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WHILE RUNNING MY BODY FALLS There is a butchered memory resting on every man. Like music we mould what is & what may not together to form a piece of ourselves, a quaver, a couplet breaking back into alphabets, so an alto of bitterness our body is in our lover's mouth becomes a medley, I mean it determines gravity of dreams, falling & rising & measuring depth of silences, of promises searching for history between a memory wearing a brown cloth of pebbles. Sometimes we know we are in the wrong place & still want to place our body right there, as if tucking a small paper in a hole too big like a wound is a way to inject healing on our shadows. My lover says I belong to prophecies of her shadow & a night falls from my eardrum making a sound of my emptiness with the ground. You say music is life, so is silence death? We get tethered to bitter halves of us & after having a fine knowledge of the darkness we just want to move to pick our reflec

-- Oblivion October 16, 2017: i thought flowers could grow in a place of complex sand. i thought sweet songs could make night beautiful. & i thought butterflies has something to tell than flying. i thought ripples on water is an ideology we don't understand. i thought fine sands also make a living out of water. i thought lights are meant to see beyond the darkness in our hearts. i thought girls has forgiven heart for every game a boy plays in her room. i thought promise is a depth in the heart of the seashore. i thought throwing myself too much to you could make you see the scars in my face. i thought weapons are meant for war until you showed me what it takes to have someone's name buried alive to show me that your body too is a weapon that sometimes kills someone's fate. for the hate of unsettled conflict we do have each time we both removed the face of understanding. but i now understand that memories too has a smell of oblivion, like you

WELCOME TO TODAY'S INTERVIEW SECTION( HOT SEAT). I'm Adeniran joseph(Prince joe) the HOST for today, & with me i have my GUEST, Tobi Abiodun. Grab a seat as we take you to the realms of this beautiful section. H: Sir, let's commence because people( your lovers) are eager to hear from you. Especially me. Can you please, tell us a breif introduction about yourself by playing with pun(Like what you love doing best) G: I am Toby. Poet and spoken word artist. I am tight like 1/10th of your income H: Wow! I feel you. Great. Ok. That was too brief anyways. Sir Tobi, can you tell us why you love doing or being a performer. Because if you don't love it, you won't be doing it, & why are you doing it, is it for fame or money? G: I'm sorry the intro was short.. I am a man, scrap that, a guy of few words. Okay. Drop the Sir thing. For the fame, no. For the money, it wasn't part of the plan when I started but, right now, money is involved. H: Hmmm. Gr