Tнε Path of Faith

I wrote this during a pocket of time several moons past. A time when the world stood still as the two once proud and most significant ladies fell and crumbled in a heap of their own filth as the world looked on in helplessness and electrifying awe .... I wonder what thoughts swirled around the steel and concrete heads of the glorious twins as went as they crumbled in-to the yawning abyss forcefully getting wider on the floor of the urban jungle. I wonder.... Oh, great the fall of Babylon!  The once proudest of all the Iroko trees in the land now lay broken and dis-membered in the belly of the urban jungle. No longer do they dominate, being fawned over by man and foe alike. Now, they lay crushed and dis-used like broken dolls who have out-lived their usefulness....  but not be-fore making as grand an exit as their entry had been.  I wonder what sort of conversation they had every morning as they stood high against they sky-line surveying the teemi...

This was written for me by Adonis from a previous reality of mine..... Ode to Aiferhaomo With a pair of damaged knees A bleeding heart And a stony stare She came to the World Thirsty for love; afraid of love Barefooted she's been roving the plains of the Great Dessert Since the beginning of time Looking for her own Ithaca Drained from the ages All those hopeless battles she fought Her body scarred from that endless rebellion Against herself And the soulless crowds Eloquent in her silence Compassionate in her cruelty Tender in her roughness Fragile in her rigidity Submissive in her dominance Dominant in her submissiveness Playful in her loftiness Cheerful in her sorrow Sane in her lunacy Ingenious in her triviality Always balancing at the edge of the blade A scared little child with the looks of a hardened warrior Perfect in her immeasurable imperfections A distant apparition of the Afric...