SelaH! SelaH!!: (Pause and Think).

SelaH! SelaH!!: (Pause and Think).

by Deji Ayoade
SelaH! SelaH!!: (Pause and Think).

SelaH! SelaH!!: (Pause and Think).

by Deji Ayoade

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Eight years I have known Charlie, eight years I have mourned Charlie and eight more years I have lived, because Charlie is dead...Almost every poem in this book is based on true-life events and in almost every poem in this book, there is a song...a story to be told. The words are so simple any reading class could understand them. The poems encompass every aspect of life, from love... lust...tragedy...religion... to death and more!

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ISBN-13: 9781438947082
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 11/06/2009
Pages: 108
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.26(d)

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Selah! Selah!

(Pause and Think.)
By Deji Ayoade

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2012 Deji Ayoade
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4389-4708-2


Chapter One

I've Come to Realize

I've come to realize
that hastening is childish.
I've learned to do things
in a simple, gradual, planned, perfect way—
best, usually, is patience.

I've come to realize
that nothing on earth is forbidden anymore.
People's beliefs
tend to be determinant.

When I was younger,
I saw lovemaking differently.
I've come to realize
that it is a way
humans fulfill their bodily desires
that spring out from lust.

I've come to realize
the beginning of a man's future
starts from the day
he understands the need to be part of the world
and also strives to make the best out of it.

I've come to realize
that the best friend of man,
both before and after death,
will be his virtue.

I've come to realize
that it's hopeless
to encourage someone you're not in love with—
but when you find love,
grab it!

I've come to realize
marriage doesn't survive on right choices,
but you can make your choice right ...


Father

One more time, I looked out my lair,
with tears streaming down my face.
My eagle glides through the air,
forcing its way through the thick, dark trace,
up into the night sky.
I'd just left a chapter of my dream
to turn a new page,
where I could become a better story.
I cry for only—
if only my father had a breath left in him,
this moment could be cherished more.
If only he weren't lying six feet under,
I'd get one last hug.


Believe

If only I could take a trip into your world,
I would probably understand more.
You have built for yourself a castle of fear,
so weak, a typhoon could tear.
Still, not so much of pain,
you can start all over again.

If every pain someone puts you through
remains alive in you,
every trial
would be mine.
I have empty shoulders to lean on—
would you let me be the one?

I have listened to so many songs,
and I have waited for so long,
but I choose to believe in this love,
and in it I want to live forevermore.


Smile

Smile—
the many hours of life are but flowers;
each single day is a blossom that withers.
Though it's hard to understand the certainty of death,
even though his cold hands are ever present.
Life is short, but looks long.
Life is short than to sluggishly live on.

Yes, smile—
for every rising sun, begin in God's might.
And do not remember your sorrows,
but borrow those experiences for tomorrow.
Register the lessons of the mistakes,
and then open every letter in hope, not fear.

Please, smile—
cause if we consider the past,
the bitterness and offenses,
we will never live for a better task,
as the sun will never set on our deep sense.
The best, my dear, is to forge ahead.

Now, smile—
There's nothing as easy to carry as a light heart,
for troubles and problems are parts of every life,
and what makes a man is his courage in spite
to pick every good part and emerge standing.
So, come on, smile—it's never ever hard.


Queen

Why wouldn't I write about you
when you're words on my mind?
I could create a note for each
and compose a song in my heart.
Is it your skin, which is softer than silk?
Or your brown eyes,
which enslaved me from the start?
Your shining smile,
glowing like a star in the night,
leaving me breathless?
Or my every morning thought,
filled by those dark tresses
that frame up your face?
Truly, Queen,
it is my will to love you.


Time

Time is a teacher
that gives you wisdom
to know you're a fool
when you're a fool.
It gives you an enviable future
if you learn to acknowledge it,
cause the portion squandered
never comes back.
People are a reflection of
what they spend their lifetimes doing,
so why live as if time had no end?
Why become nobody by wasting time?
Use your time wisely,
for if you waste time,
time will waste you in the end.
Be wise, my friend,
and use your time well.


Joy of Utopia

By the macadam beaching the bay,
she walks nimbly and weakly today.
Though I say today, nay! but allay.
Dreaming a dummy, wake to reality.
Crossing the bumpy?
Where's fidelity?
O joy of Utopia.

If only we could have
no death and no rivalry,
no sadism and no racism,
no prejudice and no ethnocentrism,
no renegism and no prodigality—
All on deuce, none on nil.
O joy of Utopia.

Would I see her? Would I hear her?
Rejoicing with much hilarity,
my absurd nation of penuriousness.
Who will make her one?
Where is the don? (it's fine, it's "don")
Will we ever find one—
one to create our Utopia?


