Your Yes

Your Yes


It was like yesterday when you said Yes,
And you finally accepted my request.
The moment you said that elusive Yes,
It wasn’t only to my unrelenting request,
That single Yes, birthed the sweetest dream,
And brought to live the dream team.


The love story began like child’s play,
Then it started exploding by the day.
Got better and better daily like fine wine,
That it became the surviving meal I daily dine,
Then it turns into the sustaining water I drink,
And eventually becomes the only thought I think.


Listen now… That very night you said Yes to me,
Many things happened that the naked eyes couldn’t see,
There was an agreement in the spiritual realm,
All the Angels consented; I mean every one of them,
All our words came together to become a spirit,
nd the Heavens agreed; putting a strong seal on it.


I am sure by now you would have known,
That when you said Yes to becoming my own,
You automatically said No to being all alone.
When you said Yes to letting me into your life,
You also said Yes to having the most beautiful life,
That simple Yes was all the miracle you needed.


I’m so glad you ended up saying that Yes to me,
Coz, if you never did, this lovely poem wouldn’t be.
The Yes you said to me became the master key,
Which opens up the door to the dream future I see.
Just know that this beautiful life we’re living today,
Became possible, all because of YOUR YES.


©DK

This Is It!

This Is It!


I have been praying for you for years,
I have been ringing it in God’s ears,
Morning, noon and night; day by day,
My request was to bring you my way.


Although, I still hadn’t met you,
Still yet, I was here; praying for you.
Preparing myself for you, until you came,
Coz something told me you were doing the same.


I actually wasn’t the only one who was praying,
If you would like to know, my mother also did.
Then, I never understood what she was saying,
But now, I realize she was only planting the seed.


But then, a seed cannot produce unless it first dies,
Buried for a season in the earth’s bosom; in silence,
As it begins to slowly take its roots where it lies,
Then after a little while, it all makes sense.


Finally now, it all makes sense to me,
Makes sense why some things had to be.
It was just to set us on the long, narrow path,
The divine path that brings you and I together.


You are the miracle I really needed,
The answer to that which I sadly pleaded.
When I met you and felt that strange heartbeat.
I smiled on the inside, and said to myself… “This is it!”


This is the answer to my mother’s request,
This is where I conquer my long, tough quest.
I knew my heart was taking me some place,
And I feel ever closer when I look at your face.


So, after searching all these while,
After travelling all these thousand miles,
I have found the new home I wanna live onwards,
And it is in the core of your beautiful heart.


© DK

I Miss You

I Miss You


Laying here emotionally drained and weak,
No strength, no appetite, I feel so sick.
History shows I am always not the worrying type,
But I must admit, I am so freaked out this time.
Sorry, not available… called like a thousand times,
I’d be behind bars if calling was one of our land’s crimes,
But I did that coz you gave me the biggest scare of my life.
Since you came into my life; I’ve never been the same,
And now in your absence, the result is still the same.


Ever since you have been missing in action,
My heart has become like a famished soul,
Which nothing else could satisfy but only you.
My head turns around like a roller coaster ride,
Which can only be calmed with you by my side.
My entire being screams out fervently for you,
I hope you can hear that cry out of the blue?
I don’t know how much longer I could go on,
You can’t imagine how much damage this has done.


Can’t concentrate; can’t even think straight,
Leading on to sleepless nights and restless days,
My mind is troubled, thinking about you always.
A gush of anxiety whenever my phone beeps or rings,
The massive rush of adrenalin, my longing for you brings,
And when it’s not you, I feel even worse than ever before,
Then that frustration increases even more and more,
That I Just wanna rip my clothes and at the top of my voice… Yell!
Yell it out, because my life without you in it feels like hell.


But, wherever you are just know that I am praying for you,
That the good Lord, will bring you safely back to me,
Because I miss the tone of your beautiful voice,
I miss the sound of your contagious laughter,
I miss the glow that proceeds from your eyes,
I miss the sweet aroma that emanates from your body,
I miss the softness and tenderness of your touch,
I miss the memorable nights we spent together,
In short of it all, let’s just say… “I Miss You!”


