journies the world to find his lost love with a Johnny walker energy. Constantly holding his lantern, struggling to keep his balance. To hold his peace. His last bath was in Antarctica, just before he came to Africa for pleasure. His beauty is forever a mystery Steadily attracting all folks to his person. Did you know that he holds his tongue with his incissors teeth to keep him from spitting fire sometimes? He defends his lovers He kills his enemies just to save them from themselves. OLUKOSO %His style is dynamic, his fashion is striking with an eccentric build. Forever a transformer. ___Eston sips his icetea.

At first there was no fire Just quiet just peace just still And suddenly Let there be light We were enjoying the beauty and the peace of the dark. The light became the judge The light became his eyes We hated it. We vowed to quench it. But we possess the fire in us. To quench it is to quench us. INA LANI. Oh we now bath with fire. Light has come to terms with us. It might not tomorrow. Let's hope for peace. GBÌNÁ GBÌNÁ

Gracefully she ascends and descends The sound of her dance is smooth and sympathetic. WOTA a divergent WOTA a player WOTA a fearless warrior WOTA a reckless lover WOTA a confused romantic WOTA a mother to Life WOTA a soul to Love Without shape she goes. Her form cannot be trusted Still her opinion can not be taken for granted. She mimicks her environment. She adapts. Hard soft smooth hot cold sharp life death black white. She is Resilient but jealous. Love caused her pain. But her pain never overshadowed her motherhood. Forever ready to tend to her children. WOTA. Subtract OTA(enemy) from her you get double you. Your Bipersonality is reflected in her. You fight her at the detriment of your own sanity. At your own death.

Our love was made for movie screens. Just like kodaline said. It was a pretty evening, expectations all flying in the air with a sweet atmosphere of bliss that I found myself cruising on the waves of her looks. It was not love at first sight because it wasn't the first time to behold her. But this time she looked electrifying calm as she walked towards me. What a siren! I felt my heart racing in my thorax and when she spoke I was amazed for a funny fact that her voice had a subtle baritone that didn't seem to fit her looks. Her smile projected the divine works of nature. I embraced her and she took a piece of me - I took her home, straight to my heart. Time grew wings, so did she...so beautiful a butterfly could get jealous. She wants to take a flight with time. I help her. Our love was made for movie screens. The scripts flipped.

I have for too long questioned my purpose and every ideology that has been passed down to me. So much that it has caused me to start to tilt back and forth with my beliefs and my core values. I am held down by my society, tamed by my religion, silenced by my government, restrained by my culture and vilified by my opposite sex. Now I constantly struggle with the waves of my fears and emotions, too scared that my views will be held against my throat and legs. So I succumb. I rather confide in pen and papers knowing that at least my handwriting will be significant on these pages and hoping that I will run wild on the fields of freedom...Such hope is useless without these people knowing the content of my books. To escape this confines and bondage I had to write publicly these wrongs. In bold letters I did, without shame I did; and it came with its cost. Self inflicted? yes. Excruciating? Yes. But it was worth it. Now I can see the world from a better perspective and live a life.

...Yes Give me a new flavour this time, probably something that will knock me out of my five senses and cause my tract to rebel against it's bizarre chilled effect. Give me a scoop of mixed feelings, something that will hit right like schiz. Add a scoop of ecstasy, this groove should be worth the while.. Nothing should be compared to what is about to hit me. Let this daze be the first of its kind.. let it sweep away all the pieces of the version of this heart that once knew her.. Give me a scoop of amnesia, please hurry up I can't wait to empty myself of this memories that make me cranky. Halsey please Give me 3 scoops of chilling and a potent antidote for falling in love.

Don't run away with my heart Don't let this tears wash the earth Because time will cease to move And the rain will feel replaced Give me something to hold onto Even if it is a thin line of memory Because the wind is blowing me away Just like ashes scattered in the bay I close my eyes, I close my eyes Tight enough to hold you in my head Wishing I could go back in time To mend my broken ways I pinch myself, I pinch myself Quite enough to feel it in my heart May be if I went back in time My heart won't be breaking like unleavened bread.