Only You

I recall,
the first time I set eyes on you,
I had that feeling,
that I had never felt before.
There was something different about you.
I tried to make sense of it.
Lonely times passed by—
though they weren't unhappy times,
especially with a radio by,
playing such a beautiful song.
Several wishes
with beautiful imaginations filled my thoughts.
But now,
I have become the happiest man on earth.
Talking is a sign of growth;
listening is a sign of maturity.
You do more of listening—
this I noticed right from the first time we talked.

You have a great mind;
you are decent, disciplined, understanding.
You are lovely,
you are special to me.
How I wish to be by your side always.
However,
you will always be with me,
in my thoughts,
in my imaginations,
in my joy,
in my sorrow,
in my heart,
and in every breath.
Just you,
only you.


Gaze


The warmest day of my life,
I stood by your side
and held you in my hands.
I looked into your eyes,
and couldn't help but wish to tell you,
How much I want to share my dreams with you.
Times change,
feelings grow—
still, never felt in so much hurry.
Not much breath left in me,
but so much to bury.
Many promises kept in my heart,
but so little hope left alive,
I only pray my dreams will survive.


You

Life without you
is like summer
without sunshine,
like winter
without snow,
and a night sky
without stars.

I love you
more than you'll ever know,
a lot more than I show,
and so much more
than words could ever capture.

Though the miles separate us,
you live in my every thought—
not just now and then,
but every time
my heart beats.


Alom

Almighty Alom.
Depth of the unknown.
Maze of unending perspective.
Trumpet and sickle selecting.
Hope of our beliefs.

O Creator.
Holiest of holies.
Heavenly inhabitor.
Lord of host praises.
Daemon of my days.

All magnificence.
Meritorious munificence.
Sound of the seventh heavens.
Storm of the sixth caverns.
Muse of my creativity.

Supreme reality.
Kind of third diversity.
Mystique antique.
Cloud of mist thick.
Divinely inspiring.

Dynasty of peace.
Ancient sagacity uncease.
Booming thunder utterances.
White stallion rider.
Spirit of my insight.


I Wonder

Best and beautiful earth is,
amongst the rest of the planets.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter:
blessed seasons—
nature made it so.
Have you ever wondered about this?

Earth, the best place to live—
I couldn't be born anywhere else,
the dust, green, stony, and mirror earth.
Why did nature choose the earth of the nine,
choose to give it life?
Have you ever pondered this?

Why did nature create other planets,
since no man could live in them?
Maybe we will never get to know the reason why.
Who named the earth?
Why are stars in the night sky?
Someone once told me they are glowing butterflies.
Why does the earth have only one moon?
I wonder.

Well, I know
nature is perfect,
and everything he created
is well to us.
Will the world really come to an end?
Why, then, its creation?
What becomes of other planets when the world ends?
Were the earth and other planets created at the same time?
I wonder.


My Heart

Memories come,
memories fade away,
but your love remains in my heart.
The joy it gives to my heart,
the happiness it brings to my heart,
makes my heart reach out to you.
My heartbeat will never cease,
because in my heart,
you hold a special place.
In my heart,
I feel and see you.
In my heart,
I love and will always cherish you.
My heart is yours for keeps.
You're my heart.


Numb

I lie awake on a Saturday morning,
completely numb.
Can't tell how far I've gone this time.
I feel like a bag of sorrow,
looking for a heart to spill.
I feel like a bunch of sin
tied up,
And I can't tell if God is listening anymore.
Something is eating me up,
bit by bit;
I can only feel the pain in my heart,
but I can't tell where it's coming from.
The desire to break away
aches badly in my soul.
The voice says, Suicide's the perfect way out,
but I don't even want to think of any,
cause I'm scared that if I leave,
I might end up someplace worse.
I need help!


Games

Games and the delirious lines,
as yet you play some pranks.
Loved ones turn record of warning.
Conceit narrows your edges.
Learning by experience, not obedience.
Then the neck breaks, for it's so heavy.
Sorry. The game is now a bane.
The head falls off—end of the race.
And the world turns to hear a bitter tale.


Staying Alone

Staying alone, a task to deal.
Staying alone—O for a man to be
like red coal sinking into the still sea:
a freaking fizz!
Not a sight to see.

Staying alone, amid turmoil.
Staying alone—temptation's viscous oil.
Youthful haze crying all.
Thoughts so gall, makes it toll.
Not the face of the secret love.

Staying alone without next rib.
Staying alone—odd man be real.
Civilization prolong time been.
Not even passion can free this.
More trouble for human being.

Staying alone, cold chill nights.
Staying alone—everyday fight.
Heavens—will ever oblige.
Yet heart never to be playground.
Staying alone? Just get busy.


