The fountain Arena

bone of spoken birth natured in a morning scent monk of unusual set sought to make a cool breathe to sustain shaky winking sight. selah! a voice I heard In the modern hunt accused an aftermath hazy sage court  spoken by a young burly cot tied for a clashing whites nail of the mouth court Selah! why this cot? why not a heritage lot? why Joseph flee learned? when hills are mounts and mount are hills we long for each other's embrace As the brotherhood bone speaks again. strings of my root unclad  from world savagery band be mine and I forever be glad. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read next post Photo credit: pexel Previous post

If words were stars, I will gently pick the brightest to tell your eternal truth far beyond space up to the holiest  adoring your righteous lips with roses. If words were stars, time and space will skip at every galaxy; every sea surrounding breathes with ease pent up laudation tossed down gracefully If words were stars, and on every lips that speaks  and on every word that leaps  On that fortune crest resides forever Will your saturated courage be known  Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read more  to view other poems from this blog. view previous post   Photo credit:Indian express

Above life mist unfold more wit  cultivating cultural sweet in diverse dreams and seat. Eureka! I'm a seer mate. at a strangle breath  lies in wait  motionless tunnels light , blinding the foster site confessed beneath a truthful hate. Eureka!  I'm a seer mate. the joy of knowing pleasance the troubled sea sending  peaceful chilling across all surviving tree. Eureka! I'm a seer mate. I have set the caged bird flying;  my savory recipes on sight  with all joyous company singing, the sluggish worm has grown might. Eureka! I'm a seer mate. Ayeni Taiwo  ©2022 Next post  Read previous post Photo credit: medicalnewstoday

  In times of fairest beauty   I have found an esthetic damsel whose face speaks of roses and stars a charming gem of crystal  birth mines under your calm breast is the glory of nirvana resort  And between your sticky lips lies lust thirst seeking for painting lap make me thy sire my dear  let the nuptial couples be our guest and the lonely heart a saviour   courting every air you breathe and  The hate you share for a sober glass lid.  With you is an entire life worth Every moment and every hour shames Busy counting bounty season guide. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read other poem s from the same poet view previous post

  The feeling you brought  are of wrought and drought our lips quivers at your mountainous pant without desires and without a messiah making our eyes roars higher our sun that smiles month ago lost it's courage to shine skylarks morn in horror rain drops without greeting the ground we've lost our future to the dark night afraid to travel through dream as we were held back by your touch hash and cold through our sweet pain our bonny skin scares the ground as our wit lost it place we've forgot the taste of laughter and the sweet comfort of joy as our dream are only clouded with myth of meat thou monster of the earth  antagonist of full belly hero of the pigs tongue seek yourself another host to wreck your greed set our lock senses aright as we embrace the next slice of crumb Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 You have read elegy to hunger, now read love ride read more post from this blog Photo credit: pexel.com