CarL's Ink Flame

And in those days, I saw the tides caress the brests of the oceans ...with its deep, gentle and calm strokes I witnessed dry soils smooch the droplets of rain ...and the loud moans of thunder chasing sparks of lightning I marveled as the twinkles questioned the falls of eves ...thus piercing through the thickness of its darkness until the morning dawned with the smiles of the sun warming the hearts of man - a new day! In those days, I cheered at the awesomeness of my maker in the elements.... .....earth, fire, water and wind I embraced the gifts most dear and precious ..... family & friends I stood in awe to the nothingness of man, who lost in his foolishness, thought his wisdom compared to the creations of God. In those days, I pondered the battles of man over man I pondered the unceasing cruelty of man over man in search of honour, title, and glory. Although "we were made simple..." the good book did say, but man's esophagus ever remained stuck in a sing...

A host - Oval and stiff lays the treasures of pain and pleasure, for fun in scare      - but bold to dare. One scoring point in  mutual agreement  to spill and receive. * * A host - Succulent slides     gliding...          - in....out in repetitive sessions of hards crests against softs         - the digest of pleasure thrusting and bursting, wild but gentle, calculated strokes [ mastery ]        in measures for pleasure, as satisfaction  be received when peaks be called climax! * * Reception - Slippery like grease            averting friction for easy traction. Overflowing with rush of pleasure...     pound by pound stroke by stroke        into the milky way for a gush of satisfaction in evident actions as the receptionist welcome blows in moans..... receives and digests! * * A host - A measured ...

A visionary's vision, A vision born cannot be unborn but can be burned in the consistent shut lids of the visionary who fails to awaken from the birthing room - and saddles to the stillness of eternal fate. A vision born cannot be unborn if the visionary lids at full glare, shining brightly to the smirks of sunlight and binges at moon tides. A vision born cannot be unborn! A visionary's vision, - that thin shining light of whispers in gonged prospecting mental chaos burning like due birthing kicks of a babe in its mother's spherical structure. A visionary's vision - that still birth awaiting the joyous pronunciations of life today than tomorrow. Birth that vision! © CarL I.

In sweetness fades of fire-ice romance, we live to die and die to live... eventually living to live and not to die if tests assigned we flew in colours We breathe today - again for tomorrow - Yet next click, a bucket to kick Ours not to inhale for we exhaled our last last second ago. ♡ ...for Onyinye and August  ♡           ♡  (09-09-2022)  ♡ © CarL I.

¹ The bottoms of still oceans digest broken punctured ships like the turbulent sea swallows unbroken whole ships.           .....smiling faces are't any different from visible straight frowning faces! ² The silence of the clouds today doesn't eliminate roars of earthquaking raindrops tomorrow.           .....a setting today, for a rise tomorrow! ³ Ground wrecking rains of today doesn't phase off the appearance of twinkling stars in the darkest nights of tomorrow!           .....a setting today, for a rise tomorrow! ⁴ The daily setting sun falls in sadness...but however rises with towering smiles upon all humanity.            .....a setting today, for a rise tomorrow! ⁵ In a garden of dead plants hitting dead soils,        - a decay            - a rebirth                 - a renew...

(Picture source: https://www.rappler.com/world/africa/united-nations-says-millions-facing-severe-hunger-horn-africa/) Like iya-Basira's sweet jollof rice sold at the junction, in a meal of hunger votes are bought, for piecemeals while peace mills away from reality under flesh covers of waring stomachs. Enslaved by hunger - a political weapon to buy the masses a eucharist not of unleavened bread salvaging tomorrow but a today's bittersweet wine with unsatisfactory digest! The quest for power awakens cruel buyers - hard to blame, for they understand the hunger game... ...a /thumbs-up/ local exchange for a coin, or perhaps two: for the belly too! (Picture source: https://unu.edu/publications/articles/taking-hunger-out-of-equation.html) "I'll take my chances and eat what I see now" you dare proclaim... ...in an Alleluia chorus you exalt "...give us this day our daily bread" for tomorrow shall fend. Amen! ••• ••• ••• Oh then my song to...

I hope not to weep in times of sorrow... ...but my tears betray the boldness of my eyes. I am a man - a Black man and I embrace pain I am a man - a Black man and I embrace sorrow. I am a man - a Black man endurance and strength sums up my natural definition So, when family fails, when economic tumour befalls my pocket, stealth in grave silence - when my broken woman tears strikes... I hope not to weep! I hope not to weep in times of sorrows but my tears betray my Black man's boldness. From birth, I'm beaten but taught not to cry for that feminises my masculinity. So my liquid (tears) freezes - becoming too solid, it bags my eye but soon evaporates for I must remain a man - a Black man. *** A goal getter I am a Black man I strive, I struggle, I hustle to break limits. I am moulded by the arms of the porter Himself  Forged and smelt like metals beaten to shape to shine brightly  The Black man is gold and not cheaply sold!  The Black man is bold and not old to be...

