Wednesday, December 21, 2011

THANK YOU 2011!

When you wake up in the  morning, and you're full of smiles of content, and you feel inside that everything is alright regardless of some of  the harmful surprises of the world that surrounds us daily, still you feel that warm completeness, then you know you found the missing puzzle.
 When I woke up the first day of 2011, as a matter of fact, as many of us closed our eyelids to 2010 and woke up to 2011, had no idea what awaited us, but with faith we have walked in hope and pride.
For me, I have soared higher than my mental ability, greater than my girly muscles. I have treaded on cold ice with bare feet, seen the other side of life. And each time I almost gave up, there was the miracle of everyone of you bearing me up, lifting me with the power of words unseen.
 And boy, I now understand the reality of when one door closes, another one opens. In this very same year I have found friends that will always be, no matter what. I have a little reflection of me that sprouted smiles in the midst of pain, kissing weakening tears from mommy's face.
And if you're out there, asking questions about your hurt, believe me, you can't reverse anything, but you can allow yourself live the best. They say what  you don't know won't kill you, there's no harm in trying to let go, there's no harm in forgiveness, the longer you hold on to that hurt, the further you push your miracles.
 In this same year, my best buddy threw pebble-stones at my window and it's the best gift of 2011!




Live, Laugh, Love
KayLove.

LOVE HAPPENS

Down the path as I walked on a sultry weather night
Body sagged, legs weak from banging thoughts of my knight
The Crescent shaped moon, completely stationed bright
With pictures of us gallantly crested, that caught my sight


Happiness has inevitably become my dwelling
Just by certain nights ago, I sulked to swelling
Your sweetness of positivity brought an end to quarreling
Now smiles sprout on my lips without a telling


On the morrow will my inspiration blossom
Like magical muse no mind can ever fathom
We're taking this high road to Eros without sum
And with a conclusion that Love does happen to some.


Live, Love, Laugh.
KayLove.

Friday, September 30, 2011

DREAM

On this sleepy road, in my dearly dream
In and out did I have a joyful scream
Fairly asked God to settle and make it real
Woke up with a feeling we made a deal


Soothing squeals is the sound my belly makes
Like the sound of a pouring rain in frozen lakes
Playing pretend with the sensation I bore
Trying hard to fight and not get a sore


Denial I possibly can't, now it shows I do
The perfection of the morning blends with you
When we speak, there's this smile of a good day
For the reason of Light, I'd daily kneel and pray


You will see the perfection in my dearly dream
The clock ticks frantically to light its beam
In this beauty sleep of mine, I'll patiently behold
The prophetic writings of a ready-writer till i wax old


Kaylove.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

PHASE...

I caught an inspiration yesterday
I need to write it down today
Now and even, before it flies away
The simplicity of rhymes per day


In short times, perceived the magical aura of life
In matter of days, embraced living life by strife
With the little reflections of me high-ing the five
Blessing the day like sweet honey in its bee-hive


The truth remains fact, fact to be proven true
It's either it is or it isn't, on the same life's queue
Questions do throng in me like a typical screw
Writing the perfect artistic answers that Life drew


Been blessed and visited by one of earth's kind
The vulnerability of nature resides in his mind
Sweetest words through his eyes you'll find
My pleasure truly to keep his company rewind


Kaylove.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

***SIMPLE SILLY***

In reverie my heart playfully was
Bizarre with thoughts of aging cause
Bearing poles of light and direction
Naivety of mind in need of protection


Cupid with it's raging arrow
Upon my venus riding shadow
Tagged with a breezy sweet, gentle
Rising diligence in love as subtle


Fusing the subconscious of souls crystal
Beyond the magnitude of space so distal
Borne to perfection in pleasant dexterity
Home of affection built in famous charity


Like wild-horses we'll jump and break free
Running races without caution on Braintree
You'll know deeply that in life's complexity
Is my heart's simplicity of loving you silly.


Live, Love, Laugh,
Kaylove.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

YOU!

Do I bless God I found you
Gently cool, the day was
Charming smile my face wore
Do I just bless God I met you
Pressing faith my heart moved
Around the loop my spirit stood
I dearly bless God I saw you
The essence of life feels brand new
Daringly close you have become
Like sleeves around me in galore
I will bless God I'll have you
When brass gates to me becomes plain
And my singing spirit charges claim
Do I bless God I found you
Hopes high up hopes
In admiration my spirit leads
For Agape abundance and Eros genuine.



