you can’t exist in the world until the word becomes life living inside of you. @ Ebubechi

CRAVED ANSWER

Never been so sure a while back but now it’s all gone no longer feel it’s presence perhaps ears are not sharp enough to capture sounds just afraid to accept the inevitable can as well wait for it probably a dream what to do when the heart can’t be kept in check out to investigate

BIG “O”

Maybe its a phase, one that will pass too, and the skies will welcome cool breeze again, the glory of the ancient world back to how it use to be, Maybe… We stand a chance to fight the little minions polluting the home we know, the big “O” can still be recovered, spreading purity below,

DESIRE

A desire it was, hunger i thought would know no satisfaction, an organ racing within, bombarded with yearnings for more, where reasons and logic failed faith began that my eyes capturing all it could didn’t know, only desperate to tell a bitter story What if… this is outside the page of the author, maybe creating

LOVE AT LAST

who would have thought I would find love, after my past stories, with foots bruised by thorns and face crushed by the blows of life Who would have thought An arm would stretch and pull the chains around my neck pulling back to my past, after I gave up on humanity divinity embraced me, washed

YOU HAVE A BRAIN

An awful conclusion it is, one without investigation and trial; a sluggard doesn’t plough in season, so at harvest time he looks and finds nothing. Fountain lies within, nothing can go wrong with conscious efforts, shutting down the committee in your head would do more good. Little foxes that ruin the vine, a thief of

BLOOM WITH GRACE

As strong as a cyclone, coercing to say a final good bye to the focus, a point where it all began with just a fusion, the spore is here, an alert for departure, bringing knees down, spring of uncertainties,the nitty gritty of it is to bloom with grace, far away from the home site but

CONSUMED BY REGRET

I have been wanting to leave, it’s strange being an occupant of a hut where my rents are paid in form of torments, my doors diluent to light rays that would have pulled me out of the clutches of my selfish landlord. I find myself walking to the gate everytime a ray of light hits

CRADLE TO GRAVE

Single is apportioned, no allele, one alone chained to a task, preparing for a future that lies in wait, tears can’t avert our greatest truth, like a breath of hand it is, why land on a soil only to grow thorns when the limit wasn’t told. A mist that appears for a little while and

COMFORT

Comfort has been your watchword even in situations that appears not to be, relationship the channel you use to display your love and beauty, bringing together two different entity, coexistence for life to be as supposed, needs are met, assistance given, continuation of life, everything boiling down to comfort. Algae and fungi in lichen giving