Wednesday 29 February 2012

THE LIVING DEAD


Forlorn faces
Painful traces
Shows the strain
Of years of pain
Etched in wrinkles
Body shriveled
Eyes blankly dead
Toiling for seeds
Take a seat
For Life is a beat

Youthful joy of living
Pleasure of feeling
Playground pain
Forgotten in the strain
Slaving in the bustle
Of a city life hustle
Rushing to make a living
But never enough savings
Buried under the bills
Struggling with the tills
Just another zombie
Scurrying for the bloodline

Memories long sheltered
Recluse of a mind shattered
Echoes of a child‘s laughter
Cause for a sudden falter
If only life could be paused
Back to when the heart pulsed
The moment of childhood wonder
So far away it echoes a shudder
Reliving ambitions and expectations
Youthful energy bursting with expressions
Eager to make the world an oyster
But now slave to the blood suckers

Laughter has lost its meaning
Pain is no longer a feeling
Another Zombie in the waiting
Push and shove to join the tube
Tis the era of the living dead
Giving blood for the bills
And now life is still
No pain, no joy, no feeling
Just the living dead earthlings
Scurrying for the Zombie lines!!!

BY © YEMISI ILESANMI, 29 FEBRUARY, 2012

Tuesday 21 February 2012

No longer a friend!


Once upon a time
In another clime
I could call you a friend
Together we chart the trends
We built castles with stars
In laughter and in tears
Pain and pleasure we shared
Two but as one we paired
Because you were my friend
But now you are a fiend!


What happened to our bond?
No longer by friendship bound?
No more secrets and trust to share
Friendship shield lost to snares
My pain is no longer your pain
My joy now cause for your strain
Life is a travesty
Growing up our tragedy
Achievements in reverse
A reason for a big divide
Life dealing cards
Without regards
Another friend in the deck
Forever lost to life’s cards!


Tis hard saying goodbye in the storm
To friendship in its purest form
It is now time for adult “friends”
Where power determines the fiends
The higher I fly the more friends I have
Sink lower and the friends are halved
With every sinking hole they fled
Until there is no one to call a friend
True friendship is now a luxury
Almost out of reach like Mercury
Echoes of a distance past in childhood
Sacrificed on the harsh realities of adulthood
Be my friend for what is worth
Just be true no matter what!

BY © YEMISI ILESANMI 21 FEBRUARY 2012