I'm on that line right now, trying to find balance. Yes I'm on that line between pleasure and pain that I don't want to fall to neither of the sides. The things I feel recently are nothing but fantasies. With an unclear mind and a spinning head I dive into action, typically like blind gamble. This blind gamble seem to have put me in a tight corner, I'm at gun point, my decision aiming at me with pain in her eyes and a temper out of leash. She looks straight into my eyes and ask, "why did you make me if you weren't sure about me"? I'm trying to explain but my throat is mysteriously dry and my tongue seems tied, and to be honest I'm scared she'll pull the trigger before I get to explain to her how magical the thought of bringing her into existence was.., how beautiful it felt when I explained her concept to my friends. I am even more scared that I might not be able to explain how sorry I am. Hoping she can read my mind I look straight into her...

   Definitely we all have felt the urge to do something we're definitely sure we'd regret at the end. But we do it anyway because of experimental youthful instincts or May be out of insatisfaction. But who cares? At least you're getting a chance to have your feel of the experience, the dark sensation.    Yes of course it feels cool on the start and you feel you can control yourself at any time. So it always seems.     I went into that hole out of boredom with a touch of experiment. I did not just go in directly, I played at the brim.. I am sure I heard captivating sounds from inside the hole that seemed to be calling to me. I honestly would say that I felt drawn by these sounds that I found myself crawling down this hole, It was apparently catchy and the sounds became more audible. It gave me a feel of ecstasy and a dose of calm. I felt relaxed, seemed better than home to me.. I felt more of this appealing vibe oozing from far within but I stopped an...

    The sunflower is the Son of the Sun(Oorun) birthed by the Earth(Aiye)...Basically Sun climaxed and rained down on the Earth, and the Earth conceived...(laughs)You didn't have to know that. What you should know is sunflower grew so well in royal blood, You would see him Royally apparelled with bright daisy hair and petaled skin standing tall amongst his mates and basking under the rays of his Father. He had all he craved for except the touch of Eros(Ife). He always felt incomplete and desolate, Eros was moved by his plight and decided to send him a delight. Out of Eros' palm flew out the most beautiful of all creatures, Butterfly, she was called. I heard you could see your dream come through in her eyes and she flies with blazing wings warming every where she rests on. She flew down only to perch on the sunflower, he instantly fell in love and he held onto her promising that to her alone will his nectar be. The bees and all of the other maidens grumbled in en...

     It gets crazy, it gets crazy, yes it does. I mean it gets scary pretty much so as to cause the thighs to tremble, my hand to tremor and my ear tips to twitch. Feeling like that suspended mass of cellophane in the sky, flying against her will, pushed around by the force of the wind. The storm approaches.... How long will i keep running for shelter, I thought I found fulfilment but no it was basically a piece of consolation price I designed for myself. I still feel it, I still feel it, in this so called peace or piece of fulfilment. I still feel it, the burning desire, the uproaring voice of the persona within me raging for freedom, clamouring and crying for the grace to be utilised. Chains so strong, from all around me I am bound. By their opinion, I am bound. By friends bound, by family bound, by religion bound, By me, most imperatively, bound. But really though I am a ghost, bound because I didn't know I am. The storm approaches, fire brewing in its axis. ...

   It takes two to tango but we can't from this angle so girl give it all to me cus there is nothing I can't handle. Listen to the words that I speak and let them slash the peak of your feelings because apparently they're too high... and just in case you've forgotten, I am here to remind you that I am the hunter and the sportsman. Give it all to me, there is nothing I can't handle? (Laughs) No, I'm taking all you gat and there is nothing that you can do.  The hunter and the sportsman? Yes, I take your type for game, you're my target, you're my goal and my very own hobby is to chase and Catch you and use you and I don't even need to stress cus soon enough you'll be caught up in your feelings (laughs) for me... cus as a veteran scientist, I will make you fall in love with the chemistry you'll see until you end up being my lab rat for the success of future experiments. Oh Darling, you deserve the world and everything in it but it...

