A WASTE GROWING UP WASTE

To the stolen world. To the soul of shepherds.To a waste growing up waste. Back in the swing of being lost in heavy wrong you cast aside  tomorrow.  Down by the path to a  market place  we bring rain out of season spread into reason.   We bring seeds. Seeds like flowers in holy virginity about to fall off.  To the stolen world. To the soul of shepherds.  To a waste growing up waste. Back in the swing of being vain, your blind mind decayed beyond decay. Down by the path to a market place we bring rain out of season spread into reason.   We bring seeds. Seeds like flowers in holy virginity about to fall off.   Like a mountain you sat wild. You sang mad from yesterday after yesterday. We saw bowls. We saw roofs. We saw papers.  Then we saw nothing.   You made the sun full of grief. Light on the colours of heaven. Do you not hear the womb cry?

 

Ayo Ayoola-Amale esq.

Muse of Poetic Harmony of Africa.

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Today gave wings to love.

Yesterday we rode the waves. Our breath but a dream.                                                                                                                                                                           Tomorrow sleep covers us. Our tears but a past.                                                                                                                                                                                            Today gave wings to love. – Ayor.

“Today I ‘ve lived……….” – Horace.

Carpe diem!    (“seize the day.”-Horace).                                                                                                                                                                                                               Ayo Ayoola-Amale. copyright2013.

QUIETUDE

Life is a day lived alone. One time alone.                                                                                                                                                                                                  Everyday is today in time present. One time present.                                                                                                                                                                            Everyday of things past, walk our clay feet to sleep.

 

 

by: Ayo Ayoola-Amale

Copyright 2013.

NAKED DUST

I heard your heart smile all over the world and the head woke up .

The dawn felt your steps like the sun.

Footprints lengthen to sky and sea, free to widen to realism.

Naked dust  burst into bloom, to sit on the moon.

Now you are wide like wild  to open up the flow

For something. For nothing. For all things. For everything. For everyone.

At dusk a moment to live the known and unknown.

Being and becoming, the  mind comes to rest in the heart.

To  naked dust. To dust of silence. Screaming never to be heard.

Ayo Ayoola-Amale esq.

Muse of Poetic Harmony in Africa.                                                    Copyright 2013.

ALL OF ONE PEACE

Yesterday wept with us, naked.

Today our grieves die like mist

renewing the little self of selves like soaring light.

Full by growths of humanity,

complete by roots of renewal,

sitting in the fire of dancing light,

tearing down black walls, sitting by desolate streams,

tearing down white walls, sinking into the buried past,

vanishing divisions fluttering wider and wider,

pumping out hate, too deep for tears.

All of one peace.

Yesterday fought the sun to death.

Today lightens our step to eternity,

where breath and works spark into life fearless

soaking in sweet harmony.

Growing within these paths, to nurture the seeds of days

Sitting in the fire of sweet melodies,

that danced into our story

The uncreated is created, golden like the sun.

All of one peace.

Yesterday burst the joy of our breath.

Today we walk the world in steps of oneness,

Pouring love like air in sameness.

Each step, light up love-torch.

Each step a union into a future, whose heart is whole.

Today, I heard a heart

All of one peace.

Yesterday knew wrong like a dead life.

Today our step is a healing stream, whose heart is whole.

To have the world, heart to heart,

To have the world whole.

Today I heard a world,

All of one peace.

Yet I wander like a breaking heart in pleasant places.

– Ayo Ayoola- Amale esq.

Muse of Poetic Harmony  in Africa.                                       copyright 2013.