Six steps to what we have become

Six steps to what we have become

I see you with him
and you see her with me
but we have learnt
to bite our lips,
smile at the ones
we truly love
and give them the remnants
of our spent passion.
We cannot be soul mates
shouldn’t be together…
but as I bury all of me in you,
your lust,not finding my vest
burns an S into my chest.
What does S stand for,Sam?
Superman?Soul mates?Samantha?

Now dat your bruised & broken heart
has been ground 2 dust
I know you can never love again.
So I won’t ask you to love me
I just want you to fall
in love
with me
and let me do all d loving.
My own heart has been broken
time and time again
into seventeen unequal pieces
but I will give you the largest nine
and then you,my goddess
will learn to love again.

Your beauty is the freshest dew
in history’s finest morning.
It is the filament of the sun –
hot,brilliant,everything love should be…
It is the sound of heaven’s choir
at the peak of their praise.
It is a fire that burns out oceans
and lights up the dying sky.
It spills its libretto in hushed words
and my heartbeat echoes its surreal music every split second.
Words do it the greatest injustice.

I don’t want to change flowers on your grave
or make my spirit watch
when you bring fresh flowers.
I want to die in your arms
when you die in mine
and cross the Pearly Gates with you
at the same time.
I watched the sun rise
on your lips today.
I want to watch them
till we are old & grey.
I want your closed eyes to be my sunset
and I want to love you
till my sun sets.

Slivers of my heart
are going the wrong way.
Taking the short route?
I don’t know.
They go through my rumen,
reticulum, abomasum,
blah, blah, blah…
I can’t perceive the odour of my faeces!
Another love dog dies.
Shards of my heart
enter my veins and arteries.
They tear through my skin
Do I look like a porcupine?
Shrapnel from my heart go far.
They hurt those in my rectangle
but they will get her.
They will.

The moonlight seeps in through the window
lighting up my brown eyes
but the darkness in my heart
holds me down.
You are close to me
giving me your only possession-
a property I can’t touch,
a gift I can’t see,
a sacrifice I can’t feel…
I’m looking at the mirror again.
Its scary soul
reminds me of my cold heart;
ice with a lot of water inside.
Still you sell me free icy nothings,
your only possession,
for a piece of my warmth-
a possession I can’t touch
a property I can’t see,
a sacrifice I can’t feel,
a gift I can only hear…
all the love in your heart?

What WE have become.

We are now the secrets of sisters and mothers who crossed their legs and ate our pillows.
Shudder when we call you brother.
Be afraid when we call you friend.

22 thoughts on “Six steps to what we have become” by Ebuka (@murney_okosisi)

  1. Some I got, Some I did not. But since they are steps to the becomed* I think love is what connects them since it is the reoccuring theme, but the last step and verse make me wonder.
    Get rid of the abbreviations.
    Some lines made me laugh, esp. that porcupine line.
    I wish you could explain this poem to me properly, but alas! poets hate to do that..
    well done, Murney. $ß.

    1. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

      Just read it frm d angle of a step by step account of a man who finds lust,dumps luv,converts his new found lust to luv,means it,waxes lyrical,gets his heart broken,takes out his hurt on another,goes after and gets mothers and daughters who will claim they have nothing to do wth him…
      Hope I ddnt explain it.

      1. Now it makes clearer sense and that Mother-daughter thing seems more hilarious.
        …who closed their legs and kissed/ate our pillows… Wouldn’t opened would be better in that line since they be doing?
        Thanks. No, you didn’t explain na. Lol

      2. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

        @sibbylwhyte they b doin but a gentleman neva tells.letz just agree dat d legs were closed and they ate pillows (which of course is impossible).
        Thank God I ddnt explain.

  2. I love this…but somewhere in the last 2 verses I got lost…

    1. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

      Thanks boss @topazo.
      My reply to @sibbylwhyte myt help wth d last 2 verses.

  3. Beautiful piece….well done!

    1. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

      Thanks @Jadesola.

  4. This is gud, murney

    1. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

      Thanks @praize

  5. ‘Your beauty is the freshest dew’ … beautiful line from a beautiful piece …

    1. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

      Thanks @josephoguche

    1. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

      Thanks @elovepoetry.

    2. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

      Thanks @elovepoetry.

  6. I love this. You are good. Fact .

    1. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

      I love you…Fact!
      Thanks @hymar

    1. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

      I greet u @josephoguche

  7. murney_okosisi (@murney_okosisi)

    Thanks @innoalifa

    1. you’re welcome

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