CarL's Ink Flame

Sometimes we mourn the mornings till dusks of eves seeking a place, a heart, a being - for solace - for comfort unbearing the bangs bleeding from weighted hearts our tears become the normed melody - a now default to our person Pain! Sometimes we mourn. We mourn for the losses with great pain. Tears! - tears of loss  - tears of pain  Our hearts be heavy with grieve, alcohol our only solace - till normed way, we drink our pain away Lost! Soberness, Soberness along the milky-way, easy drips of tears along breast path salt-water in place of milk. Unwind my yesterday, unrepeat my errs how badly I hurt. ... ... ... My today shall claim its cheer in glory than call to glory. My yesterday's loss a pain today for a gain tomorrow. - I cheer! I cheer, I cheer for there is gift in pain.  A gift to discover one's true meaning of life  To find one's solace in one's grieve. ... Like matter transformed from one state to another  I’m earthly life, for we lose to gain...

Indebt lies of her person defined in depths of her grave. Lies leap lips with ease cos her blazing eyes now clayed, her whipping lips forever locked, her fuming breath cotton sealed, and her barking steps motion still. ... ... ... For horror & terror she itched and witched at every inch of breath in life. ... Alas, today, carved & boxed, deep in sunken 6ix, with engraved crucifix staked on her forehead, wholesome unfearful creeps of worms and maggot tears dripping freely from her digested hollow dark eyes - a true reflection of her life's dark heart, She becomes - a champion and a hero in death than in life. For the dead shall not be spoken ill of. So tells the #GraveLies of the dead by the living in graves! 🖤 🖤 🖤 - CarL I. -

Dear Father, A million words will never spell "Thank you" A thousand words can never spell "I love you" Where the end is seen from the beginning, this is the definitive insight and wisdom of a father. You remain consistent in all. You remain our father, my father. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Diokpa! God bless and keep you. Nwadei Sir!!! ❤ - C.I.O.P -

Come, take a ride, a swing, with me... adrift from reality in the watchful eyes of green...red...blue...brown harmony. Come, speak joy and peace until my open spirit cast off my body as gentle melodic bird tunes melt deep my within. I breathe! I'm free!! 🕊 - CarL I. -

I rise only to fall in love. I rise cos I fell in love Arise! Like autumn 🍂 #falls I fall to spring 🍃 you up. I fall cos off your feet you rise upon my fall like the gentle wind pats on dry grass Arise! In any weather, whether I rise or fall in #fall we arise together you & me to bloom wishes of our moon. Arise! Arise... Arise... Fluidly Arise! #vss365 - CarL I. -

My essence, your ascension, a father's love, a father's sacrifice. Grow as I age, a piece of me at a time, every step is worth a stride to thrive a father's love, a father's sacrifice. Climb higher, soar above my heights. Climb higher, ladder my pieces as guidance a father's love, a father's sacrifice. Forged from my pain all for your gain. a father's love, a father's sacrifice. Positive outcomes alleviating my pain my replica, my strength a loving father, a growing daughter, a father's love, a father's sacrifice. My sacrifice, a story untold a father's love, a father's sacrifice! #ToAllFathersOutThere God bless you all. ❤ ❤ ❤ Composer: Callistus Ifeanyichukwu Okonkwor 😊 Acknowledgement to the major poem contributors: • Ngerem Diamond • Kristiana O. Egware • Okechukwu Tochukwu Victor • Okonko Augusta • Sandra Prudent • #Eniola • Nzeh C. Frank • Peter K. Osilike ❤ ❤ ❤

  The kiss of the unknown pierces deep our souls and upon lip to lip, our tongues cuddle in betrayal to reality and jealousy of what does not exist... The kiss of the unknown become; the love we never sort... the joy unexpected... the freckles sparsely spread on the clean sheets of our hearts, gradually dotting densely into our becoming. The kiss of the unknown... the salvific measures taken to warm a broken heart... a reassuring gesture that tomorrow will tell the stories of today... The kiss of tomorrow... a cradle nurtured - that upon crest of breasts to warmth of blanket-spread, a pillow embrace of wishes unfolds. The kiss of the unknown... The kiss of the unknown... The kiss of the unknown... I might predict my today.....not my tomorrow. But the kiss of the unknown, a cheering comfort that tomorrow's glory holds better story than today's gory and agony. Embrace your tomorrow today... Embrace your unknown... Embrace your passion... Embrace yourself... The kiss of the unknow...