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Monday, December 4, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu Oyekun Meji

The afternoon light fills the room with
Warmth on this cold fall day
Melts my brain like
Fondue on crunchy bread
Dripping my feelings onto the paper below
I enter the temple of the word
Heading straight for the
Confessional of a thousand pages
Baring my soul for all to
Looking for
My contrition
A communion of paper and pen
Transpiring over and over again
Until there is nothing left but
So I might rise again
More hopeful 
Full of

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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu Ogunda Oworin

I am angry
I am incredibly angry
I am unclear why
I am unclear at whom
Yet still
I am angry
This anger lives with me
Like dog shit under my shoe
I stepped in it
Probably more than once
Though I’m unclear when it happened
No matter how I try
I can’t seem to scrape it off
So I keep walking
The smell following me
Reminding me how angry I’ve become
Maybe it was the hundredth time I was told
Perhaps it coincided with that loss of whatever
Semblance of control I had over my
I understand you
I know why you
Opened the door to that
Filled with anger
Blinded by rage
Seething with hatred
You wanted to let it loose
You wanted to make them feel
Like you feel
Maybe that would give you back
Some of your power
Problem is
When you light a fire
You have no idea where the
Wind will blow tomorrow
Like monsters
Are pretty unpredictable
More likely than not you’ll end up
Engulfed in flames
Or eaten by the monster you
Let in
Before you decide to
Unleash the beast
Sit in silence
Channel your rage
Focus yourself before the fires
Consume you
Side note
To you other folks who claim the
Moral high road
You too are
Feeding the beast
Instead of freezing up or
Building an impenetrable wall
When faced with the fury
Try listening
Try asking questions
Try understanding
You might find that
If you can dilute the poison
It can no longer kill the 
Spirit it targets

Friday, October 27, 2017

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Monday, October 23, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu - Ofun Obara -

We all have days where
No cave is deep enough
No crowd is large enough
No forest is remote enough
To hide us from the world
Let alone ourselves
Foot firmly in mouth
Hand in honey pot
Action before thought
Or worse
Thought then action
We're left standing
With only our stupidity to clothe us
Slowly but with steady hand
We can weave new clothes
From the strands of wisdom
Scattered about our heads
So we might regain some modicum of respect
For others
And most importantly
For ourselves

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu Oyekun Ika (oyekun bika)

These are brutal times
These are terrifying times
These are times like no other
Scream the oppressed from the minarets of their mind
Only to wake up moments later
Alone in bed
Face buried in pillow
Crying to an audience of one
Nothing changed
Each generation's downtrodden
Fills the oceans of despair with their tears
A painting drawn over and over again
Each time with new faces and backdrops
Different yet oddly similar
When viewed from a distance
Eyes blurred
The mind sees our problems
Remain unchanged
The strange irony is that
More often than not the powerless
When given power
Act very much like the oppressors they
Fought just days before
There is not a single one
Among us
Who has not given in to the temptation of
It is sadly
In fact I would wager many of you are
Right now
Judging me for these words
Change is not made in
Change is made in
Don’t for a second think you are
Better than your oppressors
They too were children once
Suckling on their mother’s breast
We can only do this together
We will only survive by
Recognizing the demons that
Live within us all
Remaining vigilant in keeping them at bay
Always thinking to ourselves
There but for the grace of Luck go I

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Contemplation on Odi Meji

Sometimes our choices
Weigh upon our hearts
Like a dense fog
Settling on a desolate midnight road
Usually there's nothing to do but
March forward knowing
Night turns to day
Inevitably allowing the sun to
Burn through

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu Odi Ika ( Idi Ika )

I’m not happy knowing
You’ve simply read my words
It doesn’t give me pleasure if
You skimmed a passage or two
I won’t feel accomplished because
You’ve heard about my work
That means
I want each line to
Punch you in the gut and
Knock the wind out of you
Leaving you gasping for more
I want my ideas to
Rip apart your reality and
Litter your world with crushed beliefs
Forcing you to rebuild your mind 
Brick by brick
I want these visions to
Release you from the jail of your existence
Leaving you free to breathe truth
So deeply your lungs burn and
Tears stream from your eyes
Is just another word for
Assumes you need to be
Isn’t just a passing state
It’s how you should feel
Every moment
Climb your mountain
Reach the top
Scream to the world