Kaylove.

Monday, July 11, 2011

AWAY FROM ME

Have you seen my Tasha shattered?
In her cluster of delusion battered?
She doth hope dearly around the burner
That her broken smile will mend sooner

Out of the road from me, vanity of vain
Remain at that distance from me, thou recurring pain
Stay away from me, Oh beguiled tent of lust
Be afar from my upholding earthly dust

Earnestly I charge thee away from me, shame
Your unhealthy savor like a wind lingering in fame
In ignorance do we submit like a lame
In time past were we blemished in your game

Seeing now beaming Light, Tasha and I sing
In the purity of soul we rise and gladly cling
In rightful wisdom, we'll give it all away
Away from me, my dutiful pledge on this pathway.

Kaylove.

Monday, July 4, 2011

GOD BLESS AMERICA

Ground to Glory, Now it's story
Measureless battles down the history
Supersonic heroes had the victory
On barren soil to build their territory


United we stand, thy logo from factory
However you danced to rhythms satisfactory
Thy solid mind bore instant inventory
Sorted freedom in tears not to tarry


Living legacy you're borne to carry
Two and Fifty chapters are penned in diary
At a fingertip in a very sunny July,
Generations vanish, but with memoirs sung fully


Greatness has become your lot constantly
Look deep to the supreme within wholly
That in dire need, your supply will flow bountifully
And your dynamic rise remain healthily bulky.


Kaylove.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

GET IT RIGHT!

 And again my readers, Kaylove has been pondering very hard over the issues of life, searching desperately for answers as to why certain things are the way they are.
 So you meet this amazing person and oops! Hot flashes you get could melt a stone. You're all ecstatic about being the number one fan in this one person's life. Ladies, I know how majority of us are, nothing else probably matters at that point and Guys, Uhm... they might be more reserved on the expression because of their brutal ego. No offense intended, but it's the way God structured them. Very masculine in expression.
 Then reality sets in, I'll say welcome from La La Land. You begin to see those things you dread and don't want to ever deal with. Questions about what's gone wrong bewilders the mind. Everything falls apart and yea you might crash. Many young men and women (single) make the silly mistake of involving themselves sexually and we even call it MAKE UP sex after each fight. Are we that blind to see that sex doesn't fix the whole mess. I mean you enjoy the pleasure but you walk right back to chaos.
 There's an eternal void, your heart yearns for something more, and when it doesn't get satisfied. It keeps looking and might end up in the wrong place. Lots of men and women might end up cheating on their partners because what was once Heaven has lost it's savor, and they might want to experience something new with someone new. Forgetting that the same cycle will go on if they don't get it right.
 Which brings me to ask, "Aren't we just the same way with God"? We're never consistent with God. He spues neither hot nor cold out of his mouth. He requires us to commune with him daily for our own benefit. I tell someone special that it'll be difficult for relationships to remain consistent, if both parties are not consistent with God.
 The World will have less broken hearts if we had that same fire burning with God in us and work it out in relationships. It will get hard, it will get bumpy. It isn't all smooth but what will keep that spark in place till there's no breath left in you. Let's examine ourselves carefully and the relationships God has given us, either man or woman. What are we doing to water it? Just remember if you ain't getting it right with God constantly, it might work for a short while, but will come crashing down.
 Appreciate more, Communicate more, Understand more, Trust more, Express care more because you have no idea how much time you have left. Complain less, Bicker less, Argue less and be a blessing. GET IT RIGHT!!!


Kaylove.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

ANSWER TO THE WISE


In between the rigorous search for answers
In the midst of easy can't figure it out situations,
therein is a submerge of knowing the known,
as glaring as an angel blowing the horn
craving for uncountable knowledge of the unseen

Have you ever seen the wind blow caution?
Have you ever heard the sound of raging waves?

Beckoning on your ill stiff neck
pressuring that you don't lose sight
Knowing what knowledge brings, is easy
understanding the height of it, is wisdom
my muse is to you and I
that we don't lose focus on the waves of the unknown.

Kaylove.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

HIS FACE


That very Look on his face
On the night of an innocent phase
makes my fainting eyes gaze
So very hard into the empty space

For more of his seriously tender face
My heart now like wheels gently race
That makes assurance a surety ablaze
Till one is up and ten is abase

Come close and stare in the nook of my face
Watch the ignition as it lightly displace
Arrest my belly with the tingles of butterfly's grace
Drive my heart home till I rest my case

Lure me in, oh precious gentle face!
Word for word, hold to hold is our fate
Like a summer holiday, we'll set the pace
As my territory become your lodging place.




