Footsteps on mud

They are derelict structures
Inhabited not even by flowing air
They are tongues that osculate
With no one but themselves
Their eye's feast
 are pneumatic bodies
As Their hands work to mould, towers or poles of pleasure
They are worshippers in bodies
Made as shrines
Their hearts are burning candles
And passion is the incense.
Coil.
Recoil.
Ululate.
Their lips sing glossolalia
While their chests seeks room to breathe into
They precipitate slowly
Like mistmag
Then they find themselves the ground,
when they find that no wine
Or product of the vine
Holds the joystick to their brain
It was them all along
All trampled upon
There's many footsteps on this mud.
El Romantique

The Inevitable

Isn't it funny?

How most of humanity are not scared of death

Or the manner in which they'd die

But are rather terrified of how life will go on after they die.

Fugacious moments when few tears will be cried and that's the end.

Ephemeral seasons when few hearts will bleed, then be healed

And their names will be whispers, till it's heard no more

And all that'll prove they existed would be their handmade chapbooks

And the memory of them will be evanescently dried off

Like the morning dew on chaparrals..

Isn't it funny?

How mankind doesn't realize, death is not the only thing that's inevitable?

That the clock will go on ticking is inevitable

That people will go on living is inevitable

That your dearest friends will one day go back to work, is inevitable

The fact that the stars will still glitter

and the birds will still sing

and the sun will still shine

and the lovers will still love

and the babies will still cry

and the teens will still party

and the singers will still sing

and the clowns will still joke

and the writers will still write

and your mother would still smile

is inevitable.

And you can't really blame the world.

For you'd do just the same

Be it, you were in their shoes
Nwokpe Precious

It will be fine.

Take a deep breath
Put your mind at rest
Feel the cool air around you
Allow your mind to flow with it.

See the good side of life
Allow your eyes to feel it
Are you still thinking of those negative thoughts?
OK. Let it out.

Cry it out
Scream it out
Until the pain is out
Until the sadness is over
Now open your mind to a new dawn
Let the darkness fade away.

Close the door of negativity
And open the door of positivity
Shut the door of sadness
And open the door of happiness.

Happiness and love
These you should hold on to
Feed your focus
And starve your distraction
Never lose your fight
Everything will fall in place.