Our lord has ears, and he hears whispers of the bourgeoisie in his right, and wailings of the abject masses in his left; whose stapes is Apollyon.
ABIKU by Omotayo Awoyemi
The day he was birthed, He came laughing. With his frail little hands, he Tilled his mother’s thigh and Sowed a kiss, and he said; "Take this as my signature,...
WHAT IS LIFE by Omotayo Awoyemi
What is life? ***** Clench your fists, Tightly, Let the air within boil, Love the warmth Wrapped up in your palms, Cherish it! Till your knuckles reel in pain, That...
BOY by Omotayo Awoyemi
Poor boy, Drowned in himself; In a lake of something familiar, he Drowned in hormones. A few strings to his thing, and Nightlong spell of Venus, He's fit to swim,...
TELL THEM by Omotayo Awoyemi
Tell them we can see them; The house of bones they live in, The sweats that flush their gutters, The sweats of our fathers and mothers, and The blood of...
ÀSHÀKÉ by Omotayo Awoyemi
Ashake, The day I wrote you a song, I broke my throat. I penned it on my cornea, But a flood of brine it became, When life ’Hi’ed’ me with...
PATHOGENESIS OF REGRETS by Omotayo Awoyemi
Find a good man, whose Head wheels a halo of hopes, Crouch like a tigress, Let him love you like a cat, Stroke your head and back Till his soul...
THE DAY HOPE DIED by Omotayo Awoyemi
The day Hope died, It died on the street, it was speared by the thorns of roses. It's soul ascended with the scent of the bloom To the dreaded gate...