S.A. David's Blog, page 2

Far Away

The worst had happened.
I died with a smile on my face.
I became a youth again.
I had a new body.
My resurrection occurred instantly.

Far away in a new world I was.
A new earth, I'd describe it.
If all in the old dilapidated earth
Could see it
They would predate death

It's a land of rest
No worries. No tears. No sorrows.
All adjectives won't suffice.
Firsthand only.
Have you ever sucked the Creator's bristols?

When one dies, one's born to this new earth.
And God's bristols one sucks.
Something much more than dairy.
God's bristols.
God's bristols.

Far away
Where bullets are toys
Far away
Where 'little boy' is candle light.
Far away, where God kisses us.

My Death Day

It was January Three, 2205.
My bones had grown weak.
My vision was blurry.
But I was still active
On earth.

Earth was not what it used to be.
I told my great great grand kids about
Laptops, iphones, blackberrys,
GPS tracking dots.
They laughed me to scorn.

"Life must have been boring
For your generation."
My first great great grand son said.
"Believe you me." I replied.
"Cockamamie." They echoed!

I laughed!
I smiled!
I chuckled!
The Mona Lisa smile!
The angel-chuckle, the God-laugh.

I retired to my scriptorium.
I'm a fan of the conventional
Method of writing, pen to paper.
I scribbled it down.
All those I love.

Scribbling my last full stop
I was still, as I smiled.
I smiled as I recalled past memories.
I teetered towards the white light
On Thursday, Three January 2205.

When I Die Old by S. A. David

When I die old
Do no post mortem
Of course it’s a natural cause
I warn, use no scalpel on me

Cremate my temple
Only after I leave the mortar temple
Only after
Do not worship the temple

Gather my loved ones
All of them
All should gather
No tears please

Open the white urn
Let all look in it
Despair not
My cremains are proof of God’s power

If dry bones can rise again
All cremains can go to its default
Default at breathing
Cremains are proof of His powerful power

When you finish
Lift off a helicopter
Copter round the world
And feel the power

Spray my ashes over the dear Nile
Spray some on the mighty Mississippi
With some, bless the eternal Euphrates
Put some over the Niger

Put some of the confetti over the pyramid
Dash some to the statue of liberty
Give some over the roof of the InterPol
Let the walls of China smell me

Let the air of Australia receive some
Let the Antarctica get some confetti
Let Nebuchadnezzar's garden get some
Let Everest and Kilimanjaro be grateful

Bury none in sand
I refuse to be restricted
Call not on me to harm your enemies
Beseech me not to bless you.

Will You Come Out Of Coma?

Will you come out of coma?
Will you cease to be a comatose?
I thought you loved my momma
I thought she had your nose

How you caressed my many hair
And marvelled at my accent
And carried me on your right lap
And said the whole of that fine psalm
I hoped to host you in my lair
And wished to give you a scent
And get from me an ovation clap
And read to you my psalm Will you just bask in the skies?
And watch everyone panic and pray?
And watch their strength be tiny fries?
And leave medics to be a many hopeless dray?

I dare you to be a man
Break forth and bless them
Forget you been widowed atwice
For life is very beautiful
You are a super human
Not a fragile phlegm
From that realm think twice
You are beautiful

Will you come out of coma?
Will you cease to be a comatose?
I thought you loved my momma
I thought she had your nose

Will You Come Out Of Coma?

Will you come out of coma?
Will you cease to be a comatose?
I thought you loved my momma
I thought she had your nose

How you caressed my many hair
And marvelled at my accent
And carried me on your right lap
And said the whole of that fine psalm
I hoped to host you in my lair
And wished to give you a scent
And get from me an ovation clap
And read to you my psalm

Will you just bask in the skies?
And watch everyone panic and pray?
And watch their strength be tiny fries?
And leave medics to be a many hopeless dray?

