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