i am word
This stream is ablaze with flow of thoughts;
Thoughts that ferocious feelings
Across my Rubicon.
Like Caesar,
I ferry these burning memories and dreams
Of belligerent moments,
Besieged missions and hopeful visions.
O Blissful dream that I have, here, come true!
Come alive across my Rubicon,
For these thoughts, I summon you
In the name of the only one.
You the sole teacher of truth;
As I captain my maiden voyage
And I swing mu first spar,
Whisper the right words
That my pen may not misspeak
And my mission may not be unmade.
I am smith of words in reclining scabbards;
I, the son of word,
The blade of the untested swords
That spills not but words;
I unsheathe my ink-flow
To ferry my thought-flow.
I am no Socrates
So friends, force no hemlock down my thirsty throat,
For I am at peace with foes.
I may roam like Rumi
But I am no Hallaj;
So crucify me not
For these ejaculations.
I am no Wole
And not surrounded by his ancestral wizards:
But I am me and me.
Word,
Son of word;
Here, I hand you the ashes
Of my sea set ablaze.
Tonight,
The sun of inspiration kisses my frozen seas
And this first night, it sets my feelings free.
....an excerpt from the book 'MIND MANTRA' by OLADOSU MUBARAK...
Oladosu Mubarak writes for and broadcasts at the UNILORIN BULLETIN and UNILORIN FM respectively
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