Gestation
Long awaiting impatient tidal shore Ahoy! Yelling wanderer was what the shore bore A peering hollow was what the shore bore more A waiting womb was conceived with…. Untrained and innocent was the womb Womb bore only one facet of life Second to be born when an Adonis is in the echelons of power Gusts of strong desires and wisps of ardent ambition Thus carved and adorned a waif for the coronation Waif proliferates to become a prince Prince culminates in to an emperor Destiny had a revolution: actually part of process Ekin Ekin,life is strange and by chance The emperor expands the physical senses to dare the thresholds Darkened corners are lightened…. Inaudible are audible…. Far is no longer farther… Legs get airborne…. Vast round shaped is a tiny town… Memory gets deepened and atomized… Pitiable remain the taste buds and the nostrils Morality remains for the destitute only The sun and the moon two hand of a clock ticked by; Bliss and torment… Divinity and suffering.. Privileged and trodden ones Ethics and rationales… Logic has had them as fossils at the sand of the time Practicality beats the drums of aloofness and loneliness Trumpet of professionalism blows away The stringent of affection Mendicant vultures and trashy savages; Ogling and daring the once conceived womb The life is strange Ekin The womb is slyly crying to get conceived yet again Alas! The emperor is unmindful of; the groan and cry of the womb still meandering
Ekin
All my poems are about the center land and a powerful Afro-American adonis
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