Wednesday, 14 September 2016

December 6th (The Raconteur)



Words can't basically describe how this day ended,
It felt like roll camera and action whereas it wasn't scripted.

We all didn't come to this world to enjoy the fancy things, were her exact words repeatedly.
It felt like a familiar stranger talking to you,
Indirectly telling you your worries and giving you the solutions to them at the same time.
It felt like a messenger from God,
Similar to the ones we read about in the Holy Book.
I felt bottled in her ideology but I wasn't too deep in it.

She said,
We are God-like, since we are made in his Imagine,
And each and everyone of us has a purpose on earth,
Depends on if we actually want to fulfill that purpose and if we say we don't wanna do it,
The Most High has replacements in abundance.
It's pretty much you could be part of the greats but you really aren't relevant.

The human form is weak,
Even Jesus Christ couldn't bear it anymore whilst on earth,
"Father let the cup pass over me"
Our conscience is our guide and paves paths for us.
There are greater forces we don't see powerful than the physicality of our realm.

She then proceeded to saying we humans are wicked,
How can we boldly kill the one thing that's loyal to a fault to us,
How can you kill man's best friend,
How can one kill something that trust man so much even though it knows you might harm it at this point.
How man makes feast with flesh of a loyalist on a table bewilders her being.
She then despised the human race further and from observations she hated the form she was in and I got spooked out afterwards.

She began to sound like a psycho,
She began to sound like she was gonna die soon, 
Saying,
"I'm not scared of dying, I know who I am,
The world is evil and we humans are wicked".
I could understand her traveling down that path but I had to swim ashore off her troubled water so I don't get buried in her thoughts.

Whilst dizzy and I decided to call it a day,
Randomly,
The bartender decided to pick a fight with us,
Then I told myself the events of this night wasn't outta mere chance and God needed to pass a message to me, well at least it seemed so.

I ended up bewildered then dizzy came along and we journeyed down a lost path with only her messages to hold on to.

Two Sides (The Raconteur)



The break of dawn,
I watched as the Daisy flower sprout to beauty.
With finesse, it bloomed to the glory of the morning sun.
Oh what an epitome!
Nature is indeed the mother of the world.

Two birds, one harmony,
They flew to perfection in the eyes of the extraordinary around the Daisy flower.
The feeling of the morning breeze upon thy skin,
The smell of my coffee tang past my nose,
That refreshing feeling,
Now peace is restored.
Nature meets pleasure.

Clattering sounds of thunder storm on a day that seemed nature was tamed,
Mustered from the gate of heaven,
The other side of nature looks unleashed.

Wind whirling up to the heavens as it gathers swift momentum.
Water level rises above limits,
Destruction is seconds away.
Nature looks to have turned against its own,
Its hit the walls of destruction.
Nature meets destruction.

Two sides,
Good and bad, Right and wrong.
It's whichever we decide to show.
We are two sides in one body,

What defines us is mostly that side that displays the most.

                                                              - Devante.

Saturday, 13 August 2016

Pink Pleasure! (The Raconteur)



They say you're just a carriage for baby making and nothing else.
You say you're just a carriage for baby making and nothing else.
I say one person is telling a bold lie and that's you.

No one knows you better than you,
How you gonna let people run a marathon for you when you're in a race with yourself alone?
Your whole being spells life,
Your whole being spells mother with undying affection.
You are pink,
You matter a lot,
Pink matters.

Cotton Malibu candy,
I compliment you better when it's pink,
Though you got shades of different colors like the rainbow.
With the banana and peaches made for mouth-gasm,
Is it safe to say the banana when isolated is a Lone Ranger?
What happens when it meets a fellow Lone Ranger?
Makes for sweet serenade, 
Pink pleasure.

And I heard someone say the stars are the spies of heaven, 
I can boldly accept that statement in all honesty.
With how far they are, it's no wonder they seem so close.
We pray for good and better ways,
But how good is good?
At what point is good goodly or Godly?

Cynosure of the beating heart,
A modern woman with pieces of her African roots imbibed in her,
You worth  more than they say,
Pink matters baby!

Pink pleasure.

Sunday, 31 July 2016

The Girl At The Olympics (The Raconteur)



This is the reaction after the thing,
This is the other side of me you never got to see,
This is me after you,
This is me without you,
This is for the youthful mind to understand the difference between the future and the present.

You know I'll be the first to be proud of you after your fam,
You know you'll be no less than the girl at the Olympics,
You know you'll never know how proud of you I was, when I heard that,
You know these days I'm more or less your Stan.
You know when I heard of this, 
I just wanted to wrap you so tight in the circle of my arms,
with you listening to rhythm of my joyful heart.
I remember how you spoke about events like this.
You know this piece isn't one to make your heart beat in calmness or boost your confidence, 
Oh girl, you thought wrong.

Bittersweet,
You know you'll always have a soft spot in my heart but not as soft as it used to be,
You know you'll be in my thoughts but not as deep as before,
You know I'll one way or another try to know how you're doing.
That's just me,
I'm caring and honest,
I do it because I don't wanna do it.

