True Love, a bedtime story.

I often hear it but I hardly see it;

We all seek it, but few may grasp it.

He said/she said:”I want to live it, explore it, and sing it”.

But all that humming is for the moment being, since all we desire is a fling.

I will seek the deepest desire for my flesh but not for my soul,

I will dream of our perfect evening,

But nightmares of a “forever love” will not haunt my evenings,

Since all I want for the time being is a fling.

How do I see it?

Love is a prison and I was sentenced to forever,

I pleaded not guilty to unconditional loving,

But in the eyes of the jury I was looking romantically sorry.

Sadly true love ran out of our blood-pumping organ a while ago,

We chased it away with the lust of our bodies over the sacrifice of our hearts.

“Son, take women, grab wine and don’t you look behind for time will go by fast”,

Are the advices of the wise.

The days of real and true love are revoked and only our wellspring and ancestor hold the keys to such transcendence;

True love is in decay, fueled by the decadence of our near meaningful existence.

One day in disdain,

We will speak of True Love as a myth for it will be extinct,

A mere legend, turn bedtime story for our offspring.

By

Gael K.Somayire.

A walk in darkness

The day I lost you was the day light was taken from me,

And in darkness I was bonded to be,

Alone without a shadow for company.

Dead man walking…everybody said at the sight of me,

I was a leper whose skin was a reflection of his very own soul;

I was content with my situation since you were no more.

Blind to feelings,

I lost sight of happiness.

Melancholy accompanied me wherever I went,

And decay of my soul I slowly underwent.

I was shackled to the troubles of earth and couldn’t escape this fate.

I watched the diligences,

As they were coming for the utopian to take them to a place called hope.

But I couldn’t hop on it for hope was a distant relative I lost touch with,

And related we didn’t seem to be no more.

I walked in dusk,

Finding comfort in the shadow of the light,

And far away from dawn.

My name became a faded echo,

For they knew me as shade,

A wondering spirit in ache.

By

Gael K. Somayire.

The fate of the Gemini

Born under the stars,

The Divinities chose the Gemini to be mine,

Guide me under the skies.

Cursed with two sides, one good, one bad.

Two souls forever battling to take control of one mind;

My fate was sealed uncertain.

They all love the Gemini;

So they speak.

I was in love with the Aries,

But she chose the Aquarius, for he was sovereignty.

Left with two souls in ache and one heart in pain,

My prophecy was to wonder around the zodiac,

In search of a mate that would change my fate,

But intimate we shall never get.

That is my fate,

Forever loveless because the Gods wrath

Wrote my path,

The path of the twin,

Bound with two souls and one heart;

The fate of the Gemini.

By

Gael K. Somayire.

Serendipity

Her name was serendipity,

she was a thrill seeker, feel seeker; and she found me when i was in seek for her.

Deep in her i felt real again,

Until she vanished where i couldn't aim.

There i was, in seek again to feel real again.

long was my search for the man she made me feel worth,

and all i wanted was to breathe again,

that air of walking like a real man again.

I need her, she completes me,

and completed i needed to be.

my need is not a commodity nor a necessity,

it's vitality to my soul kept in captivity;

captivity i was in for way too long,

and deliverance i needed from my cell of torments

and all i could hear in my everlasting agony was her name,

serendipity.

by

Gael K.Somayire

Street dreams

Blood, bullets and greed thats the formula to succeed;
So I was told by a nigga from the streets.
Dope selling, cash flowing and groupies fondness is every street nigga dream.
A life of thug ruling, living like a king...shit thats more like it.

How about a life of peace and serenity?
Nigga please...I want that street dream!

How about school and academic achievements?
Nigga please...I want that street dream!

I want that street dream,
my gun will be the pen I write my every script in each corner of the streets,
and I will put my all in it to own these streets.

Is that how it's gonna be?
Maybe it will be blood, pain and jail as the aftermath for a dream?
Nigga please...my gun will anchor my street dreams.

What if life is taken from you, how is it gonna be?
Nigga please.....believe in not forgetting those who took a bullet while dealing, in chase of a dream.

What a price to pay to be a street king.
Is that my beast in the belly, my aspiration, my dream?
Nigga please...forget that street dream.

by

Gael K. Somayire.

My truth

Will my truth save me from hell? 

Maybe it's the idea of a clean mind that triggers my hope?

Hope to live my afterlife in a world of perfect bliss.

Loneliness was my misery and the outcome of my honesty,

but i heard that the truth would deliver me from lies and infamy, but still I would face misery.

Is that how it's supposed to be?
If so, i am willing to be miserable for my truthfulness,
and be true to the truth of my honest being.

The truth of my honest being... maybe thats the key to redemption
and an afterlife in a world of perfect bliss.

By

Gael K.Somayire.