tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-361797302011-12-14T19:06:17.028-08:00This is just a random selection of some of my poemsTolu Fagbolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073936528867268308noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36179730.post-1161696534062944182006-10-24T06:28:00.000-07:002006-10-24T06:28:54.073-07:00Sirius calling<br />Images swirl in my head<br />Of men being one with the dead<br />Souls of men snatched from their bed<br />Grim seduction in a third world shed<br />Slowly creeping into his head.<br />Murdering souls of emaciated women on red<br />October's day<br />When oil is worth more than they<br />Who slept in shelters of hay<br />Who crept in and stole their day,<br />And replaced it with starry nights<br />Of Missiles which lit up the skies<br />And thunders of bright red blasts<br />And splatters of blood embodied limbs<br />Laying scattered in the fields<br />The sun arose, it still shields<br />The crippled earth from the heat<br />Of the dry roasted cities evaporating<br />Into a war torn city emanating<br />From a distressed we<br />Who hating to be<br />Told we're wrong to be<br />Killing children for oil for we...<br />This my song rips through my soul<br />Insured against the kiss of modernity's woe<br />Entrapped in this philantropist hole<br />Of stolen wealth from misconceived goals.<br />To be free to enslave<br />Those who we don't see<br />As they don't crave<br />That which we have, that which we see.....US<br />US against them...<br />The savages of distress<br />Who's culture respect<br />Each moment they spend<br />Tending to earth<br />While US....the civilised US<br />Conjure up heat in wasteful spades<br />Polluting the air in distasteful shades<br />Greenhouse gas emmission's sublime annihilation<br />Keeps us producing in high elation<br />Posioned conceptions of nature's regeneration<br />Our self destruction's button<br />Is too late to turn off<br />Our distress button<br />Broken by Industrial Capitalism's machines<br />Our SOS<br />May still be heard by Sirius<br />But a few, only a chosen few<br />May behold Elija's chariots<br />Images swirl in my head<br />Of men being one with the dead<br />We've been infantilised by age-old ideologies<br />Elevate yourself into a higher dimension,<br />Did I mention you've been fooled?<br /><br />Be a good little girl<br />And Big Brother will give you candy<br />Obey the rules for ages<br />And you'll go to heaven.<br />You'd be caught by Aje's<br />If you stay out till seven.<br /><br />Burn the earth Georgie Boy,<br />The world is asleep<br />Leave us all to sweep<br />The spillages<br />In the sewages,<br />In the seas, and in our lands<br />Leave us to keep dreaming<br />That one day we'll survive<br />When we strive<br />To keep five<br />Pounds in hand<br />Till month end<br /><br />Burn the earth Tony Boy<br />The world is asleep<br />Screw over the working class<br />While the middle class live large<br />Wage slavery in Africa<br />In two zero zero three<br />Ken Saro Wiwa's neck<br />Hanging loose<br />From a shell noose<br /><br />Burn the earth Uncle Sege<br />The world is asleep<br />You think your hands are clean<br />After a Judas act on we<br />You think your hands are clean<br />After selling us for gold<br />And supplying oil to US<br />For the genocide at Iraq.<br /><br />I rake in dry bones<br />From fields red with blood<br />Each morning I see<br />Fresh bodies at sea<br />Washed to shore by the waves<br />Who throws up all its pain.<br />The holes are lit up with terror<br />Burnt into skies by the horror<br />Of powerless mothers<br />Whose daughters<br />Were slaughtered<br />Its cold cold Murder.<br /><br />Images swirl in my head<br />Of Men being one with the dead<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36179730-116169653406294418?l=tolufagbola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tolu Fagbolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073936528867268308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36179730.post-1161632614422328852006-10-23T12:42:00.000-07:002006-10-23T12:43:34.440-07:00New Life<br /><br />I was born of the stencil and the scalpel<br />Both prodding the thinly layered flesh<br />Beneath my mother's womb<br />6 red days of constant agony after<br />Two hundred and sixty eight days of heavy lifting and laughter<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />Like Macduff I was not born of a woman<br />I kicked prodded and headbutted everyday<br />For 268 days and nights...<br />When it was time to say goodbye<br />I said no was, I aint coming out, no lie<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />Cosily draped by my mothers womb<br />I smiled everyday...this is life, no worries<br />Sleep eat play...sleep eat play<br />Pulling cords was my favourite past time<br />How was I to know It was a crime...<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />Red droplets of plasma laden fluid<br />Flows ceaselessly over the bright white sheets<br />In ironic splendour ...in agonising pleasure...