Kaylove.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

DYNAMO OF THOUGHTS

And yet again I rest my head
Solitary lost in the cool of thoughts
Secretly hoping and longing
For these dark deep thorns
To spring out rich red roses
Waiting patiently for this silent groans
To bypass and turn into outburst of praise
Daring and pressing my soul to soar,
Melting crisps of past cling
So tightly on my maiden chiming spirit


Oh! Do you see the pretty uglying?
Do you stand the broken crippling?


Trying so hard to hang on to Light
That leads only to the path of Love Eternal
Like a Dynamo, Esteem reawakens
Giving Living Life to dying death
Bracing, strengthening, invigorating
With approval of sanctified sanity,
I launch into this deep firing thoughts
Reaching for the richest Pure
Reversing the past totally to walk the Future.


Kaylove.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

THE SEAL

Like a lock, suspending door
Like a leash on a beastly validating horror
Pregnant with a shocking Feist
Chanting with courage almost already diced

Heart to purpose, rebirth in progress
Twirls of wisdom, I need shut
Instance of commission will seek redress
Accelerating dream drills with no But

Drifting drafts, side to side
Sifting shafts, barn to barn
Sieving sand, pile on pile
Unbreaking nature's bound without span

Like a stamp, which readily seal
Advocating reasons for journey's deal
Lost to the eye, alive to man's essence
Seeking fulfillment till there's no more in presence

Fall into place, line by line
Fill the void, space to space
Break the ice time after time
Till the melting divine spells Eternal days

Monday, May 30, 2011

FROM TRESPASS TO FORGIVE

 Last night at work, I had the pleasure of listening to Patty, who is now sixty years of age, talk about her life as a kid. She had mentioned how her eldest sister's been married for 50 years, while she was only ten. She sadly speculated how she was carried down the aisle because she couldn't walk. I beckoned on her with a smile on my face, but utmostly thankful to God. The thing about Patty is that she knows she'll be on that wheelchair for the rest of her days on earth, but was more concerned about her sisters that have become sole enemies because of something as little as a BB Gun as she calls it. While I was trying to figure that out, she lashed out "I'M SAD", my sisters have become enemies and I'm in between, though I'm the baby of the family. It aroused my spirit that this beautiful soul was concerned about forgiveness.
 It only takes a mussel to trespass against anyone. Trespass is an unlawful invasion of personal space or territory. Anyone can trespass by intruding in someone else's affair or speaking ill of others. I'm sure with no doubt we fall into this category either purposeful or unknowingly criticizing people in our hearts. In the Lord's prayer, Jesus specifically points out "Forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us". As it is, Trespass can be bogus or not seen at all, and either you understand it or not, the important instruction is to forgive all in order to obtain forgiveness from God.
 To forgive a trespass is a process that hurts more than the hurt. The transition from trespass to forgive, takes a sound spiritual process. No one can forgive with their emotions. All you hear is I've forgiven but I can't forget. Your mind will remind you of the hurt and put you right back in the place of trespass. Any trespass that is left alone and allowed to go on for so long, will let you become an enemy of someone dear to you, just like Patty's sisters.
 I reach out to people struggling to let that hurt, bitterness and trespass go. And even to those that have resulted into becoming their own worst enemies, condemned and refused to forgive themselves. Allow trespass to turn to Forgiveness daily. It's a process of Healing, when you get a bruise physically, you expect to heal and not decay. If we all truly want God's forgiveness, move from Trespass to Forgive


Kaylove.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

DEADLY DEATH

And again death brings it's daggers my doorsteps, stripping me off my solemn morning joy.....RIP (TUNDE KAYODE).



Though it seems like essence lies in your abode
And the peace of humanity escapes through your window,
Though your sting is a myth and hallowed
And the fresh beauty goes yonder below

Horrified and mystified are we left
Pondering the true goal of life
Maybe as we search within the depth
Answers will come with the strife

Sometimes I'm down and I cry
Some things will come and go
But your tempestuous rally ride
Leaves me on the sand of time to spread my toe

Deadly is your fang oh! Death
Firm will my grip be on eternity
And though your scars be laid from birth
My beauty will come with divinity.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

PATIENCE YOU!!

