Time passes,
and it is for a good reason,
that we, once best of friends, are now strangers.
it is for growth mamseib,
growth.
a chance for a new experience
having reincarnated from another.
Stranger,
both showcasing attributes of our innermost truth
truth, the one that incessantly whispered beauty of disunity
let strangeness flourish!
We dream despite the risk of death,
The sudden death that comes without warning.
Dreams keep us alive
We dream because,
Dream is the foundation for the next world.
We reincarnate to live it
Why we dream
this journey,
takes me to many places
enchanted, forgotten
destroyed, renewed
parched,
wet
dry
but the lake, the lake is where the calm is.
one last look at the shore,
one last look at the horizon,
one last feeble memory of a kiss,
from a girl by the lake shore, a stranger
Sex.
we are just passing by,
taught to hold on by the greed from the soul,
‘greed is taught’, love isn’t’
love is natural.
every enjoyment is always the last,
breathe deeply,
swallow hard,
this is one last time.
My heart beats not for lust,
My heart beats for fear.
Fear of the strange man,
Who might throw a knife, suddenly
Fear of the woman,
Who might turn me in to the cops after confession
Fear of the sudden failure of performance
Anxiety grips my loins,
Like a leopard on an antelope’s neck.
stifling blood flow
Limp, dead.
Wife packs her cloths,
She deserts!
My woman is gone – Bob Marley
Tonight,
I wake up in a new world.
There’s no darkness beyond earth,
Only light.
The flimsy dream had ended,
and there’s was no way back
Once the scales, from eyes, fall,
The judgement is eternal
Reality unending
It’s just a woman,
A fully grown one,
Nothing to worship here.
Her beauty,
Is for my consumption
The attraction is meant for me to feel the need to procreate
Life has so many teachers,
A million feelings,
But the body, restricted to the core.
They say the spirit is free,
Yet, nothing is original as soon as it is named.
‘Yahweh’!
Don’t mention it.
Preserve the sanctity of the one God!
Infinity is emptiness,
It is nothingness
It is silence
The three best teachers,
None can teach better than these.
Embrace them with your soul.
Silence
Everyone considers what they think as reality,
No doubt.
It is as it is
Reality are shadows of thoughts.
Truth in essence is that which is part of consciousness in a person.
Do you copy?
Are you lost?
Dig this.
In your thinking, when everything is still,
that’s you.
Do you think about loss or abundance?
Do you even see anything?
Feelings of emptiness are great friends.
Pain is what makes life worthy
The beauty of an unknown territory
Waking up a million nerve cells in cataclysmic opposites.
Beautiful!
When they pray for you
It isn’t something from outside that changes
It is the pain inside that transforms, in remembrance of all pains?
Millions of it since time started
The numbness to repeated pain is the award
A victory of gods, a sudden boredom of entry into a new world,
Pain is beautiful
Pain is growth
Pain is enlightening
Heaven is full of pain
In September 2019, Ekoroi blog was born with the confusing taglines, ‘visibility is key’ and ‘all my thoughts, my life in one place’.
The journey has been great for the poetaster and book reviewer with a weird take on religion and mystery.
But what is mystery if not what is not yet accepted by the human mind?
The categories for this blog has grown by about four to encompass How To, Opinion, Newsbits, Religion and Spirituality.
It would be great that this site be about Book Review only but that is not ‘All my thoughts, my life in one place’. I love mysteries too and the politics of religion.
But some of the best works are not the ones i’d like them to.
With 442 articles, this being the 443rd one; a lewd one leads the view count by nearly a half a million.
That is followed by the Home Page which comes a distant second; then the BBI Report and its download link. I think I did quite a good SEO on it.
You guys don’t read book reviews a lot, maybe because I focus on what I love, but thanks for the good compliments on some of the books reviewed.
The above reason is why I have to have news and other things on the site.
Nonetheless, as for me and writing
I love the smell of ink,
The tip of pen scribbling away,
the scuffle of paper fighting back,
The mind engrossed to the whole project
I love writing.
2008
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to be youth here is to be a grave
ominous in the eyes of the police
to be dug tonight & filled with blood
but the grave’s never silent
& the fire we light tonight is a
requiem spirit to spark songs of unwavering pain
in honour of a hurting mother…
Adipo Sidang is an award-winning author and a poet