<br />In painful tears of joy, as her cervices crack<br />And the inside of her thighs look like a rail track<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />She was told I wasn't coming<br />I refused to be born, damn, I was having a ball<br />Too busy to bring joy to all<br />Immersed in my own existence, (how selfish)<br />I sought to break all the rules before birth (twas hellish)<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />With all my resistance and stubborness<br />I felt my strength dissipating as a sudden rush of wind<br />Blew through the never before opened windows<br />"Someone has broken in, this aint right"<br />I wailed and screamed as I held on tight.<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />Ripped out from my cosy existence<br />Where everything was perfect, into a shithole<br />Where everyone gawped and yelled and cried<br />People passing me around like a peace offering<br />I was mad, Irate, pissed off, dumped in a world of suffering.<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />I could have chosen to forgive and move on<br />But I chose to harbour hate in my heart,<br />Hate for being dumped like a refuse sack<br />Hate for cutting out my air and food supply<br />Hate for the independence i'll soon apply<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />My hate grew uninhibited with me<br />As I crossed each stage in life, it formed<br />A disguise and thought itself to be love...<br />I guess it was a natural progression<br />As all my Indoctrinations became reterogression<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />The sun scorched the bark of the Iroko<br />For a century, yet, each ring dances gracefully<br />In circles of divinity every year...different shades<br />Of brown for every natural year it stands<br />Though toughened on the outside, the inside stays grand.<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />Every word I ever heard, form a piece of my identity<br />Everything I ever said confirmed my notion of existence<br />But while I choose to right a wrong,<br />The hate I have harboured since birth begin to weave<br />A labyrinth of existential normalities to seek reprieve.<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />Reprieve for being who I am and not<br />Who I was told I had to become<br />Reprieve for discerning between good and evil<br />Reprieve for the choice I hold dear<br />To do the right thing and not fear<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />With each passing hour I grow<br />With every passing minute I die<br />With every breath I take, I'm reborn<br />A divine dichotomy sees me dead, yet alive<br />But Irony sees me strive to survive<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />Squalor keeps the society around me shackled<br />With my choice I break free<br />Hatred keeps my mind blind,<br />But with my mother's strength, I pull the veil off my eyes<br />Yet, I wonder If i'm strong enough to see through the lies.<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />The score I had to settle may still<br />Drive my attitude towards my mother<br />And my attitude towards my mother may<br />Influence my attitude toeards life<br />Little wonder my attitude toward Woman is full of strife.<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />I believe women are the essence of life<br />Yes, the indispensable bearers of life that<br />Need to be adored, reverred, respected, worshipped<br />But with folly we disrespect, take for granted<br />And treat like shit our very own genies, our home head.<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />I let my gauntlet down at the feet of every woman<br />To beg for forgiveness for every ill word ever uttered<br />To cherish and to hold in high esteem<br />The strength that flows endlessly through her veins<br />And yes, I believe womanity reigns.<br /><br />New Life<br /><br />This is for every woman that ever fell foul<br />To the indiscretions of man...May every 'bitch', 'whore'<br />'Slapper', 'slut', 'slag', ever attributed to her<br />Be replaced with Angel, Mother, Bearer of every life human,<br />Beautyful, adorable, delightful being, My Love, Arewa, WOMAN...<br /><br />New Life, new Woman, new World...<br /><br />Tolu Fagbola<br />2004<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36179730-116163261442232885?l=tolufagbola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tolu Fagbolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073936528867268308noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36179730.post-1161093648373290572006-10-17T06:59:00.000-07:002006-10-17T07:00:48.380-07:00Monday Mornings<br />Rows of green pave long the tracks<br />Rusty roofs run touch horizons<br />Foggy clouds hold still the morns<br />Sun comes down and sets the stage<br />Scents of hy-cinths fill the air<br />Morning glories rise and fall<br />Dew drops slowly hide away<br />Stint of heat stays for the day<br />Lively voices stream in late<br />Sunday nights not worth the play<br />Minds in tune lose what it takes<br />To-be productive for the day<br />Wonder ceases to amuse'nebriation is the new found awe<br />Lovely ladies emasculate<br />Days runs out of life and love.<br /><br />Tolu Fagbola<br />Copyright ©2006 Tolu Fagbola<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36179730-116109364837329057?l=tolufagbola.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tolu Fagbolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05073936528867268308noreply@blogger.com0