I.
Do you perchance, have a shuttle in the crypt,
the very travel on the distances between her legs,
the no distance voyage of the spirit to God’s whole own witherrand.
Of how the World, word
became contradictions in this ballrooms of Unity, religiously professed.
Here, is an harvest of Soul and I bet you let go, your religious book,
to have yourself by you…
I’m sure you know
-The Crescent moon and Crosses, celestial symbolism and the traditional route to seeking God
-All to sacrifices forever betrothed.
Three trials testing but which is God’s favourite?.
-It is all the medium through God’s eyes for visibility, an inlet to His Spiritual Soul
and this everything that house you in this body, has it way of seeking the gods in the most minute of things,
-why do your eyes while awaken twinkle your heart to sings, even if your mouth is unwilling,
your conscience pricking you for the wrongs you had done, that very wrong you wish you can undone.
II.
The Pope at Cardinal said marriage to him forbidden,
devoting self in whole to God, whose injunction to everyone creation was procreation
and in his pursuit of holiness too,
he seldom stop-by at the alcohol residence
to check on the well-being of bottled ethanol.
Our Esteemed Man on Arabic errand is, marriage closest peer,
he has in his home an harem of Women
and each outdoing self
to prove she is the best,
the newly wedded wife,
joyous in her sorrow.
-I think she should be aware that Our friend is every woman friend and before her,
he has had among them his flavoured favourite.
-His home, a Medinah of distiller’s den
And The Trado kinsmen
were the most hated of the three, by the two, making Us to unseen God haven saw them.
-Their consecrated eyes hidden behind God’s injunctions
to undo the things of God at every junction…
III.
Tell me,whose handwork are padlocks hammered to trees in the deepest of the forest?
Whose venture was the fastened of different sex figurine by wools,
multicolored like rainbow’s rays in summer…
Whose bidding is the gulp of black powder with bottled spirit
before Dawn’s infant eyes to murder the day,
the fairly used goodnight
awakening every eyes to saint’s sleeping.
I have had a fair share of all the three, in tradition I am immersed most
-God knows, so does my paternal grandmother and my mother too.
God’s madness can never be undo by His Creation sanity.!
We all do bad things behind closed doors and come outdoor to claimed it was good…
Dear present,can you take me back to the beginning,
when life was wrong before religion was right!.
✍🏽Abiodun Onatola🌏
2023.