My passion      like flames 🔥  lit up       ABLAZE 🔥 as your      hands  dances through     curls       of    my within... Your every    touch - gentle... crippling       my soul - frozen,          & I melting     with burning 🔥      desires for more       of         you!      ♡ 🕊 ♡     © CarL I.

The dead they say can't live, ironical but true, they yet live, a "life in after". Their realities away from reality and consciousness in dead unconsciousness.  There goes the story of an unruly nation, dead yet alive in optical illusion, like a mirage to onlookers with brightness slapping the crests of ground bringing oblivious smirks to eyes and unturned grins to lips and cheeks.  A nation shortsighted in course - in deciet to forward movement, a Royal Rumble to the stomach, - thus a regurgitated flow for undigested plans. A Captain on reverse set motion pressuring his sailing - in backward thrusts, points forward to his crew - while steadily on a counter-clockwise right propelling.  A nation left domiciled in a life after while in consciousness of breath. *** Hello dear Captain, we'd rather anchor drop, deep dive, cling to immobile bottom rocks, take a swim in defined consistent spots, charge the bloody eyeshots of sharks, than negatively sail.  *** Th...

Undying dead in eternal              blazes ... ♠︎ ... flesh      wailing bone      crunching teeth      gnashing sore      bleeding lip      screaming ... ♠︎ ... Undulating turns for the      acclaimed righteous ... ♠︎ ... Unholy evil in shadowed locks, stupor in cheer under sunny glory of heavenly earth /fell in hell's pool/ in eternity. ... ♠︎ ... Deeds whipping in flashes with every striking flare bleeds weeping. Pain Deep Forever asleep Forever awake! /Fell in Hell/ 'twas just a fall only a fall but not fun. ... ♠︎ ... Here, lock hands grab & pull a second chance bestowed to write rights in light swallowed darks! 🖤 🔥 🖤 © CarL I.

Taken for pleasure, at leisure. Setting a measure, no pressure. Inhaling sustenance Exhaling life The goal was high pleasure, the warnings were clearly spelled in letters to DIE YOUNG. "Haha...a message for the young, and I'm past young age..." silly thoughts until organs gave in and lungs longed for oxygen. Take in....now out! Decades fade away at exhalation of ingest. Take in...now out! organs of a dying old younger than my entire youthfulness. Take in...now out! My youthful self more fragile in shape than the wrinkles of the old. At every respiratory process my life was zapped! I'm dead-lost in my consciousness a total mirage of being to my reality, and lost in my existence.  Buried while breathing, I buried myself alive. For my inhaled breaths add more death than life. A complete reverse of man's respiratory cycle, I inhaled death. 🚭 SMOKERS ARE LIABLE TO DIE YOUNG! 🚭  ❌ ❌ ❌ © Callistus I. Okonkwor

Fading in faded phase, I sit discardedly lost in thoughts of plain imagery with you as my only content! As clear as space between land and clouds in day  - my brain explodes with explored images of nothing... Nothing...but you! Your pictures slaps unconsciousness to reality, thus quenching tasty brains with chills of more of you! I am you... You are me! In silent darks and noisy brights, in plainlessness of thoughts I find only you sitting unfaded! ♤ 🕊 ♤ CarL I.

Taking a time out... not alone but in company of a lonely moon. We talked... We chatted of how long it sits alone in a distance of itself, away yet close to the most distant humans on earth. How its light bring cheer and cuddle to hearts although "evil persists at night", its brightness never leaves a dull moment.  DON'T STAY FAR AWAY no matter the distance! The lonely moon beckoned. I'm here all night... I replied! ☆ ☆ ☆ C.I

Day after nights Nights after day You heart deep hurt for the grudge of others you bear. ... ... ... Losen up in calm solace, Ease in the blazes of autumn, Allow its sprinkling mildness in grace of space and fellowship of thoughts breathe through the entirety of none other but #Ungrudged self. 🕊  © CarL I.

Awake thee spirits;               - dust to dust                     - dust to flesh         of earthened being                and fall asleep           in the cozy      aisle of lonely   wretched soul. Your #Re-ascension,         lantern high & full moon    to the cheer                of Crows and Owls!         #Possessed 🖤 🖤 🖤 - CarL I. -

I cried at the smile of the grave, stared in mute with unblinking gazes and weary searching eyes affixed to its welcoming gestures. _Shivers..._ I see... a sign of peace - no, just a cross the priest gestures. Sprinkles, Sprinkles, salt-water on sand crumbs _Tasteless..._ Roses soaked widowed behind orphaned Heart beats - pounding Eyes shut - darkness No - not me, but them I see them - they don't see me No! - a yell audibly inaudible a #GhostCry _Resonating silence_ in this lonely grave. I see now all here just for me The weeping dead for the living _vice versa_ "Till we meet ~again~ soon" for now I'm alone with my boxed friend, No friend in the grave For now, it is my turn Tomorrow, awaits your turn! Oh you... _Coimetrophobia_ 🖤 🖤 🖤 - CarL I. -