my renaissance, poetry

PARADISE 

Oh I want to go with you to paradise, 

To dwell in your presence day and night, 

I want to walk by your side on the streets of gold, 

And drink from the fountain of living water,

To dine with you and eat of the bread of life, 

And go stargazing, watch you name them one by one.

Till they are finally replaced by the sun. 

👑 the King’s Beloved (Àyànfé)

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my renaissance, poetry

THIS IS HERO WORSHIP 

If you placed the stars in the sky and still know them all by name, 

How come you still remember mine?

If you make out time to hear everyone on Earth as they call out to you, 

How come you even recognise my voice? 

If all the hairs on my head were tongues, 

I still wouldn’t praise you enough, 

You are beyond measure, 

No one can ever be compared to you, oh my King. 

Your greatness is undisputable,

Your power undeniable,

You alone are unquestionable,

And your ways are unsearchable. 

Yes, this is hero worship. 

👑 the King’s Beloved (Àyànfé)

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my renaissance, poetry

The King’s Beloved (Àyànfé) 

Handsomely robed in splendour,

Clothed in beauty and enthroned in majesty,

He is the King, 

He is my King.

Yes, this is hero worship.

He’s so strong; mighty men shake at the sight of him,

He’s so powerful and influential; he is the King of all Kings,

He’s so filthy rich; he owns all the cattle on the hills. 

And he loves me! 

Gasp! 

Faints… 

I’m back! 

He loves me!!!

I can’t even get my mind around it sometimes.

No matter how much I get used to it I can never really be used to it. 

Little insignificant me. 

Sometimes I wonder who am I, that he is mindful of me, 

That he cares about me,

That he has my name engraved in the palm of his hand, 

He says that I’m the apple of his eye

Swoon! 

He’s so awesome! 

Cue dreamy sigh. 

I love my King and he loves me more.

This kind of love takes some getting used to. 

👑 the Kings Beloved (Àyànfé)  

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OH BABY! 

Oh baby!
Enjoy your childhood while you can, For society demands nothing yet from you, 
For the days are coming when you’ll be a man,
And they’ll task and burden you with a million and one things to do. 

Oh baby!
Enjoy your freedom while you still have it,
For the days are coming when you will be bound,
So learn only good and not bad habits,
That integrity may in you be found. 

Oh baby! 
The day is coming when you will be old, 
And you won’t have your baby excuse again, 
When you’ll have to do things without being told, 
Whether there be sun or there be rain

Oh baby! 
I love you to tiny bits and pieces I do, 
And these moments of your life I must savour, 
So live out your life, always remember I love you, 
Even when you begin to chase out your dreams with vigour. 

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For my baby, Oluwajomiloju Abiola. You are so adorable, I love you. 

🍔 Cheeseburger. 

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