Love Can Now See; He Wants Everything.

"Bouquet' by an unknown artist

Love is not blind anymore;
I worry about the things he can see.
He does not want to talk some more;
he wants me in bed on three.
I consciously mask my imperfections
so he’ll choose and stay with me.
He says my boobs and butt are small;
I think about increasing them by three.
Our boat is on rough seas
but all he wants to do is flee.

He says he wants freedom, 
and she’s not me.

Requited lust.
Unrequited love.
It’s interesting how the lines between love and lust have been skewed.

I’ve Carried Me for Years, My Darling


“Two Eggs (violet)” by Tom Gregg

In a world were most of us, eggs,
have been taken away from our innocence,
removed from the bosoms of our mothers,
placed outside our crates
and forced to harden up,
I want to remain as I am, as I was,
in this terribly hot conditions.
Why don’t you remain raw with me, my darling?

Although we’ve been terribly hurt,
I’ll roll to you,
and you’ll roll to me,
and when we do,
we’ll close our eyes and
swim in each other’s insides,
roll in each other’s albumen,
bungee jump on each other’s yolks.

Do you remember how you felt
the first time you were in love?
I beg you to let me love you.
I’m not going to hurt you;
I don’t want to.
Look into my eyes.
Can’t you tell that I terribly love you?
Why don’t you be vulnerable too?


Let’s Be Friends

Max Ginsburg: The Friends

Max Ginsburg: The Friends

I sincerely, deeply care about you;
I want to always be here, and there, for you.
In this world, where good friends are few,
I want to make this new experience true.
I want you to know, that I really do love you.


He’s Commitment Phobic

Primavera, 24x24, oil on panel

Primavera, 24×24, oil on panel by Richard J Demato

He dug so perfectly well
and worked very hard,
but as soon as he came to the water of life,
he went from being so good
to being very bad.
He took to his heels as fast as he could,
and lost the nourishment that all
his work was supposed to bring.
Isn’t it unfortunate that a well-digger is dying of thirst
because of his fear of water?

Brief Analysis: When a man hops from woman to woman, he lives a very empty, unfulfilled life. “Digging through a well” is used as a metaphor for having sex in this short poem. It’d be silly, of course, or stupid, to think that is all a woman- a whole magnificent being- is good for. If you are lucky enough to get a woman who loves you and is willing to be and stay with you, it’d be unfortunate to not appreciate that, and recognize that with her by your side, there is nothing you can’t do.

Opposites Attract

Even though it’s odd,
you are the only one
that I want two be with.
You’re the one I want to threet right;
the one I want to live four.


Roses Die

Women who talk back when they are spoken down to are “mannerless”;
they have “bad attitudes”.
Men who don’t talk back when they are spoken down to are “morons and retards”.

She served him dutifully because she wanted to; most importantly, because she was led to. It was the Lord who led her. Now, her psychic friends say it was some karmic obligation she had to fulfill, or some shit. Whatever. She had a “very good attitude” then. “imeyatekcorawulo”, wasn’t it? 

It was a very undefined relationship, extremely confusing. Today, they’re sexting; tomorrow, they are just friends- siblings in the Lord. He never wanted to talk about what they were, His Royal Highness, The “Dawonlopoloru” of Mind Game Kingdom the third. 

It’s her 21st birthday and she asks, “if I lived in the same country as you, you would take me out and buy me a meal for my birthday, wouldn’t you?” He says “no”. She gasps. “Well, why not?” “Why would I? Yen yen yen yen yen yen yen.” She’s upset. “I would do everything I can to make this man happy, and he wouldn’t even buy me a meal on my birthday if he could. I’m not even worthy of a plate of rice.” “Aye le, aye ma le, oro aye yi, otoju sumi.” It’s a wicked world we live in.

She’s getting even more upset. She says, “it’s not about your money. I would buy myself a meal. Don’t flatter yourself. I just wanted to feel that you cared about me. Yen yen yen yen yen.”

He snaps. The egoistic, ungrateful man writes a whole fucking epistle on how rude and bad mannered she had been to him. It’s funny how bad-mannered men can’t stand bad manners. He says he is done with her, talks about reporting her to his parents. What is he? Two?