© DK

Keep Off

Keep Off



Carefully taking one step at a time,
Sharply looking back from time to time.
Very much on the alert; Superb awareness,
Looking like one gone insane; sign of weirdness.
Eyes wide open, brows raised and ears stretched.
Eyeballs rolling non-stop from the left to the right,
Making sure to see everything clear and bright,
To quickly spot any kind of danger in sight.
Tip-toeing quietly like a professional thief,
Only that this is not to steal, but to guard.



To protect the valuable possessions hidden within,
Just because out of it proceeds the issues of life.
Guiding with all diligence to prevent a break-in,
And avoid a bad thrust in the core with a knife.
Anticipating danger like a veteran Cop,
Trying to protect his beloved from an attack,
And uncover any sort of evil plan and set-up.
Vowed not let his own get stabbed in the back,
A soldier sworn never to let his treasured drop,
Even if it would be the last mission to embark.



Been robbed before, but not again!
This heart will welcome no more pain.
Called to request for back-up… just in case.
Fully armed to defend like the military its base.
Once beaten they say makes one twice shy,
Therefore, ain’t gonna spare no trespasser or spy.
If you’ve come with the intention to steal or destroy,
Be advised, this zone is not one in with you can toy.
So be prepared and ready to have it really tough,
Sign reads “Heart closed, Military Zone… Keep Off!”


(c) DK 2013

Separation

A decade away from me,
A 120 months away you,
Days turned into months,
Months turned into years,
Still battling with emotions,
Fighting the grief and tears.
No! I, I will not break down,
I refuse to lose it right now.
A war between the heart and mind,
Compromise or balance I seek to find.
Heart trying to find strength to move on,
But the mind strongly refusing to let go.
The emotions keep supporting the mind,
But the dreams keep propelling the heart.
Both are finding it so hard to get separated,
But separation started this in the first place.



That separation eventually made me lonely,
As the dark guy took away my one and only.
Knowing fully well that I could find no other,
None other to take the place of a good mother.
These bitter memories erupts my emotions,
Like a volcano about to cause a major disaster,
But then a disaster will make nothing better,
Actualizing my dreams will make a better letter,
To show that separation is powerless over the heart,
For even though you’ve been taken away for a decade,
That separation still couldn’t rip your out of my heart.
So I chose to allow the emotions to drive the dream,
As I vision how it would be when I get see you again,
Where there will be no more separation; no more pain.
For a decade of separation cannot be compared,
To an eternity of unity and joyous fellowship.



© DK, February 2012



In loving memory of my late beloved mother,
Omolara Aderenle Akintokun-Shittu
(April 19 1952 - Feb. 15, 2002)
May She continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord.



I LOVE AND MISS YOU LOADS!!!

Not Tamar, but Grace

Way back in the cursed land of Cannan,
Was a young beautiful daughter of Zimran.
She was tall, pretty, graceful and youthful,
To Zimran, they were qualities very useful.
Useful to make an alliance with the Hebrew;
That powerful Hebrew man called Judah,
Who’s so called God is an unseen wonder,
That destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah.
Now the sacrificial lamb was poor Tamar,
Who was placed on the marriage alter.


Once graceful, elegant and full of life,
She was made to look like a cheap wife.
Being kicked around like a soccer ball,
Abused and pushed against the wall.
Passed on from brother to brother,
But yet failed to be called a mother.
Fed with empty hopes and filthy lies,
Her dreams shattering before her eyes,
And her life turning into a living hell,
She turns to the unseen God of Israel.


Although she was forgotten by the man of the God,
She was yet remembered by the God of the man.
She called, even though she never really knew him,
And he answered restoring her shattered dream,
By giving her an amazing double for her trouble,
It didn’t matter if she wasn’t one of his people,
For in his sight, she’s found mercy and grace,
And became a mother in the linage of grace.
Once a cast out, suddenly budding in grace,
She’s no more that Tamar, just call her Grace.


(c) DK, April 2011

Seasons

Arrrgggg! It feels like winter now,
It’s so cold, lonely and feels strange.
I sit here thinking and wondering… How?
How my fun season unceremoniously changed.
To being confined alone to the center of my room,
With all windows sealed to shut the cold out.
It’s as loud as the dead sleeping in his tomb,
I’m gonna lose my mind; gonna go crazy no doubt,
But even if I did, I can be sure no one would find out,
I just wanna pull my hair, and let it all out with a shout.


