Beyond Her Bay: Recent Episodes
Isaac Adewumi
Beneath her breath, she whispers. She says love is a loosing game and all those who play are either mad or damned.
Above all else, I hope like me you find your madness and hold unto it with all of your limbs.
Dear warrior queen, some have said you're an afterthought of creation, but I think you're perfection.
She doesn't win all the time
And her battles have left her with scars.
Her dreams even seem imprisoned within her mind.
When your back is against the wall and your feet is stuck to the floor, when you've stared the Devil in the eye long enough, there's no use running anymore.
Burning bright with smoke of sweat and moans. Where love is the catalyst and no hole is off limits.
Above all else, there's no virtue nature adores, respects and appreciates more than resilence.
For nothing new can grow in your comfort zone and mastery can only be attained in the sanctuary of pain where the body submits to the mind.
I'm not ashamed. I'm not dismayed. I'm not afraid that my journey isn't understood. For I am the painter of my canvas. I am the creator of my history.
There was no doubt when my sword found home within her guts, when lips collided and parted to reveal petals dripping with nectar soon devoured by love and lust. There was no doubt I had arrived at the shores of pleasure.
I used to think knowledge gave me the right to judgement, until I realized my ignorance no matter how big or small will always weigh more than my knowledge.
All my life, I've been fighting for life and all I have has been created or taken. Nothing, absolutely nothing has been given.
Blessed are those who do not expect the best from humans, for they shall not be disappointed.
In the parallel lines of rest and stress, between contentment and the desire for more. I seek excellence in its entirety and nothing else.
There are some days when there's nothing to say. Not because they're no words. But because they're not enough to describe how it feels to self-destruct.
Before this obstacles, more times than I've fallen, I've risen, but lately it feels like winter is coming.
Like a soldier left behind enemy lines waiting for death. Stuck in a loop of loss that never stops, in the sinking sands of pain no shrink can understand.
There are days I desperately want to tell them this words they read and hear are the nails I was crucified with. But I hold my lips. And show them the only scar I know they can relate with. My smile.
In time till now, from the dust to the throne, from the throne to the dust. Power has never been given, it has always been taken.
I'm not sure what she sees, when she stares and runs her fingers across the paintings on my skin. I'm not sure if she sees that I'm a soul flawed from it origins. And I never knew love could be so scary
For this is my land. And if the sons of the devil step foot on its sacred ground, they shall be baptized with holy water, fire and brimstone combined.
Lost at sea, bleeding from places I can't see. I need a miracle. Can't find the courage to admit it, to scream for help aloud perhaps someone in the crowd left their earphones out. I need a miracle.
Always and forever. This was the promise of a lifetime ended in its Genesis. The broken bond of friendship buried alive in the open grave of excuses and lies.
I've tried to stay hate celibate. Tried to build love's caliphate. But it ain't enough anymore. For this world is so messed up, there are days I'm almost sure she can't have redemption.
They just couldn't understand. How a bastard could own a box of alabaster. Why a coward would suddenly put on his armor for war. Why the sailor would head his vesel into the midst of the storm.
Haunted by the past. I've taken pills of therapy to heal. They say I won the war. But I know it left it left me bleeding and raw beneath my armor.
Ashamed and alone. Heart in my hands bleeding from every side. Its a failed love crash land in the desert tonight.
For if you're going to create that which is truly eternal, something in you first has to die.
To be a champion, you've gat to be willing to stand and fight and be ready to fall down and rise.
When you're in love, words are not enough. When you're in love, words don't say too much. When you're in love, actions says it all.
Some have said that the greatest enemy of man is time. Some have said that th greatest currency of man is time. Our lives tick by like a bomb without a timer.
Without doubt, the game is rigged. The board is filled with excuses is filled witj excuses for winners to avoid and losers to choose from. This isn't a game. This is war.
Why spend life in search of what can't be controlled? Like the sun at its height, why not live life unashamed.
God send fear to the brave that they might find the courage to stare it in the face. To use their fears as the fuel that ignites change.
I've rolled the dice many times. Searching for the right hustle to fit my life's puzzle.
I'm not sure of the future. But I know that success has a sweeter flavor when the odds are not in your favor.
For freedom has always come at a price. To survive sometimes you got to deliver death to receive life.
She never said a word. All she did was listen. Listen to tje forbidden truth behind these lines and run her hands across the ruins of my heart.
Long after I'm gone and my name only remains in the vaults of those who knew me for who I was...
She replied: "When I'm with you, my world becomes more beautiful. That's why I chose you".
For there have been days when Lazarus won't come forth. When the tomb in which he lies is just too strong. When Jesus will weep all he wants but his hands will stay nailed to the cross.
When the protector turned predator and those he claimed to love became the victims of his wrath.
The cup given to you is never fair. Sometimes it holds water, smetimes it holds tears. Somedays it will burn your belly, somedays it will taste like honey.
It hurt like hell. To build these walls, lock the door amd watch her walk away with tears dripping down my doorway.
The masterpiece is not the artist most inspired piece. The masterpiece is art in which we see our deepest scars and unsaid heart desires.
And to stand for what you believe in, you've got to draw a line and hope it curves back to you full circle.
For she was a goodess, an immortal reference, a mother who had murdered her dreams and adopted her fears
Count the numbers, throw the dice of truth and let's see if it'll give us a six or reveal our hidden sins.
I'm afraid the seers were right, once you let the darkness in, it never truly comes out.
For when it's my time to ride into the endless night, I don't want to go with a full tank.
Baby, I might never know what it is you truly want. But as long as I stay top of the list of what you'll forever need, I swear I'll never leave.
For though the serpent spends its last coin to buy a spine, it shall never arise again to speak the language of man
For she was my pleasure, she was pain. She was love unrestrained made mortal qnd yet she was the high priestess of betrayal.
I've flayed my skin to save my soul to find a home in that place where demons go to grow. I've betrayed the oaths of family to break the bones of my enemy. What is my hope?
Nigeria might be dressed as a nation. But beneath the flashy white and green, she's an abomination.
The wicked man needs not the punishment of a thousand horsewhips, for he carries within his purse the very seeds of his own destruction.
They say madness is an abnormal world view, I say madness is the only way to create something new.
Beneath this armor of madness, lies a heart softer than a baby's hand. I ain't tough. I want to love. I want to be loved.
I've learnt to be grateful for my pain. To crawl on my knees until I can walk on my feet.
The question has never been if I could defend my light. The question has always been if I could fight and survive after the war is won and crows feast on a meal of dead men eyes.
It easy to believe, you're the only one with a sad song until you begin to sing through an open window and ten thousand choirs join your voice
For those who willfully choose to ignore evil's growth are the soil upon which it grows