The fountain Arena

 My lamp of love burns for you; thou host of morning shine. who satisfy all flesh a new  giving love in exchange for pew. you are Yeshua, my friend and king Yeshua, thou sagacious king of men  comfort my spirit; soul; and death in that mansion soiled with breath  that speaks symphony and fun mighty Yeshua, my friend and king  Melt my spirit today and forever.  lighten my suffering heart in that voices of yours salute my nothingness in  grace and service listen not to my mundane plead when it comes  oh! my Yeshua, my friend and king. Ayeni Taiwo  ©2022 Read weather for Two Next post Image by pexel

Photo source: pixel.com It arrives as the babel rebirth Dreaming higher and stronger For a resourceful teller Offering your lust to our Hypothesized hope gauger Mounting upon hills as its frivolity pathway For the lost worker we blend with On the hope that our heart will merry  Across the deserted stars  And the bloody moons amidst blind sky  Shaped by the movement of the restless cloud Sketching tales of unknown folklore As our wandering eyes dwells sail Awaiting her handsomest bride Holding all heads on to the lark crest As we sail gentle into your days water Looping in your grandeurs and Utopic breath Calling from times immemorial  Till today's of memory craft Come swiftly, shine more thou lonely sojourner. You You native sailor of unknown, drive freely along the green skies  to lead our hunted desire in its own forthcoming dinner glamours. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read more: other poem from this blog Previous post Image credit: pexel

  As the dark night dim my soul ride in a wet  celestial canoe. sailing deeply on,  awaiting the morn of my funeral. I have leap a thousand times  for the day of my demised  which, reached sooner,  as autumn wind. deliberately piercing my nude skin now it's dawn, my lifeless creature lay still in world most adore ornaments. epithet that soar in a passer-by  lazy consciousness wit, commune "world of Fortune has he dwell, mundane guest of mercy gain birth " beyond, a golden silhouette spoke. "have the world prime  yielding endless starts still holds you?" morn of departure still lingers how should it be this morn? why would this brusque knave  ameliorate me in my hope valley? where would my  weeping senile lady  weary hand holds now soul journey began where the paths leads is yet unknown but my saint testament guide me on. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Click here to view next post Read: Lucid Photo credit: pexel

  The days of naivity dissipate as soul eclipse offers a new shine for an hunted soul vengeance like a torrent of a blind rain whose staff found shelter in race now the pants of truth torment our lies sending furore shivering endlessly to our desolate soul of a lost monastery molesting the company of ego in exchange of a funfair at parrot feast once, our lost act suffers clamour  for a debt settled lost we offered plain and wavy banters leftover unfolding past of courting deceit loosing self for a clearer lift and now, the joy of knowing embraces  our mesmerized soul to stupor and the imperial lids gain its sight In a cosmos sail. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read: Other poems from this blog previous post   Photo by pexel

  He who owns all souls; Comfort me still , Melt my wounded spirit , Inspire my wandering heart. He who owns all souls  Make my sun  blue and gold  Built in your vineyard  Filled with a desire against the world. He who owns all souls; Save my suffering eyes  To see your merciful sides  In comforting mounting cries. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read: Other poetry from this blog previous post  Photo credit: pexel

  Front page has recorded our names. Calling on every ages and sames; Even our hunted males . For monthly food lames. We've been served fat, Rich in wealth of mucor and salt, Garnished for their gluttonous fill Not a game but for fame. Ghosting our daily bread  In exchange for famished tears  Covering the ground in rain ing fears  Our cold heart seeks of a restorer of years We are their scorn, The scorn is disgust, The disgust is employed, The employed is paid, The paid becomes their prey. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Previous post  Click here to read other poems from the same author previous post  Photo credit: pexel

The light is darken  Sending blind chill around  As the waking rain harken It's cool morning wash Cleaning every swollen face  In a future call Forgetting every past seasons Waiting as the coming of harvest We unloads our burden birth Ayeni Taiwo ©2022   Read next poetry  from Ayeni Taiwo  Photo credit: pexel Read previous post  

The sky rose to meet me courtesy of furnished hope  hanging above in  mer'ment slope on a new found shelter  memes of delight has gladiates  the forgotten Sue fortunes genes full of ravishing stars  before the folk diets replete of curiosity bargain  as we feast the night again I search the stars tentacle for leads to my lost nirvana but in my dubiety I heard the sky symphony uttering the bounty of the day phony Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Photo credit: pexel Now  Read more  poetry from this poet View previous post

the springs of doubt pants  aloud in my forgotten itches  causing every moist skins weeps for miscreant fames scenes the scorching pain has founds Einstein tools  taking merry for bitter funeral  in a cluster thought of thought  bubbling up  amidst saving cage of freedom weak cells saves no room to wisdom one time it stops  another times it rains  clearing all tracts  as we walk the life paths. Ayeni Taiwo ©2022 Read  next post Previous post  Photo credit : pexel

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

  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