I dare you to be a man
Break forth and bless them
Forget you been widowed atwice
For life is very beautiful
You are a super human
Not a fragile phlegm
From that realm think twice
You are beautiful

Will you come out of coma?
Will you cease to be a comatose?
I thought you loved my momma
I thought she had your nose

Titanium by S. A. David

You pulled the trigger
Aimed at my dancing heart
As you wanted to shoot me down
But my steel got bigger
And repelled your dart
I lost and lose nothing as you will forever frown

You did not relent
Shoved your ring in my face
While you wanted me dead
But I'm bulletproof living in a pent'
And you can never halt my race
Or you will be dead

Your tracers can't penetrate my cranium
Your rose is fast fading
And I'm elevating
Because I'm more than Titanium
But your beauty is already failing
As you're fast depreciating

Without Me by S. A. David

I heard you moved on without me

They said you are now an indigene of Paris

Times confirmed that he put a ring on your finger

Gist and Gossip says you carry his baby

I saw the nuptial images, successful without me

They idolized you beautiful black queen of Paris

Everyone jostled to kiss the ring on your finger

But you were my baby

You moved on without me

Because your dream and life was Paris

You removed my ring from your finger

Who would carry my baby?

Were You Not More Lovely than a Summer's Day?" by S. A. David

Were you not more lovely than a summer's day?

Were you and I not one, one, one and one?

Did you and I not swear that God cannot divide us?

Did I not have fever when you were in Paris?

Was our loving a bad pay?

Was I not your one and only and one?

Did I not share your pain when you shed pus?

Did I not preserve my body while you graced Paris?

But I gave my all, why did you flee?

You were the reason I wore a smile, why me?

He enticed you with his skin, why you?

We rolled in the deep, why did you unroll?

In Paris he paid your fee, what fee?

You put me in your history book, why me?

We could have had it all, why you?

Were you just a baby doll?

Were You Not More Lovely than a Summer's Day?"

Were you not more lovely than a summer's day?

Were you and I not one, one, one and one?

Did you and I not swear that God cannot divide us?

Did I not have fever when you were in Paris?

Was our loving a bad pay?

Was I not your one and only and one?

Did I not share your pain when you shed pus?

Did I not preserve my body while you graced Paris?

But I gave my all, why did you flee?

You were the reason I wore a smile, why me?

He enticed you with his skin, why you?

We rolled in the deep, why did you unroll?

In Paris he paid your fee, what fee?

You put me in your history book, why me?

We could have had it all, why you?

Were you just a baby doll?

Micaela by S. A. David

Ah!
Oh!
Micaela left me for Joel
I wallowed in flabbergastation
At the hour which was a day to Noel
It was like an excruciating castration
As she voiced her deep belly
That I am not like her new boo
That Joel gave her many a flashy mint
And I am just a pen
But for Micaela I trimmed flat my belly
To my ears her voice was a pleasant coo
For her stream, I gave my red pint
Yet she ceased to be my hen

She was single in September
She dated Dayo in October
She enjoyed a civil union with Albert in November
She cherished her domestic partnership with Adichie in December
While single she kissed Cole in same September
While with Dayo she was engaged to Onyeaka in same October
While with Albert she almost married Alhaji Idris in same November
While with Adichie I met and loved her in same December

I wrote Micaela many poems
I parceled her many a scented flower
I wanted to dedicate her many my books
I gifted her a fine diamond ring
She said she loved the poems
She hung my flowers in her tower
She loved my pure looks
She took my ring and yet gave me a ding

She was in Aba in January
And fled to Abiriba in February
Relocated to Chibok in March, to sleep
In April, saga drove her to Enugu so deep
May Day saw her flying to Calabar to dance
June saw her in Lokoja 'cause 'alabar was a horrible trance
In July she projected to Ikoyi to settle
And Ebola drove her to Benin to resettle

I'm looking for Micaela
If I don't find Micaela,
I will keep searching for Micaela
Where is my Micaela?
You may know Micaela
You may have met Micaela
Your sister may be Micaela
Your daughter may be Micaela
Your mother may be Micaela
Do you know my Micaela?
I still love Micaela
And I'm looking for my Micaela