Just only a while ago it was like summer,
My life was glowing like the sunshine.
It was full of adventure, so much action,
I felt like I was having the time of my life.
There were hugs, there were kisses,
There were bugs, there were misses,
There were friends, there were companions,
There were trends, and there were opinions.
There were challenges, there were struggles,
There were smiles, and there were giggles.


Now I engage myself with fond memories,
As I sit indoors awaiting the change of times.
So quiet now I can hear blood flowing through my arteries,
Then again I hear some ringing in my head like chimes.
I think I would need to jump outside before I go insane,
But then, the cold will make me sick again and in pain,
So I guess u have no other choice than to sit and wait,
Until this ugly season once again changes its state.
But I vow that when it comes back this time around,
I’m gonna be leaving with it wherever it’s bound.




© DK, October 2011

Win or Lose

There will never be passion,
When there is no competition,
There will not be a true Champion
Where there is no able challenger
There will be no excitement,
When you keep winning all the time.


Winning puffs and makes arrogant,
But losing deflates the elephant.
Till the elephant becomes like an ant,
Hiding in holes and planning strategies,
Finding mates, learning how to survive,
And realizing what it feels like to be small,


Better deflated than exploding with a burst,
The ant now grows back into the elephant,
Only this time a much better elephant,
Who has learned what it takes to be lowly.
The winning days represent the elephant,
While the losses represents the little ant.


Sometimes you win,
Sometimes you don't.
Although winning is important,
It means nothing without losing.
For the value of winning is in losing,
And the beauty of losing is winning.


Therefore, Its not all about winning,
You could seeminly have won, but yet lost
And you could have lost, but yet won.
The true winner is he who gets better.
Whenever you win, be sure to enjoy it,
And when you lose, try to learn from it.


But know that life is not only wins or losses,
They both work together to teach us lessons.




(c) DK, October 2011

Facing My Nemesis

Oh No! There she comes again,
Bringing with her my misery & pain.
I better run before she drives me insane,
If she gets me, she will shorten wires in my brain,
She’ll perforate my little confidence & make it drain,
Then stick around to torment like a stubborn stain.
I guess should handle this as a man & not complain,
She shouldn’t always chase me in like a heavy rain,
But how & to whom would I be able to explain,
That a skinny girl knocks me down like a train?


Now I gotta get my body & soul together,
I gotta handle this shit a whole lot better,
Remembering the words of my sweet mother,
“Face your fears & be a winner, not a quitter”,
But what does mama know about a brother,
And how it feels seeing sexy eyes that glitter,
Altering his brain box: Putting it out of order?
I have to get it together & boldly step up to her,
Warn her intensely to stop being a heart-eater,
Before she would be held responsible for murder.


Dang! I think I have already had enough,
Now it’s time to man up & be tough!
Clears throat… It’s practise not a cough,
I hope my practised deep voice pays off.
I’m just gonna wait for her here in the sun,
I hope I won’t regret this after all is said & done,
I shouldn’t! I thought about this for over a week,
As she’s stepping closer & closer I’m getting weak,
Now I’m shivering in the sun, I think I’m sick.
I guess I’ll just do this on another day.


© DK, June 2011

My Best Friend & I

Unmerited favour,
Giving rest from labour.
Lifting the weak & lowly,
Transporting him to glory,
This is my story…


Forgotten & totally lost,
He located & found me out.
He came to saved me at no cost,
Saying the price had been paid,
Paid for in some life for life trade.


So a king’s life instantly became mine,
And my old life was taken away & buried.
All of a sudden my life became so fine,
That Beauty & I eventually got married,
With Favour & Glory also joining in to dine.


He gradually became my true & best friend,
And I get better with every moment we spend.
For me, it’s no more pains: No more struggles,
Because at points where another fails & fumbles,
He comfortably carries me over on his shoulder.


I asked & he told him his name was Grace!
I knelt to say thank you, as I referentially lowered my face,
Then he said it wasn’t him, who deserved the praise,
Coz it was his assigned duty to help me in my race,
And to take me to the Master’s intended place.