A former presidential candidate in my country once told me the ideology of life and our personalities.
He said,
"As a young man, you're are learning about life, 
Trying hard to better your tomorrow,
Females can change your tomorrow.
When you're working on your dreams, they'd be too many constraints and in most cases,
It's always the ones we want we don't get and get the ones that we need.
And if you're lucky,
Your wants coincides with your needs,
A happy man you'll be in your lifetime".
I could relate well to what he said as I made reference to you and the girl described as a flower with yellow petals and the girl described in sorry dear ex.
That awoken reality in me and I found comfortability and expressions in my solitude and my poetry.

I wrote this on a Thursday, the 17th of March,
And if I was asked to throwback a memory of us on a Thursday,
I still wouldn't throw back a memory of us on a throwback Thursday,
Life is continuity so there's no point living the past.
I find it hard to say the things I felt comfortable saying and find it hard to feel the way I once felt,
This isn't written out of sheer bitterness or vainly feelings,
But rather out of pure genuinely feelings.

The similarity between then and now is the fact I still want to know you're fine,
And if you ever feel down or need someone to talk to, 
Just know I can  help,
That's just me and that's being real,

C'est la vie, mon ami. 

Friday, 1 July 2016

Sex With You (The Raconteur)


I can't possibly deny the fact that,
Sex with you,
Is the best I've had thus far.
Haven't had much of it these days,
Switched priorities!
I Seldom reminisce about some naughty moments of you and your fuck me face,
Maybe this is the only way I can keep you running through my mind on a canal loop.

I can't arguably deny that you were ideal enough to kickstart things with,
But a peek over your shoulders and I see your dirts.
And when we needed ironing issues out with a million things to say,
We then become loud in silence and leave it up to the sex to resolve it all.
At least it did resolve things until the same issues came up.

I can't arguably deny that I was naive with my decision making and let a couple of words from other people get to my head.
The only thing that changed about me is change,
And looking back on those days, I'd probably make a different decision right now,
I guess I've really killed some part of the boy I once familiarized myself with,
To a benign man who has had a change in focus, in grooming the man to be exceptional.

I still wouldn't blame me for the misfortunes,
The simple truth they say that sets you free was all I wanted to hear,
Though I knew the truth but you felt comfortable in a lie and that dashed my hopes on us.
Boohoo! Jokes was on you.

I'm really gladden with your recent milestone,
It's been refreshen talking to you lately.
Too far apart but we still find a way running through each other's mind.
Pleased to have lit up your soul.
The melanin on your skin as your body moulds in beauty, 
Defying some odds of beautiful,
It's no reason when we're around,
I try to drive your body passionately like my dream car.

I can't possibly deny the fact that,
Sex with you,
Is the best I've had thus far.

I wrote you this symphony to ease off titillating thoughts when next you remember me.

Monday, 20 June 2016

Future Daughter (The Raconteur)



I heard Bruce Willis say;
"God gives us children so we can have roses in December".
But I know with you, he'll give me a garden full.
That's a bounty for the bountiful,

From a birds eye view,
I'll watch you grow into a Wonder Woman,
One that knows how to mend a broken heart but often times take charge of situations.
I'll groom you up into an African woman,
You'll have a strange name that holds earthly meanings of your root, your culture and tribe.
When people laugh at your own,
Sing cheers of Hallelujah because they only mock the continuity of life.

I'll have men chase unicorns then feel butterflies in their stomach, 
Before they can even come close to tasting your sweetness, sweetness.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
I have a sense of eunoia writing this because I know you hold an allure,
I'll breed you into Psalm 31, 
So virtuousness will be the order of your day.
I know you'll be a logophile,
I pray you don't become an eccedentesiast,
Whenever you feel down, always know daddy got you and you're his little girl,
He'd always look after his own.

I sure do know I'll teach you the importance of family,
After God nothing comes close to that.
It starts and ends in your heart.
After running and walking,
Always remember home is where the heart is and it consist of family,
Those that possess loyalty likened to that of a dog to its master.

I expect you to have bad days,
I'll never tell you life is rosy,
I'll never tell you not to cry,
Because it's only a reminder you're alive and going through life.
After it all,
After your journey of life,
Always remember,
We all,
Need love.
And I hope you'll never be too tired to cry,
And too alive to die,
Reginae Maliaka Friday.

Saturday, 4 June 2016

Poetry (The Raconteur)...Happy birthday.


I fell in love with you at age 6,
The very night I looked up at the sky and saw the beauty of the stars.
That very night,
I penned down the most beautiful thing then in my eyes,
Created by one of the greats, Celine Dion.
Every night in my dreams, 
I see you, I feel you.

How beautiful you were and still are,
How beautiful you make expressions come to life,
How beautiful you …
Wait,
You know I can go on and on to tell you how beautiful you are but still wouldn't find the right expression to tell you how beautiful you are.
You know you're my saving grace,
You know you changed my suicidal thoughts the very day I penned down The Poem from my last collection of art.
It felt like the Holy Grail.

