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Even now as you stare at me with eyes opaque and still,
I see your brand of love.. Read the rest of this entry »

Walk with me tender one,
let`s listen for the whisper of leaves… Read the rest of this entry »

 I walked in the sacred groves, under the lure of a verdant dream
the earth breathed in the midday breeze,
trees towered like ancient shields.
They spoke of a different time
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Now rooted in the tireless sun, pod-like,
muddy concaves lobbed our feet in awkward jaunts.
Awake and alive, young and light
we were in motion! Read the rest of this entry »

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If the message was to teach love,
I would like you to know that  love is all there is. Read the rest of this entry »

 

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We left it all behind.
Telling stories agog, narratives spewing out in fervent spirit
snippets of unbelievable possibilities,
outlandish moving hands Read the rest of this entry »

I come to you with my karmic pain
bunched and bundled in tight little rolls
let it be said when this story be told
at least I burdened what’s left of me.

The noise in my head, the pulses I feel
come to me in quick pressing droves
I need you now like the air that I breathe
the air is you that is left in me.

Do not be afraid of this manic phase
this place that tears and brings up rage
let it be said that I came to you
to release me from all my feverish foes.

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If the message was to teach love

I would like you to know that love

is all there is.

In those moments when anger grows

and enthusiasm turns to mould

my senses in a groove

I call happy stones to stir and move.

If the message was to grow thoughts

as strong as the desert sun

I would like you to know

my actions have become measured feats

as love trickles into waiting fields.

Like a glorious song I remain. 

Love is my only refrain.
Osupa. 2015

I walked into the room
and my heart lost its nerve.

Slowly at first
moving in steady, heady rips
like the slow patter of rain drenching me in a rhythm far beyond myself. 

I tried not to look, tried  to walk away yet my feet carried me all the way to you. 

I tried not to stare , tried to look like I didn’t  care but even the crimson vase ahead caught the glint of your prying eyes.

There you were
looking right through to fondle with my soul.
I knew I wouldn’t recover from this.

Osupa 2015

There is always at least two of me at home. At least two.

The one with eager, minty feet
wonderfully bright
a fiery ball of “high fives”
flinging through doors
laughing aloud with mighty souls in chill mode
lost in own my depths of sweetness
I become the song.
Then there is the other. Me.
Who sits and stares at the twisted roots
who mutters and moans in doubtful tones
carried away by the whispers of doubts
and stirring of fears from hidden paths.

Just remember
the next time you wonder if I am ever home alone?
I`m always home but never alone
I live with my siamese soul.

Osupa 2015

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