Its all Art and Life#

Beginning of time and space, earth, primitive, almost without a face, pure as a baby until he came, sucked air and turned all to what it became. As space grew,  so he did. In the pureness of the world, he was the bleed. To two, three, thousands, he multiplied from there, we are, joined to the knot he's tied. We rule and serve on these sands, once a paradise until our desperate hands after a corrupt touch, war out of peace, chaos out of order...settled from our kiss. A once whole strong world, shattered by its own many god. In every corner, our evil works trail, Upon our new good ways, it prevails. A system completely broken, still, hope is open. The hands of the wicked holds the world on queue, Let us burn them down and start anew. Poetry.... Written by Awofe Olamide♣

Bittersweet memories.... running through my head with this weak burn it carries making me for a while...dead. Having gone through it... I now wish it never ends but burn like hell's heat although now I have to bend. Oh! Those days I crave... For they smell now like paradise after feeling its grave now I wish it never dies. My Poetry*                                        Written by: Ajayi Awofe Olamide♣