One More of this Rare Kind

With the world beneath my feet

And the heavens stretching beside me

I see vast oceans of pure clarity

Like loud sounds of deep silence

And the true embrace of a broken mind

A fierce healing of this rare kind

And it would be once more

The story of this warring heart

A heart that gasps for oxygen

Running after life

Running after love

Suddenly its like I’m here

Then its like you are here

And I’m thinking, dreaming, believing you

Perhaps, the likelihood that you’ll stay

That you won’t leave

That it won’t get complicated

That…Suddenly I won’t lose you

That we will never be sated

But in these rare depths

In this kindness

With the heavens beside me

I’m warring

I’m yielding

I’m winning

And I want yours

While yet giving you everything

That Genevieve Movie

Did you ever see that Genevieve movie

That one where she was blind?

Did you see that Genevieve movie

Where she was Sharon- one of a kind?

Did you see her fall in love?

Did you see her die?

Did you see that Genevieve movie

Where she had Ramsey Noah try?

Did you see her campus days

Where she was famous, she was queen

Did you see her RMD kiss

Did you see her strut with esteem?

Did you see that Genevieve movie

Where she wrote

In her diary, to Dear Stranger, a note?

Did you see her grow up

To Ije and to Michel?

Did you hear when Oprah did her story tell

I saw them all

I saw those Genevieve movies

They inspire my heart

They taught me yellow, mild fruity

That Little Part of My Body

There is a little part of my body

That makes me crazy

It burns down mountains

It hurts my heart

There is this little part of my body

It makes me tickle

It makes me start

That same part of my body

It’s the pathway to life

The beginning of new

It’s an inspiration

It is a tool

It’s a little part of my body

It is not my master

It is a gift

It’s not a play thing

It’s  a treat

It’s just a little part of my body

It’s nothing for which I should fret

What Is It That You Cannot Forgive?

What is it that you cannot forgive?

That lie, that you haven’t told before

A heart that has not hurt and heal

What is that you cannot forgive?

That word that was beautiful

From that tongue that once kissed you

That friendship that once made you full

What is it that you cannot forgive?

That hit that hurt you

From those hands that once caressed you

Look, marriage is like friendship

Like a childhood friendship that stretches through the years

It mustn’t be like teenage romance that is intense just in the moment

But its like brotherhood, sisterhood

Its nothing like the world says it is

Its not like the movies, books

So what is that you cannot forgive?

#OgeOkerekeinspired

Words Are Better

They say that a gold string should run through

So that they can see

So that they can understand

They say that paragraphs and sentences should align

Brief with so much precision

They say that details are great

But with twitter everyone wants point

What to do?

What are things we should now do?

So here’s the thing

I’m thinking of the so many great books I have read

I’m thinking the several great words that were said

Often they weren’t precise

And they were not twitter size

I’m thinking of the study of great men

And the spectacular lives they led

Precision may not have been far fetched

But comprehension may demand the code stretch

I think of Da Vinci

I think of Dan Brown

Of Adiche

And the tales of Madiba’s town

I think of secrets waiting to be found

Of words that will forever be unknown

Then I return to think of tweets

Of my phone, and my wrongly spelled verbal bits

I want more than that

I want more than a tweet

I want you to write a sullen letter

 A lengthy love chocolaty grit

I want you to write to my mind

To write on my paper

I need you to read to me

So that your voice and lip colour I’d remember

You can tweet me every now and then if you want

But I’ll still look forward to your letter

Tweets and bits are cute and new

Well written words will always be better.