A Voice I Am Going To Send
From the deep root of my being,
in the spirit of my creator.
A voice I am going to send…
A voice I am going to send…
Through the doorway of time
opened to human experiences.
A voice I am going to send…
A voice I am going to send…
Like thunder speaking greatly
from behind the heavily thick clouds.
A voice I am going to send…
A voice I am going to send…
Like the cloud that sends its rain
and the wild bulls that shake the plain.
A voice I am going to send…
A voice I am going to send…
Like the wind that ramble the trees,
and the roar of the stormy seas.
A voice I am going to send…
A voice I am going to send…
Like the birds that renew their notes,
and through the air their music floats.
A voice I am going to send…
A voice I am going to send…
Until it has gone from pole to pole,
and has transferred from soul to soul.
A voice I am going to send…
A voice I am going to send…
in a lyrical song that will inspire lovers
in vastness to nourish others
A voice I am going to send…
A voice I am going to send…
To be heard from the dumb to the wise
those free and those still colonized.
A voice I am going to send…
A voice I am going to send…
To break their chains to set them free
so that they will hear my God’s voice through me.
A voice I am going to send…
A voice I am going to send…
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African Dancer
Jin-go-jin-lo-ba Jin-go-jin-lo-ba
Jin-go-jin-lo-ba Jin-go-jin-lo-ba
Ba-ba-jin-ba-ba Jin-go-jin-lo-ba
She dances possessed
by the voice of the drums
her every move is synchronized
jungle rhythms pulsate inside her eyes
she can’t escape the passion
of her own will to be free to explore
down lineal stratums to ancestral core.
She dances to heal her wounds
to forget her grief and suffering
that drum has giving her confidence
to continue moving/swaying
in trance, submitting and obeying
the source of her freedom and mirth
that comforted her since her birth.
She’s a dancer from the womb
from the land of palm and sand
that gave birth to the first hue man.
She was nurtured in the tropic sun
captured by an eternal noon
dancing to the spirit of the udu drum.
She moves me deeply
I am drawn to her, her satin face
the colorful beads around her waist
the conversation of her hips
the sweetness of her fruitful lips
the movement of her fingertips in the air
the flowing locks of her hair.
So I will answer her communal call
lose myself in her warm caress
and help her to put all her stress to rest.
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Who Am I?
Excuse me, beautiful
But did I hear you call my name
Who am I you ask…?
I am that rare image your mind portrays
And your soul seeks.
I am that brotha that you often wish for
To keep you protected from harm
When your body needs a pair of strong arms
To keep it warm and held tight
I am the essence of your prayers at night
I am that icon that many love to hate
Fore it is the spirit of the absolute that I eradicate.
Take my hand and you will see
Together how we can enjoy the serenity
That life has to offer to the both of us.
I am he who offers you his living trust,
his consciousness, his promise of love to you
and all the wonderful things a warrior is willing to do.
I am the joy of silent spirits from a distant land
Who has put the power of love in the palms of my hands
To save you from the wolves and vultures
Of artificial realities and twisted cultures.
Who am I you ask…?
I am the dreamer of things that you can not touch
And the executor of unearthly things as such
I am a concept beyond your imagination
And what your heart prays for.
I am he who wears the shining sun on his head
I am the one you feared was forever dead.
I am alive and have heard you calling out to me,
the reflection of things seen by few
I am the man who was designed for you.
I was created by the Gods to be a protector\savior\lover
Ask me again, and I will tell you I am that brotha
Standing in your presence at your request
Who will rescue you from the wails of stress,
Who will stand up against evil and stare it in the face.
Ask me again, and I will tell you I am from a space
That holds a touch as powerful as the stars
That will forever remind you of the Queen you truly are.
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An Ode For Love
My days are spent composing a sonata
in celebration of your haloed presence.
From sunrise to sunrise
your beauty places its bare feet
across the ocean line of my thoughts
leaving footprints across my awaiting heart.
I am filled with lullabies of joy
as your glory harbors echoes of pristine grace
like a cup overflowing with organic wine.
The window to my soul has opened
to be entertained with your serenade.
I am like a little boy wrapped inside his mother’s arms
melting as butter would under great heat.
It seems like ages I’ve been waiting for you to touch me
move your spirit through me, and speak to my heart
for my ears have been profaned by mundane whispering
that seem to turn my days into eulogies.
But at last, I have been blessed by the Gods
with lyrics that would even shame Shakespeare’s Odes
fore I witness the rainbows carrying your lovely hues
as I tread softly through life with you on my mind
treading gingerly for the violets are blooming
like the breath that gave life to man in genesis.
I sing O love\O love\ O love
lay on me your sacred eyes, be my mangrove of mangoes
kiss me so that I will always cherish your sweet spices.
Let us conjure a spell to forever be free as the wind
to express our love in each other’s company
so when you are not around to cheer me up
I will always be able to reach out to you with my flute.
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(c) Baba Olutunde Olufemi
I enjoyed reading your work. My brother you have a fine way with words. I love the way you create your imagery. Great stuff here
You have a great lyrical power in your poetry.
In one word… Beautiful!
One cannot beat the lyrical strengths that your works portrays.Well done.
Simply put… A lyrical dance, the essence of things to come…a hue not yet identified. I stumbled upon “who am I” by accident… But my find was deliberate. Beautiful.