I remember the first day I expressed my art when I was 16,
It felt beautiful, 
Then I realised how powerful words are,
Then I thought about how bad my dad must have abused my mom and that shit turned me into a real sicko.

But Solace I found in you on my pursuit of happiness,
Hopes and dreams you sold to me for my talent,
Hopes, dreams and reality you sold to me for my art.
I am Scripturient,
You are, 
Poetry.

Tuesday, 24 May 2016

A Soldier's Tale. (The Raconteur)


Picture this,
The night before, you're having a fun chilling session with your crew,
Happy moments are made and are created into memories the very second the clock ticks.
Priceless right?

Now picture this,
12 hours later,
You're picking body parts of some of your crew members,
As though in a butcher shop,
Trying to buy your favourite meat and picking it's body part for your assessment.
Yea, that scenario.

I have your mind focused on a motion picture,
I have you thinking more than A,B,C.
Now, I think I have your attention.

The brothers in arms,
Dedicated and swore to always put the protection of their country as their number one priority.
Now apply the second paragraph of this poem to the life of a soldier.
It's even pathetic when I say the government of the country I live in don't even come close to half on a scale, in supporting its soldiers.
Unfortunately,
But this is almost a routine for soldiers in sambisa forest, Borno state, Nigeria.

With the sprouting rise of boko haram,
It's difficult for the average citizen of the country to have a concrete reason to how these villains still operate.
He described these villains as kids with ammunitions 3 times of what they have,
Roaching like roaches in the jungle.
Hatred in the heart of this soldier towards some of the country's leaders,
If given the chance, wouldn't hesitate putting a bullet through the head of these "lead-ass". 

He's heard unending cries of mothers in agony,
The stronghold of a fathers tear,
The uncertainty and unclarity of hope for my brothers and sisters in search for a clear mind and better days.

I could see flames in his eyes as he told this tale,
Pain means nothing to this man,
Death is as anticipated like his next breathe.
In disbelief he thought I was in, the night he told this tale but really I was trying to apprehend how he actually felt,
I mean my closest imagination could only be drawn from movies relating to this.
When I asked what made him join the force, he replied;
The love for his parents and that for his girl.
The passion that came with his reply made for realization that;
A Soldier’s love is true,
A Soldier’s loyalty is true,
A Soldier’s tear is heart felt.

At some point when he spoke,
I had to draw a boundary,
This is no ordinary man as he sparked reality in mind.
In his words,
“Guy as me and you dey here like this, if na jungle we dey you for no see my teeth, any slight waka from you, I no go waste time pop one for your head”.
We all laughed at this but in my head I became extra cautious and gave thanks to The Most High we weren’t in the jungle.

This man’s demons are far from reality,
This man’s demons are far from bad and good,
This man’s demons are of the grim reaper.
He's the closet thing to life and death.

                                                                  - Devante.

       *P.S This piece was written on the 8th of November 2015.* 

Monday, 2 May 2016

Tatted Angel (The Raconteur)


She's the girl every girl looks up to,
She's the girl most parents wish was theirs,
The girl every guy wish was his.
Her modesty, she portrays, 
Makes her the girl everyone wanted around.

Orphan girl from a young age,
She struggled with her grandmother who taught her the core values of a lady.
She listened to grandma,
As grandma's words brought that of wisdom.
Grandma's words gave her guidance and made her the girl everyone wanted around them,
At least it seemed but there was more of her that was far from their eyes.

A young beautiful girl,
She's seen her friends attain some kind of "next level",
She feels detached from her friends she's done everything with.
Grandma's words knocks on her membrane,
She has an inner conversation with her conscience,
She's faced with two different choices that could well pan out her life overtime.

She visualises herself a superstar,
The visions of the glamour attain heights in her mind,
Which then made grandma's words less remembered,
She's deviated from her lessons.
The weekend is where she becomes her true self in the big city,
During the week she feels caged under grandma's umbrella.
She's become a different kind of Angel she's known for,
Her new found way now wanders the path of the dark angel.

Her mouth has become smoother than that of oil,
And her lips sweeter than that of honey,
Her path is that of the highway to hell,
With remains of a woodworm.
Do you wanna wander this path?

Tatted Angel,
In a black and white world, 
Her true colours show.
Dark shades she has on,
I lost count at 50 but I know she's one shy of 70 so oftentimes she settles for 69.

Her demons oftentimes approach my soul,
Potna!!!
Don't let the devil in.
I'm the last piece to her jigsaw,
I'm one more to her 70.

                                                         -Devante.

Tuesday, 26 April 2016

V.O.L. (views on life) (The Raconteur)


To be born is to someday die,
To love is to someday get heartbroken,
To hate is to disregard,
To live forever is immortality which is crazy,
But true genuinely self happiness is a lifetime.

                                                 - Devante.