OLADELE ABIODUN MICHEAL

1623 felicitation The meaning I give to life, am hated for it everything I do to add spice, yet... seems not enough in any big way time is what I keep for you till Dawn ...everything I do is for good not bad X-factors don't matter but me. analysis is any job and that's my job many call me different names, but you!!!... test of everything you went through examine what you profess... ...so prove me any time, you passed ...show me you are worthy of any thing length of days would ask you continually... In what way does anyone or thing owe's you find that reason to prove your worthyness Excell you n all ways and stand out to be worthy I am your friend even when you don't want me companion at every point, even as much as you hate me the meaning I give to life am hated for it. ... everything I do is for good not bad, and that's me... length of days would ask you continually... ...shows me you are worthy of anything....

ABSENT MINDEDNESS Thanks for knowing me and yet, used me You think you really do know me right But you don’t And you talk about me Have been punished and dealt with Misused, yes misused and yet you want expression All I see you say and the truth in reverse …as I walk on I see all things in deception …droplets from the very start even till now Still dropping and he’s the floored But I tell you be prepared, yes be pre-pared Be pre-pare to get drowned in the pool created In this great floored, only the tendered hearted… …shall the strong and bold hearted find solace? The switched minded persons shall not live to see… …neither would the un-broken engine survive. Shall the fair an innocent live for-ever, or die But yet they would and even the wounded in battle It’s neither for the strong nor the bold… YOU, yes you: you think you are not touchable …the very you is why this floored will come to all that made me bleed And the mercy you de...

Apt He is he, she is she Emeka-Amaka, Kule-Bimbo, Aminu-Raliat he who knows chukwu is a boy Refers to him as he Amaka is to be a girl but she is a he Ali is a boy Obi also, simbi girl always But when white becomes black Up is down, right to left... When imaginable essence are mislaid Apt he is or she is she Deal or otherwise it's only a bond Bond binding is coherent as mislaid An itibiti here and there should all be... ©Oladele Abiodun Micheal 08:44;16:06:19

Three Days After Death is only a doorway to new life. We live today, we shall live again. In many forms shall we return. Curtains is the transcending array of newness A divisor of this and that, here and there A means to an end to the beginning there of We’ve been, we will always be even in-visible We’ve always been as we’ve been here and there In me you he she they them and us. We are only victims of the unseen, cos Men are hunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves… Will our action echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we’re gone… …and wonder  who we were… …how bravely we forth how fiercely we loved? But in silence even in great love he lived And he is still living, yet in us all. In many forms shall he return. A means to an end to the beginning there of In me you he she they  them and us. …the golden flower with silver petals Hard as rock fluffy as fur and extremely ...

ONE AND ONE …four two or rather still for two So have suitably for adults believed …adolescent-hood helps my understanding Significantly four one, oh for one; sure it is The cylindrical-vertical bagged clear liquid  Liquefied cynically in united disunity Yes in unity as assumed four two or for two Clearly colourless in agreed disagreement  …but as a pair of verses of epistle, it sinks As awareness of low body heat, yet sinks Sinks deeper faster and quick than light Unhindered with no ultrathin yet sinks Yet sinks resultantly, effect and affects …as effect seen not four two or for two …but being one more than one in digit Yet one for one, not two but one and one Though my thoughts not yours as seen …four two or rather still for two The cylindrical-vertical bagged clear liquid  …but as a pair of verses of epistle, it sinks Clearly colourless in agreed disagreement Significantly four one, oh for one; sure it is Unhind...

Good Burden It’s better to know, than the unknown Carrying the burden of its weight Enduring and managing and using Ignorance could not excuse its self of it Not be is not a pre-requisite Wishing wouldn’t be of and friendly use Be ought to have rather than what is What might be is just in the past not now So we rather carry its weight  Ending as it comes while we walk Even in the light of wanting of much Not relenting in any form way of sight Such focus shall drive us more Even into the un-known… While our stupidity, is contaminated While in it-self and the burden bearer. ©Oladele Abiodun Micheal 22:07:2018; 09:38

* Order-WIS * Every mark, each scar each amouts memories... Sweet, otherwise... ...though everyone had their turn They came and left It's here; it would be gone So is what is, and would be... This that those and these Moment mark and trace.... Smoke would it be lass lass. Just last a bit, I plea If you just can. Will linger as much as... That's not dependent on me ...am just an iti-biti... ©Oladele Abiodun Micheal 18:23;03:06:19

~ spoon or stone ~ There are different things and situations So have heared of stones Diamond, Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald Neither have I seen physically It's also not a news about entities So also were they are in a way born In attribution and assertive nature With spoon, stones, structures... Neither spoon, stone or other materials As for me certainty is Mistry But my his-story is my story You might miss-understand me. Am a blue-blood not by birth but nature Am royalty in reality not opportunity Am a naturalist in reality Am also inpafect and that's reality Silver spoon, gold spoon nor stones ... substantial substance,earthly material But all same self as matter and material Resolvent to 180° in cyclic atom. ©Oladele Abiodun Micheal 25:05;04:06:19

15:15 Times come and go The time we have with us... Yet it still remains But the people around Don't stay around always But the thought, they left Stays around always The year started Yet it moved on The impact the year made Always stays As friends, family, student, teacher Co-worker, boss, leader, mentor We all mean a lot to each other ...and we've walk 6 months together Wishes were or wouldn't be enough But best of the best is much essential To you me us, they and them As we've bumped into JUNE. © Oladele Abiodun Micheal 15:15;01:06:19

Better Niger-area Our strength, our weakness That which holds us, same binds us Same puts apart in piece So what is it like after all? Shall it be a realization? Assertion, discovery, or manifestation As beautiful as all seems The end will come, which most fear To all the our grieve pain unforeseeable We were born to grow, mature and make choices Those yes it mar us, in our infant, But make us as we emerge in elegance Gods own country, the blessed of the nation The blessed of them all, the city of God… But yet we are highly blessed, flavored, loved… We may seem matured, but I say we are transiting We seem to have all and yet have nothing Blessed but seem coursed, preferred but seem rejected The trigger and cornerstone undeniably we are And we will take our place as it unfolds… Flowers blossom, plants grow but tries live longer Longer we would and tell the tails of how we over came Like diamond, crystal, gold, vibranium we wou...