IMAGES OF DEATH

You think death comes in a dark robe
with a haunting face and a terrible outlook.
Death could come in your greatest desires
and addictions, even in your biggest dreams.
Death could come in those perfectly shaped boobs
and ass, death may be seductive,
maybe in those drinks and wines or cigarettes you take,
maybe in your beliefs and practices.
Death could be as relaxing as your morning tea or coffee,
or in loving touches from your lover.
Death could be in your closest friend.
Death could be your greatest achievement,
the last piece that completes it all.
Like a poet finding the perfect ending to an imperfect poem, even, the beginning to an untold story.
Don’t paint Death in colours of darkness.
Death doesn’t have a terrible image, like temptation, death comes in our greatest desires, addictions and fears.
Death is the bridge between light and darkness.
Death is the photographer and we’re the images.

By Omale Rex

From: A SAD JOKE TO LAUGH ABOUT

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A SAD JOKE TO LAUGH ABOUT

I’m said to be crazy, insane they say,
as broken and imperfect fingers point.
Far from grace, while I’m far from sane.
Lost in my expectations,
I got rich from unfulfilled expectations.
A million naira, I was paid.
In cash, your deeds brought it over to my front door.
You’ll say it was little, but in my heart was a massive raid.
Chaos, my hope came crashing down.
Like the Empire state building, I could definitely relate.
We’re all in this circus, but I’m the only clown.
Watched by this terrible audience, for every laughter they’ll pay.
Who wants a bad clown?
Only those in the Wrong Town.
I promise to be good and crack you up to your last breath,
Let excitement roar and run after you like a circus Lion,
Stifle you with amusement, your joy shall be my windpipe.
Charm your mind to this insane sight.
Before you realise, this merriment would have glued you to your chair,
And this moment would be mine to cheer.
I have you exactly where I want.
In my jokes, you’re the laughter now.
But no need to laugh for long,
I’m no comedian, so I’ve got only a few jokes to tell,
before this unforeseen massacre begins.
Trapped in my jokes, every chuckle, giggle, laugh, is a type of distress.
A shot to your brain, you, burning in flames,
Suicidal laughter, for every unfulfilled expectations,
And for every joke you told just to nake me the clown.
For all the promises, I’ve fulfilled.
For every laughter they’ll pay.

By Omale Rex

From: A SAD JOKE TO LAUGH ABOUT

SORRY FOR BEING RELIGIOUS

First time I read Dan Brown’s “Angel & Demon” I prayed for days for repentance.
They made me believe anything written with that much logicality is blasphemy.
Logic & change is blasphemy where religion stays.
I could be writing about God & post a naked woman’s picture, is she not His work?
“Stop acting like you’re more than dust.”
What if you are?
You know you fail God if you don’t have the courage to taste life, you fail God if you think everything on earth is to take you back to heaven & not a Heaven itself.
God is all those speeches that don’t get said.
God is the mystery that’s unknown.
All black men believe in God but just a handful of whites do and same white sold it to us,
now they changed products and selling something else like “science made us”.
Truth you’ll never hear is how political religion is; religion is created for order,
religion is the King of order in the archaic political world, it’s their never old tools of control.

Religion has bred more wars, destruction and killings than any vices.
Yet, we build the strongest foundations on Religion.
The most chaotic, yet, the holiest.
Where darkness is fought, yet, where it originates.
God’s way BIGGER than your thoughts of Him.
All these things you say He’s against is because you don’t see the BIGGER picture.
We’re too little to have a description of the Almighty, and His decisions, desires and will.
Religion would tell you “when it’s good it’s God, when it’s bad blame the devil.” Who the hell
told you the devil made hell and darkness?
Don’t cover-up for God, he doesn’t need your excuses, He is God.
He can do what so pleases Him.
He created more than religion, allow me grace in His diversity.
I know you want too but religion, your preacher, prophet, etc. won’t let you enjoy the rest of
God’s creation, so you choose to call it sin.
God made it all, I’m sure he won’t mind where and in which of His creation I find comfort.
The truth is religion is more of a business, they’ve sold to a large number of us.
They’ll call me blasphemous due to my nonconformity to their ideas and the box they put my Father in.
He’s my God, not some people’s God.

By ADDICT & SANITY

FROM: A SAD JOKE TO LAUGH ABOUT

A SIP OF MY THOUGHT

I’m aware of your desires to touch the sky
and the entirety of the ocean.
But have you ever paused your desires
to sip a thought of mine?
I’m handsome, charming and sexy enough to desire the stars
and a thousand galaxies where my thoughts can’t imagine.
I deserve a romantic woman; one who’s head over heels for me.
One who kisses me on my forehead and neck,
not one who always waits for me to make the first move.
One who calls me to tell me about a joke that cracked her up,
not one who calls me because she’s bored.
One who takes me for strolls or dates just to watch me fool around,
not one who wants me to be someone else for her.
One shares her tastes in music, nature, literature and culture with
me, not one who only wants to get me pissed or share her worries just to
test my interest in her.
I deserve compliments, tell me how I make you feel warm and fuzzy like
the beach sand on your feet in Summer.
How my presence is like the rise of the morning sun.
Call me what’s not or insane but I deserve all these.
Every woman wants to be loved, cared for and cherished,
they want a man to help them touch the sky or give them the feeling.
But so many women lack true understanding of their men or how to treat them.
So many don’t know how to offer the same “pleasures and privileges” they get from their partners.
Because I am male doesn’t exclude me from all these sweetness and desires.

From: A SAD JOKE TO LAUGH ABOUT

By Omale Rex