Butterflies pounding on the walls of my stomach My heart beat rises , but my voice grows lighter The light coming into my soul seems darkened by the sadness of my heart My eyes are drenched with liquid sorrow as my pulse drops Left in the lurch : deserted but not abandoned for gloom still […]
Catenaccio ‘Bolted door’ Read Post »
When the signal seems so far away and the answers we seek are not received When the road followed brings men closer to the past rather than the future We are lost to reason and start to communicate with doubt We are appraised by our unbelief and ushered into a house of illusions The days
Walk though me, step inside my head but for a moment,see and take the stairs leading down to my heart Knock on the door of my conscience, follow the Rythem of my breathing Search through my memory banks, click restore Give me back all that I have lost or deleted , Backup my files up,
Over the Years I have looked up to men from my lowly position of boy but from that stead another looked with me and his name Nnamdi Ehirim Opeyemi . He is a friend , brother and most importantly a compatriot. I have searched for words to express my distaste and disdain for the events
Try A Little Tenderness?” Read Post »
