Ugliness, of evil beauty
I come in spill feel of painted words
Shaded in large lines of hated hues
Galleried a facebook dread of hurtful look
Readers, I hope you won’t puke?
Hell is such a sweet heaven of home
Where ugliness awaits in lethal “awesomeness”
Of beastly beauty in hefty stun of churn
And fainting screams of dread dreams
In sting sink still shrink of stupefied blood
Within a frame of fright, frigid in deep obeisance
To the death call of blight sight welcoming horrifically.
Oh ugliness of such evil beauty
My question marks come in curious interview
Of your dumbfound creation in callousness mould
The pitiable weeping skin in rich rottenness thrill
Monster twin horns in defiant gore reign of your skull
And your eyes of poisonous pupils
Do they not all droop the sadness of your opposite?
Do they not all rebel against your core and lord?
Do they rejoice at your pride of loathed exhibition?
Do they glee real in flee see sting of hurt?
Do they delight at who you are?
A fallen angel in putrefying curse of Jehovah?
Your beauty is rich in gnashing of teeth
And your image is a see of regretful kill
Your flaunted fright is a doom of your eternal night
In ecstatic flames seriously hungry for your devour
Seriously building voracious horror appetite as your core
Seriously asking God for your quick toss and gone.
Seriously and seriously,
Oh ugly beauty of evil.
What shall we see?
What shall we say?
Tomorrow’s you and me
Of what words now, today?
And the clock will chime
To every tongue and clime
Curtains dropped and drawn
Events start in summon
Of all that’s faithfully kept
In many years of waiting slept
What awakenings of jolting see
In what kind of reality?
On what side of the divide
Of a great gulf deep and wide?
Questions, in your face and brain
Earth, your answer, think again.
For the fires of today burns a clarion call
Of your stand and tilt, your none or all
The flames flickers the two great themes
In silent coming of the two great dreams
Whose reality smiles and frown in one face
Whose finality speaks the eternity of your race
Can you please go deep within?
Reflect on today’s hear and seen
And what certain mirror of tomorrow
It reveals in either joy or sorrow
Do you and I totally agree
In what we must say and see
Begins with what we do right now
Its place in which dream, of the how
i tick the trickling time of your heart
set in a fast paced, rat raced end of nought
burying your precious life for my rise of worthless death
in traitor riches of an annihilating amassment
and you lose his gain for my vain
forever lost in the hell of my heart in eyes
rich reddest ripe
trickling slowly fast the sweetest hate within seen.
the sweetness of terror
in the deepness of horror
shrinks my ink in fright of freeze
callous craftiness in cunning cuff of call
of tempting taste of a sense’s sensuous fall
an invite of worms womb rich in pregnant rot
of delicious decay blind in a mind’s fold of nought
takes a guided, guarded watch of a self-destruct
onwards a chill of feet, six in plan of instruct
oh! where is the angel of sorrow
to bellow the looming loss of a tomorrow?
life is in a serious cell of “OH NOO!!!”
and heavens’ eyes rains a cat and dog of flow.
never scream your frightened prayers at me
whose mouth made a dross toss of my heart and hands
and killed my voice in horror of rich rot pleasures of pukes
never seek for my unseen oblivion please
for I have been buried in your long lust lost
of the eyes, flesh and heart
his eyes, flesh and heart
the time ticks a harvest of gory
and its sickle sicks a pleasure of dark story;
never be high pitched at its deep simile throat seek
and never rumble a resonating quake of its fear feast
for the reward is black ripe of a red hot sorrowing
and hades hungers hell fill in a piercing thrill kill
let your begging prayers go
let six feet of summon do as told
let my dross oblivion wave you bye of sorrow
let hades have its meal of nasty shudders, cold.
THE CROSS. MY DROSS.
THE LOSS. MY TOSS.
Tanimonure Richards Adewale is one of Nigeria’s finest emerging poets, rocking the world with his art. His works sweetens and deepens the mind in fruity fragrance of writes and this has endeared him to good poetry lovers. He is from Abeokuta, Ogun State, where he is based and his poetry can be enjoyed on www.facebook.com/artface