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Olasanoye Charles Poems
Fire And The Old
To the fire, To the flame, All things old, And in wane,
Be with me
Cast Away's dream
Ten thousand crosses and ten thousand horses how different are they, power and subjection are one and the same, riches and lack how different they seem
The world was a cold tomb, filled with folk poised to make me grieve, beasts in the sleeves of men bent on my painful demise, those times were a horror those days were a sting i lived through time in my lonely sheath waiting for my being to pass, hoping for a wane to all of the pain. Time was slothful in those days how long a day was, life was a bore and death an escape but then on a fine morning she was.
I am a zero, i am intangible, irrelevant, extraneous that as much you said, when you let me go, when you saw me jump into the valley of love, you might have warned, you might have told me,
Letter To The Foetus
DEAR GUINEVERE, If you find the truth of yourself, if you find a path of the two, take then the one less travelled by, and live your life anew at dawn's break, stand for the truth and be sturdy in your heart. Be true in the tide and never break a heart. Mend hearts instead by being love in all your words and your deeds. Let love make you and i assure you there cannot be a happier soul at journey's end.
Through The Desert
Through the desert he walked, after the portraits he painted were lost, after all the dreams he dreamt were gone, dreams of happiness and of peace, dreams of freedom and of ease. For days and days on end he trod with everything gone but his faithful gun. With all as history he had no present and therefore could fathom no future so he walked across the big broad road just as he had done before, but now with no hope, no noble quest, no life left in his bones only a faithful gun about its host,
Friends and Pimples
Friends are like pimples, Some for a reason, Some for a season, Some for no reason and
How beautiful you were, how infinite was your presence how thoughtless was your splendour. Well until apes became men, maybe mother earth was better with the apes they made no guns and built no tanks they lived in hearty herds and cheerful bands passing their days in playful ecstasy. And one cheerful morn men became a part of this great big cycle they assumed domination over all of creation.
Sitting at the sands of time, poring at the sole custodian of history, true to God and unto itself acceding the blood of men and beasts, men of war and men of peace all brought to dust by their feats. Ever present, always here always watching the deeds of men, ever faithful, ever clear the dust is all and all there is. Is it such a task to think that man and his house are one and the same from dust they both came and to dust they will wane. This is the mystery of the dust everything is one and the same, anima and inanima,
Walk With Me
As I think about what might be, I’m assured by your calm. If this becomes a great mistake of our lives, then undoubtedly, I will have made the most delightful mistake of my life. As I try to gaze into the future, I see frenemies, friends and enemies as they stare at us, I see their distasteful grins as they watch and stare at the script that life has given us, I see them thinking ‘now it’s over, surely she’ll cry, now he’s done for certainly he’ll die’ and as I wonder what you have on your mind,
Despair was my companion in those days, pain was my friend, confoundment was my mate in those times before i found myself, so liberal was his soul, so careless was his gait, so thoughtless was his mime he took all just as it came. Not a worry in the world, not a care in his eyes just a vehement approval of all that plod his path. So much i thought of him, for him nothing was worth the thought, with his smile fitted ever so tightly around his broad face in a grin. So many things i learnt, so many words he said and in those days i would wait just to have him at my side, with his words in my heart, his freedom as mine, i set aside to conquer the world with a whole new pulse.
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Fire And The Old
To the fire,
To the flame,
All things old,
And in wane,
But all things get old,
And all things will wane,
All to the fire,
All to the flame.