I have come to realize that patience is not only a virtue, but a reward for allowing yourself be ridiculed and put down in nasty situations. Each time your flesh is being put under subjection, you reap the fruit of excelling patience. I have seen how fast paced the world has become, how lies are being expressed from down below, stripping people everyday of their peace. Eyes bulging, nose squinting, unable to wait, unable to find, and all we do is settle.
 A great man once said to me "The most beautiful things in Life were waited upon". I dare to say, it would be better if people just followed their will all the way, and not involve God at all, than to claim to follow God, and not learn HIS principles. God does not let go of HIS standards because of anyone. Very slow paced, sees the end from the beginning. If you then know that the end of a matter, is better than it's starting point, you would take it easy with your decisions, your health, your relationships. You would learn the seasons of refining, of deprivation, of losing and finding, of growing and stagnation.
 God will usually test the character of men in order to obtain trust. I have prayed for things I thought I needed, and when it came, I was like "Oh No, Not now, Take it away". Or times you expect that relationship to lead to a wishful marriage, but when God separates you from that person, you're heart broken, and you even almost pray them back to you. You hold on to it, and refuse to move on. I hope you remember you also prayed for the bone of your bone.
 Let's talk about that relationship you're in for a minute. Something does baffle me though, how lazy we are when it comes to talking to God about what we're about to commit our affections to, and how energized we become once we let our emotions feel what it wants to feel. Hmmm...Things I have seen under the sun. Don't you come back to this same God when your heart gets shattered? You can't boy-cot patience, fellas. Do the right thing. And yea, don't fret, a bunch of us wear those shoes at first.
 Some of you might ask, how can you tell a good from a bad? I'll bluntly tell you, "STAY AWAY FROM PREMARITAL SEX". And you'll watch the bad ones fall off your dignified list, like dried leaves on a growing tree. And if they're having it right under your very nose, Patience will soon help you find out. Take a deep breath, because there's nothing to rush. Brothers and sisters deceive themselves nowadays. You spend so much time together alone, and expect your bodies not to get charged with emotions flying around the vicinity. You better stop it, before you both get nude in the middle of your devotion. Spend time with other friends, meet in public places, secure your future by paying attention to the right things. Patience is profitable for the wise.
You're worth the wait.....Yes You!!! 


   KAYLOVE.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

IF


If you knew me, you would love me,
You would lurk behind the towers of my being
If you knew my pain,you would share it,
You would crave for me to praise
If you knew my heart,you would tend it,
Never for it to lose sight of day
If you looked farther,you'd see,
The hidden battles of the spirit within
If you stretched your hands to me,
I'd leap,forgetting the height of gravity
If you had a little faith in me,
I'd soar above cups of cloud
If you listen,I'd sing,
the sweetest of cherubic melodies
If you pray,I'd stand strong,
fighting undefeated battles
If only you loved me,
then is my eternity safely sealed.

Friday, May 13, 2011

OH! MY


 Today and only Now, Yes, on a beautiful Friday morning, am I crazy? What do I want or what do I need? What does my longing soul require to have? Yea, I know...too many questions flood our minds irrespective of what you have. This brings me to ask you,
 Why do we look for Love in all the wrong places? Why does our heart fail, woefully to understand the principle of each one loving oneself the most appropriate way first?
 Women out there,seek for security,for something unrealistic,media clogging minds daily,tampering with reserved emotions,forcing innocent souls to believe the unreal.Men unsatisfied with urges unquenched,searching for vague images in one woman.Fantasy gone wild,Morals out of sight,believing lies and breaking hearts.Oh! Do we then settle for less is the question that lingers.Do we accept failure,do we accept what the world tells us it is?
 I have seen men and women brutally shattered by what they thought was their forever held dream.Women and men now take precaution,and yet still fall in the same soil of unconscious hate. Oh! Oh!
Maybe, if you first loved yourself,and paid more attention to the God in you,maybe you'd find the answer your soul lusteth for.There's realizing and there's reality.No one man or woman can love you more than you already love you.How about just quit looking in the wrong places!!!!
I'm sick and sick of it.....
I have seen Ladies give up dignity and sown devilish seeds into homes.I have seen young men,make devils out of many innocent ladies.
Only and Only if we had some more love for ourselves.Men, if you loved you,you'd care about implications,not just on you,but your generation.Likewise,women.What you do now,might not be understood totally,till years down the road.Consequences is built into what we do with our lives.We now live in a world of Hate and abomination.
Where then is the Love for yourself?

