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The Party & The After Party (Her Vice)
Her heart calls me. From the symphony of the beats I recognise my name echoing in her chest, the softer I stroke the more vivid the screams become. The anticipation from a night long desire derived from an age old sin.
I can smell her in the air. An aroma of a taste not yet acquired but still resembles a night soon to be mourned as all beautiful moments are, as time flows she mimics its momentum & entices the party to begin.The party becomes a blur. As our hearts beat as one, resonating the sound of the bass from a song. Our song? Maybe. It strikes a memory of yesterdays fun. Was it as innocent as we thought? Or was it as sinful as we anticipated?
Memory at a loss, with only the smell of him from his shirt I wear. Elephants never forget. Flashbacks. Smoke filled room, sirens in the background, all I see is red. Beautiful. It was all so beautiful. That moment had to come to an end.*Her eyes are dim, what happened to your sparkle? Her perplexed expressions are of no surprise, yet her face has changed or I’ve simply achieved what I needed. Memories of a goddess are realistically merly a myth, these midnight lies now only exist as early morning truths, as satisfaction was guaranteed and delivered as promised, yet I never promised forever I had only offered the night. & with resemblance with my gift, here comes the hard part.
-The Rager
Written by Oladeji John Odumosu & Nellie Tandoh*
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My Mind
Trapped, worked tirelessly but plots for freedom filled with knowledge but still foolish my mind is a slave, it is under constant pressure it fuels my insecurities & houses my fears & shelters my ambitions yet my dreams remain poverty stricken. Illogical homelessness.
So why dream?
Such questions are challenged by memories with such thoughts epic in its descriptive pictures of why.
But why?
The moisture of my iris is sufficient evidence of my weaknesses’ strength, the symbol of a promise never kept to my heart. Unfamiliar this feeling has come to pose such meaning. Enigma to my soul yet housed in my mind are answers never answered as I am yet to be tested.
I fail with such suave my second nature is a successful failure
So do you still faith?
In me?
Written By Oladeji John Odumosu
- The Rager
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The Parables Of The Flawed Shepherd/Blasphemy
Prayer is a promise to a fool & if that fool be Christ then my blasphem’s shall illustrate the root of my betrayal. Faith is lost yet one day I await to be auditioned for hells kitchen, as my soul is in the mercy of the chef’s chopping board. The delicacies of the spirit lose it flavour if not savoured by pride’s surrender, yet the losing streak still stretches beyond remembrance as the norms are darker by the day.
“Remember the height from which you have fallen! Return to me and change the way you think and act, or I will come to you, and will take away your light from its place, if your hearts are not changed.”
So he say’s..
The devil applauds my disobedience to The Truth, I constantly reject The Light. These shadows hold more than similarities to my skin, twins of my soul these sins influence those strays from The Way. You say that there shall be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance, which brings resentment towards a un bias saviour whom picks sides, a secret agenda wiser than all yet accepted by few..
& understood by none..
(You won’t remember this tomorrow)
Written By Oladeji John Odumosu
With Creative Input By Miss Karee L, Miss Dami E & Miss Nellie T
-The Rager
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Blasphemy
Prayer is a promise to a fool & if that fool be christ then my blasphem’s shall illustrate the root of my betrayal. Faith is lost yet one day I await to be auditioned for hells kitchen, as my soul is in the mercy of the chef’s chopping board . The delicacies of the spirit lose it flavour if not savoured by pride’s surrender, yet the losing streak still stretches beyond remembrance as the norms are darker by the day.
The devil applauds my disobedience to The Truth, I constantly reject The Light, these shadows hold more than similarities to my skin, twins of my soul these sins influence those strays from The Way. Resentment towards a un bias saviour whom picks sides, a secret agenda wiser than all yet accepted by few..
& understood by none..
(You won’t remember this tomorrow)
Written By Oladeji John Odumosu
- The Rager
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A regular heartbeat..
Its odd to feel it, its odd to greet it & meet it with such disdain; but yet with a cold expectation of a warmth long lost.
How long is forever baby?
My butterflies have regressed to these bugs..explains why I feel sick to see you. If this is love it has been perverted; twisted to a sentence I am bound to. Bound to a gentle cage, sentenced by a compassionate judge, loved by an innocent devil..
Is forever over yet?
Efficient anger, inconsistent ecstasy, focused regret of these words I uttered in the night, spoken but not felt assumptions of expected emotions to last a lifetime of lies, an impossible accomplishment for an impatient man with a withered heart..
Who will not stay foreverWritten by Oladeji John Odumosu
-The Rager
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Baba Says Cool For Thought
You thought it was cool. Projecting your insecurities on others. The formula for shielding your heart with the ignorance of deflection. Blissful is it not? These verbal mirrors of pain you’ve projected will haunt you. I expect nothing less.
Just keeping it cool.
These tears mirror my own. In which I shield my mind of thoughts of inadequacy. By this blunt I proclaim to never be the same. The oath the that the cool claim requires a new name, originality only holds pain. Individuality. I rather be the same.
Just maintaining the cool.
I’m not suppose to say it. Precious words, imprisoned by a harsh demeanour. Stop me. Release me. These words I utter in silence echo relentlessly. These words can only be reciprocated. Emotions smothered by an expectation of norms, respected by none & practised by all.
“Freeze.
Check your ingredients, before you overdose , on the cool.”
Written By Oladeji John Odumosu
-The Rager
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Hypocrite
Unfair criticisms of my heart towards my mind leaves me straining for happiness..blessings aren’t promised..love isn’t given its traded, I ask for your love but I keep mine in a vault far from your warmth far from happiness I once said I needed love I wanted her love..I have it..I snatch it..I’m not perfect I’m far from it but since when has a hypocrite ever deserved that title?
My theory was wrong happiness doesn’t grow on trees or come & go with the passing of leaves courted by a breeze but lies in a smile..her smile she’s perfect but since when has a hypocrite ever deserved this blessing.
Always right, the direction of her affections lead to an unworthy heart.Have I forgotten?
A hypocrite can’t tell but remembers a contradiction because its represented by a mirror..but since when has a hypocrite been in love?
Written By Oladeji John Odumosu
- The Rager
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She Got That Esther..
A harsh recluse considered shelter from the world, I reform to my old ways. My secrecy is my pride my wit is a sword as my defence, I have confidence in my attorney as I seek to make my prosecutors rest, these allegations on my name, exempt me from these titles, I stand on my own, hardly request throne just a identity of my own.
Your graveyard shift has begun. Go deeper & discover your truth. Your eyes see only skin deep & my words are only half empty, my notepads are what you must read between, for they see all & show all, as these lines hold secrets as between them truth is found. A misinterpretation not worth decoding it seems. Few are as gifted as I, with a chameleons heart to disguise my minds eye.
Written By Oladeji John Odumosu
- The Rager
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Basically
I decided to make a separate blog for all my poetry since my other tumblr (TheRagerTheMeance) doesn’t compliment having these kinda things on it.
So yeah I hope you like what you read & erm SuuWoo?
Peace
