I found this treasure a little while back
“Converted wood embroidered in legible ink”
And for distances it ran
I found it at first a little tasking too much work put into masking
But then I indulged
Placed my mind in its extended arm – its pages
Bidding for me to take a ride
And in I went; into the boat ride, into the plane ride, into canyons
Into remote African villages
Ensconced at a bonfire rendezvous
Listening to tales old and worn for generations long
As the images came alive in the midst of the burning flame
I have ventured into homes existent and nonexistent, smelt the fresh brew of coffee just made in the midst of generals plotting a Pogrom.
Looked at their maps, saw their eyes
The coldness of a human man
I have lived in foreign planets
In Utopias I would rather not withdraw from; in fields, in war in love,
In tragedy; appalled by the Tess of d’Urbervilles
Living through the lives of a bride, of a toddler
Of a Castaway; His wreck his life
Of an Igbo man and His engineered proverbs
Of a confused soldier at the battlefront
Wishing it all a dream, wandering war’s worth
As he dives in desperation into the sea
Of Mummies and Vampires who drain life and have a love life
I have travelled in the stroke of lines painted
Animated buffoons; a cat who is one with a dog and still has fun
Oh! I have had fun
With an Animated Princess
Obtained a magical carpet, eloped on a joy ride with jinni’s lamp by my side
Contemplating which wish would be bliss for my companion and bride
I have danced in snow here in Nigeria
Laid before a fireplace I never had and saw pixies descend with green hats
I have seen the sun rise over the horizon to reveal the Image of Holmes reaching a conclusion
Watched a female life from her cradle room to the funeral room
And in between held her hands for her first dance
I have walked through the vineyard which Ahab stole watched the grapes turn a full blood hue
Screaming- murder! Oh Lord where is your order?
Nodded my head walked home on a boulevard graced with olive trees.
Only to find her waiting at my doorstep
My beauty my bride
Too long I have kept outside
My eyes offer an apology
The door slams behind us
It’s time to be one
I am only 27
What books can do for you.
Walt Disney
“The greatest treasures in the world are to be found in books”
“Converted wood embroidered in legible ink”
And for distances it ran
I found it at first a little tasking too much work put into masking
But then I indulged
Placed my mind in its extended arm – its pages
Bidding for me to take a ride
And in I went; into the boat ride, into the plane ride, into canyons
Into remote African villages
Ensconced at a bonfire rendezvous
Listening to tales old and worn for generations long
As the images came alive in the midst of the burning flame
I have ventured into homes existent and nonexistent, smelt the fresh brew of coffee just made in the midst of generals plotting a Pogrom.
Looked at their maps, saw their eyes
The coldness of a human man
I have lived in foreign planets
In Utopias I would rather not withdraw from; in fields, in war in love,
In tragedy; appalled by the Tess of d’Urbervilles
Living through the lives of a bride, of a toddler
Of a Castaway; His wreck his life
Of an Igbo man and His engineered proverbs
Of a confused soldier at the battlefront
Wishing it all a dream, wandering war’s worth
As he dives in desperation into the sea
Of Mummies and Vampires who drain life and have a love life
I have travelled in the stroke of lines painted
Animated buffoons; a cat who is one with a dog and still has fun
Oh! I have had fun
With an Animated Princess
Obtained a magical carpet, eloped on a joy ride with jinni’s lamp by my side
Contemplating which wish would be bliss for my companion and bride
I have danced in snow here in Nigeria
Laid before a fireplace I never had and saw pixies descend with green hats
I have seen the sun rise over the horizon to reveal the Image of Holmes reaching a conclusion
Watched a female life from her cradle room to the funeral room
And in between held her hands for her first dance
I have walked through the vineyard which Ahab stole watched the grapes turn a full blood hue
Screaming- murder! Oh Lord where is your order?
Nodded my head walked home on a boulevard graced with olive trees.
Only to find her waiting at my doorstep
My beauty my bride
Too long I have kept outside
My eyes offer an apology
The door slams behind us
It’s time to be one
I am only 27
What books can do for you.
Walt Disney
“The greatest treasures in the world are to be found in books”
Written by: Femi Ashamo
Contact: 08072169691
Twitter: femizoet
Femi Ashamo ©2017
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