Inked Tongue

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.