I asked him if he would leave me, if I messed up,
He said there is more than enough of him to clean it up.
I asked if he would do the same for my family & friends,
And he said it would be his pleasure to be there for them,
But they should turn to the master to send him to them.


© DK, June 2011

Trust Me

I am not the Almighty God,
But I want you to believe in me.
I may not share your family blood,
Yet, you can always to count on me.
I’m no gold-digger; I’m not a fraud,
All I need is for you to trust me.


You can relax & close your eyes,
Let go & have a sweet, sweet nap.
Bam! The next thing you will realize…
You are in a world not on any map,
You are in Wonderland: A paradise,
As your pillow remains my comfy lap.


Hey! Take cushioning on my chest,
As I carry you in my strong arms.
Forget all your worries & just rest,
For in my arms, there’s no harm.
Just like you did to your mom as a baby,
Would you just trust me?


OK! If you choose to walk, it’s alright.
Then I’ll walk with you day & night.
I’ll hold your hand & lead the way,
Guide you through, so you won’t stray.
Here is my hand, what do you say?
By now, you should trust me anyway.


See… I can spice up your world,
I can even take you out of this world.
I can, and will show you how to fly,
Teach you how to soar above the sky.
I can make the paradise dream come true,
Only if you would just trust me!


Do you trust me?

© DK, March 2011

Heart Terrorist

High intensity; High-Octane,
It’s electrifying, so insane.
Like the world’s craziest rock band,
I mean the best of the best in the land,
Passing currents as the guitar clicks,
Performing magic with drum sticks.
High tempo sounds; High energy,
Music synchronizing in synergy,
Turning my calm world all over,
Giving me the crazy Rock fever.

On and on like a long distance runner,
Can’t stop, can’t hold back for a second,
But yet getting weaker by the second,
Trying to win it all and not be second.
Heartbeat rate rapidly increasing,
The stamina gradually decreasing.
Both eyes fixed on the goal ahead,
Both legs rebelling against the head,
And the heart isn’t cooperating either,
Can’t wait for the long race to be over.

As electrifying as that crazy Rock band,
That’s how you constantly blow my mind.
Like a runner… Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!
That’s how fast my heart constantly beats.
Shhhhhh!... Now hear how my body heats.
Tick! Tick!! Tick!!! That’s the countdown,
Before my heart explodes & crashes down.
But hey trust me; it’s only a matter of time,
Before you get arrested for a terrible crime,
A crime called heart terrorism…

Because you are a HEART TERRORIST!


© DK, March 2011

After Nine Years

How fast time flies right before one's eyes,
It's already being nine years to my surprise.
Nine years of living my life without you,
Nine years of living memories about you.


Here I stand staring at your photograph,
Just like the celebrity I wish to get her autograph.
But an autograph is nothing compared to my dream,
And my dear wish that I could see you once again.


Some say I should have gotten over it after nine years,
That I should have been done with the pain & tears.
But how can a hungry man be happy if he's not fed?
How can a longing soul be glad unless it's been satisfied?


My heart hasn't stopped outpouring fountain of your love,
Even though you've been away; somewhere up above.
My body & soul just wonders what it feels like again,
To be wrapped around you in a nice, warm embrace.


I must confess that I'm envious of the Angels right now,
Coz for the past nine years, they've been enjoying you,
But then, I remembered that I had you for about eighteen,
Therefore, I have had double the grace they currently do.


Who would forget your beautiful, soft and thin voice?
I'm sure it harmonies with that of the Angels in Heaven.
After carefully thinking I say... "Why shouldn't I rejoice,
When I have someone watching over me from Heaven?


As you look down right now, I hope you are proud of me,
I hope your heart rejoices in the courageous son you see,
That your little boy is becoming the man you wanted him to be.
Oh what a joy it would be to know that you don't disagree.


Nine years could be seen as a long or short while,
But it's long enough for me to miss your lovely smile.
Regardless of all, I'm happy to say that after year #9,
I'm still going on stronger and I'm doing perfectly fine.


© DK, December 2010



In loving memory of my late beloved mother,
Omolara Aderenle Akintokun-Shittu
(April 19 1952 - Feb. 15, 2002)
May She continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord.