THE SELF!


To whom, it is given, it is acknowledged
A strange embodiment of character
Like an uncontrollable pendulum, it swings
Revealing time after time, its hint
To you, it might be worthy of protection
Guarded by your instincts and intuition
But I hope in your very own fiction
There's a meaningful foundation
To me, it is precious and priceless
A substitute for an old wine skin
Pictured after the image of a superior
Nourished in the abundance of fountain
To us, a rebirth of entity
Greatly appalled by the wind of change
Finding balance in the sway of opportunity
Immensely measured by adorning gauge

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

CHOSEN?

Ye have the Love of God in thy heart
And ye groom perversion of thy soul to hades!
Listen oh! Generation of the wicked
Ye cannot experience the fullness of God,
His Glory is far from thee
Thine mind, so clouded with folly
Refusing to refrain from thy pride
The Truth is the Truth, not to be tested
God is God not to be withstood
Great in judgement, meek in Love
Why hast thou allowed thy soul to stray thither
Thine mind corrupt, lips sealed with evil,
And thy generation perverse
Art thou blind to thine own puking scent?

Worship the Lord, not your failing heart
Remember ye not how the savior was brought to face the mirror of supremacy
How He refused to Glory in the flesh, and the prowess of folly?
Choose wisely in thine heart, ye that are chosen of HIM
Be not burned in the curse of they that hate HIM
Be not joined in the failure and deceit of lucifer
He calls to thee with Love,
He that hath ears, let him hear the spirit.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

M.O.T.H.E.R

Some many weathers back, on a rainy spring
There you were, pretty face, stressing
Working hard to keep me around
You sat there, sung there, watched my infancy sprout
You prayed hard on nights you alone felt my temperature booming out of steadiness
You love me, and want me to be better, better than anything you were
You groomed me, trained me, taught me
Never wanted me to make mistakes
You are Mother, you are nurture
An embodiment of joy, a strong pillar of purpose
Right behind me you are, strengthening in right, encouraging in wrong
Your breast my blessing, your womb my purpose
An Angel without wings you are
Having the best solution yet to every rowdy quest
My Mother, even twice a mother
Unconditioned Love has made you super-mother
Your words in me, your step I tread, your Love I live
I hope in the complexity of my mind
You see the simplicity of my appreciation
For choosing to give me life and a chance in a world as this.
I and many others celebrate you "MOTHER"

Saturday, May 7, 2011

GUESS WHAT?

 So, TosynBerry and I were just asking about why bad girls end up with good men, and why good girls end up following bad men.. Lol. It sounds like a law in physics that says, Like-poles repel,and unlike-poles attract. Isn't it all curiosity in our unseen minds. If you're the kind of girl that is reserved but yet adventurous, and you have a nice brother begging to soak your feet, your mind tells you he's boring and can't probably take you on the fantastic imaginative roller coaster you want.Now you're probably forgetting one thing. Not to judge a book by it's cover. And yea, you all know how the story goes from there when she finds a guy that only wants to dig a hole around the hole she has.
 Now, some distinguished men who probably spent thirty years of their lives getting made and not paying attention to where the juice is made from. Dang! Some girls are bad, I know. Did I hear you say they'll extract and suck the living day light of that man.....Ha Ha....I laugh.
 What then is right for me, you ask? How do I know if he or she is right for me?
Here's the problem...The thing is we don't know who we are,our identities got all mixed up in the search for fulfillment. You probably don't know why you do the things you do half the time. Human nature doesn't make it any worse. It constantly strives for more, passionately wants approval, desperately needs love. And all this vacuum is what one soul would have to risk living with.
Most Men and Women constantly get it wrong, and sometimes they figure it out on time and fix themselves to find the right fit. But if you're still at that stage of depending on someone else for fulfillment in Love and relationship.Quit wasting time baby...You've got the pawns,make the right move...

Friday, May 6, 2011

TO BE

A beautiful friend touched my heart and inspired this poem.


To be or not to be
A boiling thought with growing wings
Not to be or to be
A harbored image of dense imagination
A moment you know, and another you're o'erthrown
Whispers of uncertainty, like a dagger with horror
To stand firm or to fall flat on brittled ground
A grave fate dribbling in faith
To love or to be loved
Extraordinarily powerful in sight to behold
Rhythmic reverberations, it's hold so strong
To have sight or blindly see
The path of numerical perplexion
To be you and only you
A magnified gift bellied with heavenly ring.