Saturday, 30 November 2013

Friday, 15 November 2013

The complex notes of the human soul

I'm not a mere follower of what others conceived

I am a creator,
the reflective and philosophical creator of the mind.


The trees so sure of themselves,
in the same place for ages and all around everything shatters slowly
with the uncertainty of times
and as the trees stand tall I wonder
what was it all?

Who knows when their roots first penetrated the Earth?
Who knows when their ashes will be blown by the wind?

*in the bus ride to Lagos (31-08-2013)

Tuesday, 12 November 2013

I think that one of my famous sentences ought to be: I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Saturday, 9 November 2013


No victories, no pain, no sorrow
for there's nothing existent
that won't cease tomorrow

And although it might take a while
to end and disappear
you can be sure it's never been

All you see and feel and hear
is nothing but an illusion
in the reality of the Universe

And even when everything seems all
it's just your mind and your body
segregating chemicals within
to ensure its survival

For nothing is, or has become,
just because it never was.