olubowale johnson: April 2014

Wednesday 30 April 2014

Shalom

Respite one might call it
The first gleam of day at dawn
But it breaks silence of tender night
And the cord of harmony of moonlight is quietens
Yet while in the beauty of fireflies glows
In the joy or lattitude we are caught
In the tenderness of the humble moment
In the comeliness of your face
In the entanglement of emotion between us
In your affection, my sunrise,
Yet I am still dreaming even though awake
With the cupid arrow lodged in my heart
My Shalom

TRUTH AT TWILIGHT
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Monday 21 April 2014

TRUTH AT TWILIGHT

The morning sky is up with the sun, the cockcrows follow the syphony of hope from the birds of the season. It is exciting to feel another life at dawn. The excitement of breath of awakening day is felt in the sight of space filled wit happy people, yet his sorrow knows no bound as it overwhelmed him with fear of tragedy foreseen but now whose footsteps could be felt in his increasing heartbeats....check out

Tuesday 15 April 2014

SHALOM OPEYEMI

Today I wake up with your thought, my hope dawn with the the symphony of awakening day.
My shalom, with you my sun shines because you have given me best inspiration of life: LOVE.
That I hold esteem in my humble bosom. In your outstretched of emotion I have that consolation with the future, through the ethereal instinct ignited from the core of my being, in this space of ROMANCE, this EMOTION, we are niched with the best of feeling. I LOVE YOU.
SHALOM!

Friday 4 April 2014

Excerpt

“The stubby man, the cigarette glowing in his fingers, was still staring lustfully at Amope's naked figure. It looked like a lit dynamite in his mouth. He puffed out some smoke, but some he mistakenly swallowed almost choked life out of him. Some smoke inhaled might reach through his nasal cavity into his skull, baking his brain and he coughed and whacked his head repeatedly as though to exorcise the spirit feasting on his sense.”