YELLOW BLUES XV vs BLACK DREAMS by Stonez

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Guest Writer's Profile

Name: Wahab Olamilekan

PenName: Stonez

Genre: Poetry 

Profession: Social Educator

Location: Nigeria


3. YELLOW BLUES XV


It's hard to understand why everywhere 

is full of dead people

who are carrying within themselves, 

a ray of dark nights molten essence.


It's hard to understand why everywhere 

is full of dead people 

who are hiding within themselves, 

a yoke of dark nights hellish pretence.


It's hard to understand why everywhere 

is full of dead people 

who are pulling within themselves,

a strong knot of sad nights solo struggles.


Stonez 🎶



4. BLACK DREAMS


If I can

sleep in peace

and have some black dreams

on a finely carved wooden pillow, 

I would need not to

worry about any

round cloth bag

that is filled with

too much

hope and expectations.

I would only lay my head on

reality

pain

and revolt.

The world must be aware 

of the thick skin 

which I possessed,

the African skin of the resiliency.

I would be laid naked

not in any good night clothes,

that I couldn't even afford.

If I can sleep in peace

In a deeply rooted African timber,

I would need not 

to worry about the pillow, 

that would make me 

want to have 

a foreign dream. 


©Stonez

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