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Today Is Not the Day We Die
Bruised, battered, bloodied Sweaty, salty, smelly Still we stand and fight For today is not the day we die. A vast army comes at us wave after wave Behind us is the sea Filled with the roasted bones of our vessels Burnt by us For retreat is not an option. Feint, Dodge Parry, Slash, Thrust And I pulled the sword from his belly. His intestines ran out like children freed after school hours. The sword feels heavy My hand feels weak My sword is lighter But it is broken and buried in the skull of a giant. His name must be Goliath Won't it be a cliché if I say mine is David. Parry, parry, dodge and swing, His head ran from his body Drenching me in a fountain of blood. Today is not the day we die, For I’m still a newly-wed of 1year 1 month Must once more grind my loin against my wife’s behind, Grab a handful of her upper body strength Touching and swallowing the summits And then make an insertion on the centerspread. Sounds crazy thinking of sex on a battle field Crazier that I have a hard on. Maybe sex and death are related, For some face it afraid. Today is not the day we die Bruised, battered, bloodied Sweaty, salty, smelly Swinging, slashing, stabbing, Death will come When it will come But it shall meet me standing Probably with a hard on. When it will come I know not But today is not the day I die.
Alone In the Crowd
Alone in the crowd Too much noise in this silence Broken by the voices in my head Can't turn on the radio No more music to make love to my mind Just sounds that rape my ears So my brain has migraine Same words Different beats No words Same beats The sounds took sense out of nonsense Cos money, women, booze and cars Are all what you need to sing a song Alone in the crowd All noise, no sound Voices in my head And my mouth feels like lead Can't turn on the radio No music Just swear words And fanciful names for women They sing lessons on how you spend money you don't have On booze you can't drink On cars you don't own With women who probably don’t know you I would rather a wolf howling Than this noise No lyrics No voice No sense Just beats And more beats Feels like a beat down Yet we smile and dance away like clowns. Alone in the crowd And no words to write to calm the feeling Can't turn on the TV No more music channels to watch Just sex scenes Smoke speakers and plenty of noise. Over dressed women clad only in bikinis, The guys are naked under their blazers, shirts and trousers. The women always struggling with their big backside Too big to fit into one jeans So they shake it to reduce it And their pair in front are well hidden behind nothing Or maybe something Something that is not worth calling a bra Well, if you don’t see the summit You did not see anything, right? The guys puff and pour what they wish they bought And nod their heads to what they wish they understood. Alone in the crowd Feels like a feeling Guess it is a feeling Fleeting feeling Got me shivering A bottle or two makes it worse Doctor said it's stress, Advised I rest more But the nights are too short One blink and it's dawn I've enough words to describe it But the words are not mine. Alone in the crowd And I wonder what it is worth Did not ask for this vision Maybe it's just a dream Sleep don't come soon enough So I stay awake in the dream I wish to let friends understand But they are too quick to motivate Can't feel sorry Cos I'm not sorry Hate to pity I would rather get it on merit And give you the credit Even if it might not recharge I don't hate the feeling Just wish it could knock me out. Alone in the crowd But crowded in my head Wish I was as strong as I looked Or feel as good as I wish But some choices are actually the only option Too tired to complain Who cares anyway? They probably not sure if I'm still sane Cos I'm not too I can't say what they want to hear Or do as told I'm no rebel Just have no reason to conform Alone in the crowd Just me Walking with friends Talking with family But, Just me Alone Just me Alone You can't understand I don't too Hope it never makes meaning That would mean an escape Freedom New beginning From an end untimely. Alone in the crowd Not sure anymore Feel the comfort within Warmth all over Still not totally okay. But, The Comforter is doing a great job. Alone in the crowd? Not anymore. At least, No more crowd Just me and the Comforter One, but many.
The Executioner
Execute, execution, executing. I am in a hurry. I can't wait. 24 hours is so much, yet it goes too soon. Thus, there is never enough time. Worse still, time will take all the time she needs till the time is right. Shame, she is usually always right. I bleed tears, sweat blood and cry sweat. But every process takes time, else we all would give birth like rats. They say, time is money. yet I can't over spend the daily limit, can only apportion amount spent per activity. I wanna be an executioner, kill time? spend time? Smashing my wall clock did not stop my alarm clock from ringing. I know time will tell, but I hope if there be a regret whatsoever, let it be for what I did and not for what I wish I did.
Can I Take a Dip?
Can I take a dip...in the deep end? Swim around, in and out, fishing for nothing or, maybe something words can't describe. Butterfly stroke? Or harder and faster? Can I take a dip....in the deep end? Like Captain America, I can do this all day. It's no hard work, there is no hard and fast rule to it. I can teach as well as learn on the job. Just guide, I will follow. Can I take a dip...in the deep end? I'm not afraid of drowning, even if it sounds like I'm gasping for breath at some point. I won't jump in, it can't take all of me. So I will have to be gentle, and with ease. Can I take a dip...in the deep end? There no room for a life guard, three would be a crowd. I always believe in slow and steady. But I'm also a fan of fast and furious. Can I take a dip....in the deep end? Swimming is always fascinating and interesting. I particularly enjoy the backstroke and breaststroke. This session will be a masterstroke. Can I take a dip...in the deep end? I'm no Batman, so there won't be a Bruised Wayne. For this session, I will go deep like Aquaman. Can I take a dip...in the deep end?
Olumide Holloway, popularly known as King Olulu, is a multifaceted creative force. As a Poetprenuer, he seamlessly blends poetry and entrepreneurship. His gift for storytelling shines through his captivating spoken word performances. Olumide is the visionary behind the acclaimed WORD UP Poetry Concert and the electrifying War Of Words slam poetry competition. Since February 2012, his events and platforms have been instrumental in discovering and nurturing spoken word talents within Nigeria and beyond. Beyond artistic expression, Olumide is committed to empowering individuals—building their mental, emotional, and financial resilience. His impactful work leverages Spoken Word Poetry as a potent tool for communication and social change. Olumide’s literary contributions extend to several thought-provoking books, including The Poetprenuer, Strategic Business Lessons from the Animal Kingdom, The Way of the Lion, Smoking Guns, and Bleeding Streets. These works are available on Amazon/Kindle and Selar.co.
