Throwback Thursday: Deceiver

A throwback to a short poem about overcoming an abuse of power.

What secrets lie behind your words? So sweet; so devilish in design; Manipulation to make me believe. Thankfully, I do not believe a word. You speak poison, playing a twisted game And I will no lon…

Source: Deceiver

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Throwback Thursday: Darkest Passions

A throwback to a poem I recently featured on my YouTube channel: Darkest Passions.

I must admit, I do not know Whether it is the eerie glow That makes your secrets interest me Or if it’s something I can’t see. But always, you have filled my mind With sense of power ov…

Source: Darkest Passions

The Cycle by Basilia Eyowel

[Poem for the recovering addict, the one fighting to be free from the demons of addiction]

I’m awake
Eyes open to a day that has never existed, a new day
And the cycle continues
I think I’m okay
I think I’m not
I’ve stopped counting
Consciously avoiding the number of days I’ve spent without you.
I feel like if I keep track, I’d come running back to you
My wings are broken
My legs are numb
I want you
So bad I crave you like this air rushing into my lungs
I can’t breathe, for a second I lose my head
It’s spinning, I get busy to evade the very thought of you
But it’s not working, never did
It’s like I’ve fallen into your arms cold again but in my mind
It’s like you’ll never let me go
Like you’re tattooed on my brain
Forever
The first day we met, I was curious and for sure curiosity got this cat trapped, waiting to be killed
I think I love you but only because you put a gun to my head
Only because you took control of me and of this mirage I’ve become accustomed

I’m awake
I open my eyes to the light of a new day
And the cycle continues
I’m not okay
I think I want you
I’ve so easily forgotten the baggage
The torture you bring
The mental scars still fresh and yet I want you even more
The feeling of being invincible yet so vulnerable
This pearly gate you opened to me,
I looked through and saw that all that glitters was pure gold
Gold buried in thorns, which
For you I’ve bled
Even now as I write with my life pouring out as ink on this paper, Paper drenched in tears from eyes young but old enough to feel,
I miss your solace, your sting
Some days I wish I could travel back in time, erase the first time you made sweet love to my mind
But wishes don’t exist and here I am
Again
Starved, aching, wanting you
But not today, today I will run
I will fight, I will float
Maybe tomorrow I’ll drift into your warm embrace, but not today,
Today I’ll think, I’d breathe and let it go
Tomorrow the cycle will continue
But today, I will win!!!


About Basilia Eyowel

I’m Basilia Eyowel from Abuja, Nigeria, 23 year old deep thinker, writer/poet, a microbiologist.

I read this one aloud, and it was powerful stuff. Check out Basilia’s blog for more excellent poetry: astoldbysilia.wordpress.com

The weakening wind

A really fantastic, powerful poem that deserves a re-read.

Philessatry

What with the wind of the
power universal
at your back,
	Yet you whither and fragment!

So gentle a breeze as
against the streaming tide
of omnipotence
	Yet you blanch and regret!

How must the stream
of ages sputter when
corrupted,
	So will you screech and moan!

Set for the seedlings
the flexible arena,
take them apart
	And falsehoods shall your voice intone.

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When the Bullets have Ceased

The world will wait in silence and debate as our boys die
They praise their human rights as we all struggle to survive
Every one of us manipulated by an evil man
But the world will not assist us with some freedom-bringing plan

It took us a generation
But the truth, at last
Is waiting to be told to our entire nation

Not a God, but just a man
We must take back our homeland
For our brothers and our sisters
We will lay down our demands
Every family has suffered
All our hearts are filled with pain
If we are to beat the system
We must kill the ones to blame

We must kill the ones to blame

A good man and a father overnight has disappeared
We dare not speak his name, for there are spies who must be feared
Empty hearts of politicians turn our children into sneaks
Every words means only horror when the dreaded leader speaks

It took us a generation
But finally, the truth
Is ready to be told, to our entire nation

Not a God, but just a man
We must take back our homeland
For our brothers and our sisters
We will lay down our demands
Every family has suffered
From the bitter sting of pain
If we are to beat the system
We must kill the ones to blame

We must kill the ones to blame
Who –
Promised a lie
Lied to us from birth
Controlled the nation
What our lives are worth
Made our God into nothing
And our freedom a sham
For the children to believe
That their parents are damned
And look up to a monster
Only blind eyes to see
When the bullets have ceased –
We are democracy


Author’s note: I am on holiday this week. For this reason, I will be unable to reblog/share any of the great poems or stories that appear on my dash. Instead, please enjoy these lyrics – they are several years old, but some of them have never been published before.

Throne of Skulls

Well they said all men were equal
Drilled in your head from birth
Corrupt and lie
Well I guess that’s right
Every man knows his own worth

Now their principles are soundly
You’re not raised to disagree
Make no mistakes
And know your place
‘Cos no ones as equal as me

Sitting on my throne of skulls
I, I am your mortal God
There is no power for me to fear
‘Cos I, now I control the Earth
Twisted mind
All will be mine
Eyes set straight on worldwide domination

The youth are trained to obey
To destroy all who oppose
Believe it’s true
What they tell you
As the nationwide fear grows

‘Cos if all the men are equal
There’s one thing to understand
You’re not like me
I am, you see
More equal than any man

Sitting on my throne of skulls
I, I am your mortal God
There is no power for me to fear
‘Cos I, now I control the Earth
Twisted mind
All will be mine
Eyes set straight on worldwide domination

Your freedom is gone
Under my regime
You do what you’re told
Think what you’re told
Believe what you’re told
All that I tell you to do
‘Cos if all the men are equal
Then I control equality

Sitting on my throne of skulls
I, I am your mortal God
There is no power for me to fear
‘Cos I, now I control the Earth
Twisted mind
All will be mine
Eyes set straight on worldwide domination


Author’s note: I am on holiday this week. For this reason, I will be unable to reblog/share any of the great poems or stories that appear on my dash. Instead, please enjoy these lyrics – they are several years old, but some of them have never been published before.

Dedicated to the Goddess

I felt the call from a young age
Guided by the majesty
The might of something unique, supreme:
A power far beyond my own
And as I grew into a woman
I discovered the extent,
The possibilities beyond my imagination,
The achievable with fresh insight;
I mould the world with my two hands
My voice confounds the heavens
A soul with supernatural strength –
Deny me at your peril!