  You know that feeling, a seeming rush of adrenaline that hits you when you first experience something so intricately mind blowing capable of causing you to jones. Such things..hmm such things like love. Now I know, as soon as I said love, your mind immediately went to that romantic type of good sweet loving. Well maybe that is what I am talking about, maybe not... but any way, it is in this feeling that I am crawling right now. Don't get it twisted, see, crawling for me means I still don't want to let go but I am just not willing to walk things down the aisle or run shit around.... so I am crawling. Hoping that soon enough a more refined dose of same initial adrenaline will hit me bluntly, sharp enough to strike through my spines causing me to jerk up from my levity and question my reason for crawling. Of course I wouldn't be crawling for nothing. My interest was so tightly locked in my grip and intertwined, interwoven with her very core, knotted with her heart fr...

  Have you ever felt like something that is yours isn't technically yours.....? Ok what I mean is your name might have been ascribed to something, a title has been given to you over the ownership of something but still deep down you feel and sometimes are even convinced that it isn't yours. If yes then... ...Congrats, you are a victim of NOMINAL OWNERSHIP. Nominal-Name, Ownership-state of being in possession. To be a owner these days is really a whole lot of burden, you have to own it and keep owning it. You have to restrict this personal entity of yours so much as to convince yourself that it's attention and utility is directed to you alone. Definitely, better versions of persons will try to own what you own until you start getting a glimpse of the Nominal Ownership Syndrome(NOS)😂 or in worse case, drown in it completely. For example, Take a look at some relationships, He owns her but don't own her. More of like his name is just ascribed to...

     It still feels like a dream that she would for any reason at all consider calling my phone...the ring had my heart beeping...in that moment, I looked up to the fantasy dripping down on me, to a sharp rush of chills that will run through my body. Fast forward damn... There my door opens slowly just to usher in an agent of myocardial infarction an arrow of Cupid and because I knew what she was, I readily gave my heart to the stake surrendering to her blazing fire and brandishing swords. Like polar ends of a magnet we got fused, I still forget the fusion process but within this seemingly dim light I hear her breath moaning softly under mine with soft tender melody playing from the boombox, our chemical reaction only got catalysed. My hand brushing down her mirror-fine skin as my eyelashes caress her cheek just to share the warmest and most magical of kisses, i could swear that magic found its home within those lips of hers, her soft moan and reaction filled ...

Flipping through the mid pages of this book I realized that I have really not gotten any message so far and it's scary because time is ticking and taking all of my strength away. And recently, I feel this emptiness in my mind enabling that voice to echo with those same words that shatter my identity causing my morale to flicker and weakening my resolve to concentrate. How on earth do I keep up with this pressure being exerted from every angle of my stand? My moods are tired of swinging from the edges of their opinion, my views are tired of changing based on their validation. My eyelids are getting weak, slowly closing; giving up has never been this sexy. Blaming others has never been this seductive, swimming in self pity seems like the only way to avoid drowning in reality. The Reality and it's waves, how did I get to this page? I'm lost with fading memories of how I got here. I can only for a short while bear this agony of not being significant. Yes that's how I fee...

     Coughs, coughs, coughs... I will forever inject my vessels with these chemicals extracted from this rare breed of obsession until I find a far potent chemistry...one enough to constantly initiate a continuos tap tap effect on my feet and put me on a leash but also on a verge of addiction. CUFFS. I was the flowing water, quenching the thirst of distal and neighbouring lands with my outlets until you damed me. CUFFS. I was the mad scientist constantly experimenting on models of you..until you blew out of proportion and crawled through my tract to my lungs COUGHS. I was the puppetmaster with schemingly free hands creatively making fun basically until you came through CUFFS. I feel too restricted to constantly knot with just one end of a sleeve until you replaced that end and used your CUFFS. I knew from the start that I had struggles adjusting to this new predicament which you have put me in but as time held me down, I began to enjoy this position, this condition, th...

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