I LOVE AND MISS YOU LOADS!!!

You Said

I remember when you said to me,
That in your arms is where I should be,
That I’m safe right there in those big arms.
Though the enemy attacks with fierce arms,
And builds up deadly devices to hurt & harm,
I’d always be protected in the center of your palm.



You said I should wipe away my tears,
That the silent cries of my heart you hear.
You said you see, you know & you care,
That in my sorrow & pain you also share.
You told me to cast upon you my burdens & fears,
And take on me the easy & light one you bare.



You said the scary giant I saw, I will see no more,
That you can do it again just like you did before.
You said you would turn my tears into laughter,
And my tests will become testimonies right after.
You said I should be strong & keep my head up high,
Looking beyond the hills, the mountains & the sky.



You said my Lebanon will become a fruitful field,
That you will be the strength of my heart & my shield.
You said my fruitful field will then become a thick forest,
And as long as I stayed with you my soul will find rest.
You said since I trusted in you, I wouldn’t be put to shame,
For shame isn’t the portion of those who trust in your name.



You said you were working it out, although I couldn’t see it,
I thought... how can I believe you are, when I can not see it?
Then you said, blessed are those that haven’t seen but believed,
That it’s because of unbelief, the ancient men never received.
Therefore, I decided to trust & now that I think about it,
You have brought to pass every little thing YOU SAID.



© DK, January 2011

Silence

They say silence is the best answer for a fool,
But it also often make one look like the fool.
Be swift to hear but be slow to speak,
Do that! And you would be termed weak.


My silence could be my weakness,
But my silence is also my strength.
It’s a deadly weapon in my closet,
And a vital tool in my back pocket.


When I’m silent, no one knows my mind,
No one can tell what I’m thinking about.
My intentions no one will be able to find,
And my deep secrets none would figure out.


Whosoever keepeth his own tongue is wise,
But saying the right words is twice as nice.
That is why I filter out my thoughts nicely,
So I could open my mouth and talk wisely.


My words mean so much to me,
That’s why I carefully choose them.
Each & every time I open up my mouth,
I make sure what comes out is wisdom.


Words said is like broken a broken egg,
It can’t be picked up and put together.
Apologies can’t take it back when you beg,
It has gone forth, never to return forever.


Actions they say speak louder than words,
So I invest in my actions and save my words.
I raise my actions pitch over that of my voice,
Because loud voices often comes out as noise.


Many words don’t make one justified,
So I say words that make others edified.
I’m silent doesn’t mean that I’m clueless,
It’s certainly not a sign of my weakness.


I might be quiet, but definitely not slow,
I might be silent, but obviously not dumb.
My silence is my secret you’ve always wanted know,
My silence is what makes me explode like a bomb.


© DK, December 2010

Myself versus Love

I hate being alone,
But, I love my personal space.
I don’t like answering my phone,
Yet, loneliness is written on my face.
I like to be me & do things on my own,
And still, I don’t wanna be all alone.


My laptop is my companion,
TV has become my best friend,
Coz it stays quiet until I turn it on,
And stops when I want the talking to end.
I simply get to control it & take dominion,
With no apologies: No hard feelings.


This is the major issue with me:
I want to be happy, but also be free.
Routines end up getting to bore me,
Coz I’m as random as I could ever be.
I like to explore the new things I see,
Spontaneous; not a freak, that’s me.


I wanna know how it feels to be in love,
But I just don’t know if I can sacrifice.
I wanna sell my heart in the name of love,
But I’m not sure if anyone can pay the price.
I wanna be myself & I also wanna be in love,
But it seems impossible, that’s why my heart cries.


It is like being hungry & full, all at once.
Like crying & laughing at the same time.
A part of me tells me I want somebody,
But the other part of me says I need nobody,
Coz my happiness shouldn’t depend on anybody,
And now, I don’t know what I want anymore.


© DK, Nov 2010

Like a Chameleon

There is nothing I see now that won’t vanish,
Nothing I eat that won’t finish.
All the problems I have today,
Will one day surely pass away.
The pain I’m presently going through,
And the cut I got from the spear life threw,
Are definitely not going to last forever,
It won’t keep flowing like a river.
I know it sure has an expiry date,
That will usher in a change in fate.



