MY DAY

Dead in soul alive in body,
I summon tears that just don't fall,
Happy times I retrieve from memory,
But sadness causes my mind to stall.
Slowly my skin begins to burn,
For rage boils my blood in my veins,
My soul is ash and my body an urn,
Down the drain I'm flushed by the rains.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

RAPED SOUL

Day by day was I lured to play,

Led up the stairs of the sinful tower,

Locked away for the dragons to slay,

The events were unfortunately sour.

They hovered above me like vultures,

As though I were a bloody carcass,

Fingers carving my manhood like sculptors,

In the presence of this unholy corpus.

I was raped not only in body,

but also in mind of innocence,

For they made sleeping with me a hobby,

forever this damage must I embrace.

I suffered this harm for so long,

And ask myself what I did wrong.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

IF TOMORROW

If tomorrow I depart this world,
Let no man shed tears for me,
For they are like heated water,
Turned only to vapour which vanishes.
 
I shed my body for a butterfly’s coat,
Fluttering gracefully to heaven’s gate,
I wonder what this life is really worth,
breath snipped like thread off a cloak.
 
They say to accept death's intrusion,
rudely taking loved ones from us,
I say protest against this injustice,
that robs us of our happiness.
 
We are trapped within this nest in a cage,
Faced only with the reality of life’s futility.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2016

POINTLESS LIFE

Tick tok tick tok the

clock of life is turned on

Then tick tok it goes off.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

SPIRIT OF PHILOSOPHY

Alcoholics are great philosophers. Like in the beginning of the world, wine makes the head void of sense, and from the nonsense uttered is sense derived. For alcoholics are great philosophers. When one requires the truth, a drunken man is the best source for this. When fair judgement is required, a man whose soul is devoured by bottled spirits, passes wise counsel like King Solomon. This is because alcoholics are great philosophers. The sincerest of men is he whose mind is clouded by rum, for he speaketh his mind, and hides not his thoughts. This is because alcoholics are great philosophers.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

OLUWAKEMI

These words dance to the movement of my hand,
Feelings of immense love illuminate the paper,
Though thousand's of miles away from my land,
My heart is home so my morals do not taper.

Today is the birthday of someone special,
A woman who shaped me into who I am,
She but deserves the grandest medal,
Happiness gushes through my veins, as does water a fallen dam.

This woman is my own mother,
My first wife and closest friend,
And for you this day I render a prayer,
That happiness in your life shall know no end.

A woman of such unequalled beauty,
I love you very much Mrs. Oluwakemi.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

NIGHT

The night is dark,
Pitch black like the devil,
Filled with the smell of death,
Men without conscience lurk in the ditch,
In life we all have dark times,
Times of sadness, heartbreak and strife,
But the fall of night brings the rise of day,
Filled with the smell of honey and pines,
Bright and glistening like a baby's smile,
The day is light.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

DOOR OF OPPORTUNITY

Forcefully shut door,
shall I be blamed for breaking
you or am I right?

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

THE CORONER

A half-eaten piece of cookie consumed the sun,
With the sky stained by silver glitter,
In the wake of dark is this story of mine spun,
I warn you, brace yourselves for it will make you quiver.
 
My tale begins in a quiet London neighbourhood,
About a man who went by the name Jonathan,
Although a Coroner by means of livelihood,
one could say in every sense he was a Metropolitan.
 
I have dinner with a fascinating lady tonight,
Where shall this be taking place I asked,
In the frosty silence of my chambers for her delight,
Filled with wine I did not suspect his words were masked.
 
Little did I know that his mind was in warps,
His chambers the morgue, and his lady a corpse.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

HEAVEN

I seldom dream of
heavens roads covered in gold.
In all its glory.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

ELLA

I walked slowly down the school hallway,
Taunted by the demons inside of my head,
As my soul away from my body it began to stray,
Little did I know where I was being lead.

I came upon a lady possessing a divine structure,
Her waist looked so delicate as the curves of a wine glass,
I feared from a simple touch her hip could I fracture,
At that moment she had become my class.

Her long braids danced seductively on her back,
with skin so smooth looked richer than Swiss chocolate,
I dreamed of kissing her with hands firmly around her neck,
I wondered if this was just luck or fate.

Who was this maiden fairer than Cinderella?
One who simply went by the name Ella.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE?

It was a dark and windy night,
The moon reared up its useless head,
providing the earth dwellers little sight,
A night which brought this shame I cannot shed.

My thoughts had kept me awake that hour,
but the crickets only distracted me with their incessant chirping,
Then all at once their voices were made lour,
As though the bells of death were ringing.

They broke down the steel door,
He advanced towards me and caressed by breast,
Tears flowing down my eyes he lowered me to the floor,
Violent clips roll in my mind I cannot say the rest.

To my head he pointed his gun,
So now I ask, what would you have done?

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

STEPHANIE

We met in the most embarrassing of circumstances,
on a quiet chilly autumn night,
Devoid of sense did I towards her make advances,
her face did I not see for illumination was provided by the moonlight.

Yet the curves of her hips tore through the darkness,
and my heart did beat like a thousand drums,
for her beauty that moment became my weakness,
as the oxygen was replaced by oxytocin in my lungs.

My blood was intoxicated by wine,
her fingers through my hair sent me to sleep steadily,
I worshipped her like a deity in the Shrine,
And this goddess was named Stephanie.

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015

LOVESICKNESS

To be in love is merely a madness,
and to hate is a sign of sanity. 

For hatred gives consciousness of mind,
while love simply robs one of one’s senses.

When one hates, one is aware of reality,
but while in love is flung into utopia.

Cupid is the devil swapping his pitchfork for a bow,
and possesses your mind with this destructive disease.

You become a prisoner to your own mind,
and your heart the warden, wielding keys to the shackles by which you are held.

Love is a war whose end is ever so bloody,
a war for the strong and not the meek.

There is no such thing as true love,
that was expelled to the seabed alongside the Titanic.


Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2015