The Art of Love

If man could understand
that love is no sin (Go ahead and use commas instead)
if really he would always stand
for righteousness to win
then he would understand love.

If love is more than just a feeling
right from the heart
if love when put into writing
is indeed a work of art
then believe me, love is beautiful.

If sex doesn't really mean love
and you oppose money for love
if your love has no curve
then, what more?
Your love is the perfect one.


Midnight Princess

In the beating rhythm of the African drum,
she made a cast as an artist draws,
her light brown skin a tanned bronze.
Spinning like a drunken one,
with an enchanting demonic phrase,
she creates vivid mind spells.
We were enthralled by the moonlight dance
of the dour, cold mademoiselle,
whose twist of torso spreads
a detailed innuendo sense.
The face, replicate of Aphrodite.
aura of femme fatale.
Our canonical tale now of abstract
menace.

As eyes sparkled like the starry night,
The waist whirled, wheeled an S
and the waist created a gentle air caress.
Like a legion's possession,
she delicately stretched
and laid a pattern on the dark earth.
Indifferent to the Sahara gale.
she burned like a naked goddess.
As she controlled the wind and air,
for all to respect and stare,
like a midnight flame, she burned red.
Hooding our mind in mocking play,
hail, princess of the dark day!


Past Heroes

I can hear them,
I can see them.
Like a broken pipe
came cries from the dust.
Like rain
came tears from the sky.
The broken hearts of widows,
the unfulfilled promises!

Past heroes!
That's what they are.
Gave up their lives for liberty,
for you and me.
Yes! They sacrificed their lives
so you and I could live!

Their flesh might be turned into ashes,
their bones might return into dust,
but their spirit stays, sees, and feels.
Their glory lives on,
their names printed in gold.
I'd choose an immortal name
over all the treasures of the world.


She

Farewell, I wave.
My heart is down;
something's missing.
And I wonder if she knows
how much joy it brings
to be close to her,
and how much sorrow I feel
anytime she goes away.
Wonder if she knows
how dear she is to my heart.
Leaving her for three days
feels like three years.
And like a quiet fool
whom everyone thinks is wise,
I choose to hope she loves me anyway.


Life Is Funny

I've been refused a relationship
because of the same poem
that made two people get married.

I have made a five-year plan
and achieved only one out of twenty goals.

I have been slapped just for a kiss
by the same woman I made love to
the night before.

I have seen a father give up his heart
to keep his son alive
when I don't even plan to have one.

I can create almost any shape from the stars,
while some people can't tell if there's a full moon or not.

I have seen a successful man
who had never written a single application in his entire life.
I recently completed my 3,159th application.

I have seen a man win an international award
for the same song banned in his motherland.

I have seen people turned into world stars
by the same thing that made others go insane.
Hmm ... life and its ways.


Forever

I love you!
O, to say this a thousand times.
I would gladly place upon me
a duty and a job,
to sit and exclaim,
"I love you always!"

If not for the sun's uncompromising stand
and the moon's inconsistency,
the cold winds of the dark heavens' time
and the brightness of the yellow star,
fifty times to discuss your hair.

If not for nature's call,
the catalog of daily chores,
the ancient curse of man to toil—
including, I guess, your impatience—
seventy to admire your lovely eyes.

If not for the old folks' eyes
(of course, I'm sure you're Papa's delight),
the altar call on Sundays
making the conscience lush and red,
a hundred times to make you wild.

And if not for the certain silence,
the serene underground,
or the time to sail to Hades's end,
where all passions lost to time,
for eternity, I'm yours, mademoiselle.


Who Do You Tell When
You Love Someone?


They've been friends,
fond of each other,
and do not share everything except secrets.
But my friend completely forgot
that it was a forlorn hope.
It may fare ill with his plans
that virtue is true grace,
a beauty without flaw.
And just like hail from heaven
came the day he would have never hoped for,
the day he would pray never to witness,
the day he thought he had come to grief,
the day
he thought it was late.
He felt he should have let her know—
or couldn't she have known?
He thought about all these awful thoughts
and kept staring and wishing
until she realized what was wrong.
The day she told him she was in love with someone
without bothering to say
who that lucky someone was,
until she smiled and told him,
That "What?" "Who?"—
that all the thoughts and questions on his mind
are all of the other sides, and
that he's that someone,
and she kissed him.


It's All Right

I have been with you—
and you said, "Certainly; I do know."
The sea tide is rising;
let us go home.
Home is on the end—
the end of a long road.
It haunts me tell
that this you have to tread.

It's so uncertain—
I'm sorry, 'urn request.
The thorns have to be there,
including the starless midnights,
and as in the beginning,
you don't have to find me.
No! You'll never walk alone.
Everything is all right.

