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Monday, June 4, 2018

Contemplation on the Odu Obara Odi (obara idi)

Let go of someday
Embrace today
Lest you find yourself
Trapped in a room
Stacked floor to ceiling with
Unfinished plans
Unable to find the door
To your own freedom

Friday, January 26, 2018

Contemplation on the Odu Owonrin Osa (oworin osa)

My fingers won't move
My mind has
Run out of ink
Each scrap of paper
Disintegrates in my hands
Soggy and wet
Today I am unable to
Capture my thoughts
Like so many
Specks of dust
Drifting through the morning's
Filtered light
Every movement
Sends them swirling into a
Frenzied dance
Only in complete stillness
Will they find their
State of rest
Covering my world
Like ash after an eruption
This new canvas
Born from the post storm quietude
Gives me the freedom to create 
A cursive of negative space
Revealing thoughts
Newly formed
Born from

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