PASSIONATE MAN

(*FRESH POEM!*)

Written to you, J*, also on the date of 13 of April, 2012.

 

I’m a passionate man again

I have you to thank you

People say passion is rare

so treasure it in your gentle heart

like a long lost diamond

of immense, never seen purity

 

I’d give you the world

but Heaven I don’t have

to give to you

Only the ladder going there

I can weave from my verses

 

Imagination I’ve been given

and wit and taste

I want to hand them over to you

to make you feel as incredible as it is

in my might to make you feel

Just in order to steal

from you your magic smile

 

You are my fuel, the kerosene of my dreams

I want to fly by you and next to you

Even if it gets my plane stuck eternally in the clouds

I would know forever that I flew like an eagle

free from all the prisons we all some days live in

never being aware of the work of the Liberator

Who has set us free without our selfish permission

Who has never allowed us even a remote possibility:

-of saying what we say without any remorse whatsoever

-of wrong doing and wanting to double-cross our wounded hearts

-of thinking we’re pathetic in some exquisite fashion

 

Why am I complicating my life without really knowing love?

Doesn’t it make you think…?

You are over-intriguing me, never to know who wins

or presses the keys on that computer we call love

 

Really who are you

never giving in

never giving up

never giving me the opportunity of letting myself go

into the shade I was once living in?

 

I’m crying the happy tears, never I’ve done that before

like the hurt shark I am aching

always having you near me to erase my blank face

exchanging it in a pawn-shop

for a brand new love poem

NIGERIA, MY LOVE

(*FRESH POEM!*)

Dear Josephine!

I wrote the this one from scratch, originally in English, having you in my heart and with you being my muse. (On the date of 13 of April, 2012.)

 

Our mutual Best Friend

has introduced me to her

We’ve met…

Then both of our brown pairs

of eyes- turned pink

Surprisingly, I find her

the only beautiful woman

in the whole world

 

Lyrics of the love songs

we listen to together

stab me in my back

and (darn traitors!) reveal

my feelings towards her

 

She says I’m romantic…

That makes her heart

and head grow bigger

Oops, baby, your head looks

like an over-inflated balloon

Baby, I DON’T want it to blow up

How could I kiss then

your nice full lips

if you had

no head no more!?

 

Wouldn’t it be strange

if two spirits were living

in one single body?

Two hearts in one single chest?

Two chickens in one

single egg-shell,

one yellow,

one black?

 

What if

sun and moon,

stone and wheat,

ice and heat,

in the same day

were tied up helplessly without any chance

for either one of the opposites

to break free out of the gigantic Heart

that is shining Light in beautiful rays

down on both of them

giving them the power to bear new fruits?

 

Just what if…?

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*I hope this (so help me Jesus) is just the beginning of my writing love poems inspired by you and dedicated to you, J*.