These bloody drains—
that of domestics?
He looked at me and sighed;
you just have to get used to it.
It may be cruel, as you see it.
Maybe you should share your morality;
it will do more than a mere thing.

Incoherence?
That, you should expect.
If you can, well; you can't—
be a disciple of Epicureans.
Pleasure is a minute blindness
and the rest is as you see it.
Perhaps as you take it or live it
it has little purpose—
to bother or worry.
There will always be tomorrow,
so please don't hurry.

My friend ...
my help! Well, it's just me now.
The road, this road I'm on.
No cars, no flight; so dull.
Well, I won't be afraid of surprises.
I'm full of it.
Inconsistencies—sure thing.
This sheepish life ... huh ...

It's bad to look back.
There's no need to look around
(he whispered from afar).
Well, then, help me not to look down.
And if I look inside,
tell me it will be all right.
"Hey, friend!" he whispered aloud,
but these rights include so many ways of life:
the thins, crooks, and smooth.
Well, teach me to look up.
Then he said, "That's all right."


She Doesn't Know

It's true:
we fall in love sometimes,
when we don't want to,
with someone we never thought of.
But am I to blame myself
for being jealous over those friends?
For taking pleasure over a question?
For those feelings over her departure?
Why do those voices
sound just like hers?
Why must those feelings get stronger
the more I try to resist them?
I must have been my pride's victim.
I can't believe that after so many years,
I could be feeling very different.
Those stories she tells—
could she have been those ladies?
Lord, I hope I'm wrong.
I've fallen
for someone who doesn't even know.


Nature

In the clear perception of nature,
I see you clouding my thoughts.
Your ov'whelming creations.
Glorify your status
in your honor,
Creator — 'ur works.

In the greenness of life
lies the perfection of your touch.
The beauty of the phi
in the spirals of the sunflower.
The Tuja power
O freesia fragrance fire,
such signet on the sense.

The red crimson of the rose
and the yellow passion of the magnolia.
The dark charms of the queen of
the nights.
Times of the hyacinth myths,
how pungent, how exotic.

In your giant pact
of a dazzling colorful world.
With a medicinal burst
of a hurricane choice.
Shady marigold plum.
These thoughts evade me,
for the earth in its worst
is haloed in your nature works.


Destiny

In my destiny
lies my fate, future.
And in my journey across the oceans,
I overcame the tides and storms,
'cause I did not fret.
My faith saw me through.
I can see my destiny,
a bright and beautiful reflection of my thoughts and beliefs.
it is beyond human imagination;
only my mind could comprehend,
'cause it's mine.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Selah! Selah! by Deji Ayoade Copyright © 2012 by Deji Ayoade. Excerpted by permission of AuthorHouse. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Contents

1. I've Come to Realize....................1
2. Father....................3
3. Believe....................4
4. Smile....................5
5. Queen....................6
6. Time....................7
7. Joy of Utopia....................8
8. Only You....................9
9. Gaze....................11
10. You....................12
11. Alom....................13
12. I Wonder....................14
13. My Heart....................15
14. Numb....................16
15. Games....................17
16. Staying Alone....................18
17. The Art of Love....................19
18. Midnight Princess....................20
19. Past Heroes....................21
20. She....................22
21. Life Is Funny....................23
22. Forever....................24
23. Who Do You Tell When You Love Someone?....................25
24. It's All Right....................26
25. She Doesn't Know....................28
26. Nature....................29
27. Destiny....................30
28. The Mexican Beauty....................31
29. False Doubt....................32
30. Things You Do....................33
31. Endurance....................34
32. Me Without You....................36
33. Peeping Tom....................37
34. Fallen....................38
35. Knowledge....................39
36. Desire....................40
37. Your Time....................42
38. Why?....................43
39. Instincts....................44
40. Steep....................45
41. Ma Reine....................47
42. Fall In....................48
43. Tonight....................49
44. Ray of Joy....................50
45. Dear Friend....................51
46. Mirage....................52
47. My Days....................54
48. Your Secret Admirer....................55
49. Land of Ghana....................56
50. The Purgatory....................57
51. My Solace....................59
52. Free Thinker....................60
53. Selah! Selah!....................62
54. Hails....................63
55. Every Night Without Light....................64
56. Your Joy....................65
57. Love Dream....................66
58. Deserted....................67
59. Lost Thought....................68
60. Lost....................69
61. Blue Rose in the Star....................70
62. Forgive Me....................71
63. My Agony....................72
64. My Boat....................73
65. Elevator to Heaven....................75
66. Dear Charlie....................76
67. A Scar in My Heart....................77
68. Qualm....................78
69. Honeymoon....................79
70. Love Is You....................80
71. My Old, Dear Friend....................81
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