They say every good thing comes to an end,
That’s why I cherish every good time I spend.
Seeing how a day ends up becoming a night,
And how darkness takes over from sunlight.
Not that the moon overcame the sun in a fight,
It’s just that each of them has its own time.
Everything in this imperfect world changes,
Just like the sun & moon agreeably exchanges.
Teaching that nothing in this life is permanent,
And that change in this present life is imminent.



Times & seasons do change,
And people also change with time.
Feelings & emotions do change,
But he makes all beautiful in his time.
Each day comes with a great challenge,
Wondering what will be the next to change.
That is probably why the earth is spherical,
So it can easily roll around which ever way.
Therefore, never trust a very good day,
For it could change like a Chameleon.


© DK, October 2010

Beauty to Beast

They said she was once like Jesus,
That she was gentle, meek and mild.
But now she's a terror to all of us,
As she’s gone extremely wild.
Getting her to talk then was by force,
What has happened to that quiet child?




Suddenly she has become a wild beast,
Like a ferocious beast from the east.
She uses human hearts for a feast,
Devours them from the greatest to the least,
And uses all their tears for her drink,
With pleasure like a boy skating on a rink.




There is intensity in her eyes,
That no one could behold.
Fire comes out of her mouth,
A fire that scares even the bold.
In her presence, even the soldier trembles,
As the steel in his heart utterly crumbles.




Like a remote, she controls men,
Make them shiver like they caught a cold.
Approaching her is like walking into a lion’s den,
They shake like babies although they are old.
She dominates with a tender but yet strong fist,
Her intimidating beauty turned her into a beast.




But as for me, I’m a different kind of man,
I tame the so called beast because I can!
She isn’t a beast to me: she’s a Beauty.
She’s my soft spoken Angel, so pretty.
But if you come too close to my Beauty,
I’ll make my Beauty turn into a beast.




© DK, October 2010

I am a Student

I am a student,
And life is my classroom.
My experiences are my teachers,
And my friends are my classmates.
My mind is the blackboard,
My heart is my note book.
The word is my text book,
And my prayer is my ruler.
My mistakes are my sharpeners,
And my good deeds are my pencils.
The skin I have on me is my uniform,
My challenges are my examinations,
My failures are my home work,
My successes are my promotions,
And God is the able school principal.





As long as I remain in this mortal flesh,
And breathe this nasty air some call fresh,
I will! Yes, I will always remain a student,
For my skin is the uniform that qualifies me.
So as long as I live, I’ll open myself up to learn,
Just like I did as a little boy in that classroom.
I’m seated, focused with my notebook & pen,
That I might have the best of grades to earn,
Knowing that failure to learn ends in doom.
Just like my long 30cm ruler back in the day,
My prayers straighten up my life’s pathway.
My experiences & mistakes makes me wiser,
And their corrections make my life even nicer.
Therefore, I will keep working tirelessly hard,
Like the good student I have been called to be.





© DK, October 2010

Why Why Why?

Father can you still hear me?
Are you there, can you still see?
For months I have been praying,
Yet nothing has been happening.
If only I have faith & believe,
You said I will ask & receive.
Is that a lie, I’m I being deceived?
Coz I have asked & have not received.
I thought you said you could do all things,
Why haven’t you done mine, is it my sins?
I cried to you mornings, afternoons & nights,
Can’t you see my tears from heaven’s heights?
Sorrow has become the meal I eat every day,
Tears have turned into the water I drink daily.
Why don’t you answer my prayers… why?



Child, it hurts me to see you cry,
I hear your voice over & over again,
In agony asking me, why… why… why?
Why I have left you with so much pain,
And doubting if my word is true or a lie.
But listen child; here is the truth of it all,
I’m not deaf, I hear you every time you call,
And I always speak to you right there,
But you are far too impatient to hear,
And listen to what I had to say to you.
How can I take control of your situation,
When you have refused to give me the space to?
Now all you need to do is to trust me & let go.
Just step aside & stay out of my way,
Then stand still to see my salvation this day.



© DK, September 2010