She begs. She doesn’t know what she’s worth. She says “okay, forget the meal and everything else I said because I was hurt, I’m sorry. For two years, we’ve been in this ordinary friendship [cough cough] and you want to just leave. The devil (that’s you, moron) is about to scatter all we have (’cause of your immaturity).” He doesn’t listen. She cries, attempts suicide, cries again, doesn’t eat for days, then overeats, but she heals, quickly and fiercely. They haven’t spoken since. 

Oya came in to scatter and rebuild her life. “Eepa e!” Osun came to cook and decorate. “Iyalooode!” He was stinking the whole place out. Good riddance!


Does The Devil Have a Devil?

I wonder if the devil has a devil.
I wonder if the devil’s devil has made him a devil
so he can make us little devils.

We know that sin got into the earth through the devil, at least that is what we are taught, but I’ve always wondered how sin got into Heaven. Pride, arrogance and covetousness were the first few wrongs that Lucifer committed, and there was no mention of another Lucifer who tempted them. [Those who have seen the devil [how?] claim that he, or she, or neither, looks androgynous; that is a discussion for another day, or maybe not.] 

Maybe all beings are inherently imperfect or sinful. The devil may be present to aid and abet [how?] but if you don’t want to jump down from the top of the building, he won’t push you. Claiming that the devil made you do this or that is a form of “sociopathy”. That’s why religion makes pretenders out of people; I may be wrong. We bind and cast the devil for encouraging us to eat the fruit, but we don’t bind and cast ourselves, because we can’t. We ask for forgiveness when we think we’ve broken one of God’s laws without really understanding how what we’ve done is wrong. If we thought it was wrong, we wouldn’t have done it in the first place, but our very selves didn’t see anything wrong with it. We enjoyed it. Think about it; it’s a ‘good versus evil’ morality thing.

God put the forbidden fruit there. I have always wondered why- if you don’t want them to touch it, don’t put it there- but we as human beings aren’t supposed to think about things like that. Eve probably ate it so she could blame the devil, and she gave it to her man, not just because it tasted good but she knew it wouldn’t just be her that’d be affected by the consequences. She probably didn’t think about eating it only when the devil told her to; she was only waiting for the right time. Who says Adam wasn’t eyeing the tree too? Now that he had two entities to share the consequences with, he ate the fruit without much ado. That’s about as human and sinful as it can get.  The devil didn’t need to whisper in Adam’s ears before he ate it, before he sinned.

Do I know where I’m going with all these? No. What I’m saying is that it’s pretty natural for us to commit wrongs; the devil only points our attention to the ‘sin’ if we haven’t already noticed it. The sin is committed by us. We shouldn’t separate our selves from ourselves and begin to hold divine expectations for ourselves. It is pretty natural to have human desires because that is what we still are, although it becomes far more restrained when we seek to only pursue the things that God finds honourable. We don’t suddenly become spirits when we pledge our allegiance to God. 

I guess that’s why David quickly became a man after God’s heart, and he wasn’t even a High Priest. He cut the “Satan made me do it” bullshit. He knew he wanted Bathsheba. Religion shouldn’t make us distance ourselves from our selves, so much so that we begin to judge others for being human.

The devil did not make you do it; at most he encouraged you, but you did it. Whether or not you are sorry for doing it, or you feel you need to be sorry, is up to you and God. Stating that any natural, human feeling you have after surrendering to God (that could lead to sin) is of the devil is a lie. 



Flaw /flô/
meaning: (of an imperfection) mar, weaken, or invalidate (something)

It must be very hard to be a flower;
I know it, my darling.
You want to be adored very much,
but all that comes with fear-
fear of maltreatment and neglect
and decay and death.


My Armour Won’t Shine Forever

My armour won’t shine forever;
will I still be your knight?
I’m going to try my very best
to be as good as I can be,
but you will see me naked,
and know all there is to me.
It won’t be pleasant always;
there won’t always be light.
I know you love me today
but will you love me at night?


Every Buddy

Everybody deserves a loyal buddy.