THE OLUOKUN DREAMINESS poem by Simpa Omoluabi

Beautiful mornstarfish I mast or bait you with verselines

I highpriest of the pubic-black realm

Of the unbelievable praying mantis

Of the underworld summit of Sandra.

Sea-blue muse of deepest blue sea

Pelagic stimulus to my quickened manlihood

By the sheer weight of my soul most phalliable

The great sea is quicksand to my featherweight

And irresistibly the self gets to drown down downwards

Into aquamarine depths

For the great sea becomes quickiesand

To my featherweight made weighty

By my phallible inphallible nature for you

O pelagic muse of deepest blue sea.

Quick litoral pleasures

Streamlined with untamed tidal behaviour

Never failing to leave me wonder eyed

Was all wondered I cared to watch for

Until the women night after night began to sing

One of the quintessence of the whole organ

Is for play

The quintessential time given to for play

Is over; so sang the women

Child's play is over time given to for play

Is over they sang over and over.

They say I must see more than

Quick littoral pleasures

And with vengeful eye I must see

More than quick littoral pleasures.

They shall make my eyes filled

With blood sacred in colour

For with vengeful eyes I must see

To fill my eyes with blood sacred in colour

With an aqualine consecrated soap and sponge

They sponge my face

Then held me firmly from my self

Then they pried the eyes open

And allowed aqualine consecrated soapy waters

To trickle into the optic nerve

They stung the eye with a sting

Of more than a million scorpions

And in the city of an ocean they denied a

A soul ablution

With an envenomed eye see

The women repeated

They made my eyes sacred

They made my eyes sacred in colour

Sacred blood filled my eyes

The blood in my ryes no more red but sacred blood

The eye is opened and zoomed are the lens

And with a sacred blooded and vengeful eye

I see: :

The sanctified

I see them ascending in descendance.

Into heaven on a ladder of wrongs

Climbing down into paradise

On a ladder of wrongs

I at the interspace.through which into heaven

Goes deep down the ladder of wrongs

Wrongs of murder wrongs of malfeasance.

Wrongs of fraudulence and wrongs of seminal theft

At the opening through which into paradise

Goes deep down the ladder of wrongs

I stand with the venom laden eye looking deep

Pondering on the depth of my love for heaven

Pondering on the depth of my love for paradise

Venomously contemplating

The ladder of wrongs leading into

The-basement of heaven

For this is the-basement of heaven

For this is the-basement of paradise.

The ladder of wrongs leading into

The-basement of paradise

Descending in ascendance ascending in descendance

Descendance in ascending

In an ungraceful sending and dance

On the ladder of wrongs

Into the-basement of heaven

Into the-basement of paradise;

In the sweat of it all

One of the women screamed:

Can't you see you preside over a guerilla organ

To redeem the basement of paradise

Two more of the water-women shrieked

Behold how obvious it is you preside

Over a guerilla organ

To redeem the basement of heaven.

And the zoomed lens of my eye

Behold my altar ego

A good terrowristwatchman keeping terrowristwatch

With terrowristwatchsword

To redeem the basement of heaven.

I alphabet it with my life

I alphabet it alphabetting

That in Gods case there is sex appeal

As I had earlier on said in the spokenword recording

'DOUBLE PRETTY' uploaded on soundcloud dot come.

They.call it catwalk I call it pussy gait

My sacred eye behold the lovely gaits of a pussy

The beautiful gaits of.a black pussy

Beholding me beholding its scotopic eyes

Adapted for night vision.

Walking towards a staircase structure

On which I see

Angels licking a 4ckin wound all night

Angelicking a wound all night

All night three angels angelick an original wound

And.the beast with the 4ckin wound purrs;

Wordy wordy of heaven is the Black Lamb of God

Wordy wordy is the Black Lamb of God

Wordy wordy with words of grace

The poetic wordiness of the Black Lamb of God

Wordy wordy of paradise is the Black Lamb of God

Wordy wordy with words for a guerilla organ

Wordly wordliness with words for heaven

Is the wordy wordiness of the Black Lamb of God

Wordy wordy of paradise.

A ghoulish one goes about

With an iron tray serving gray coloured tea

And to whoever the ghoul serves the ghoul says

That is your broken-cup of tea

But the ghoul gets to me and says

Upon that obsidian block ingrained with

The foetal twin at sixty-nine wrapped about by the dragon serpent

Eggshells in a clay cup of minted coffee for you

I go to the minted cup of coffee steamy like hell

I take.a sip and I slip into a phase of sleep

Bringing my face before the face of the sleep of sleep

I see death light a cigarette from gunfire

Then I try to listen to the sentence of death

I.hear heavy vocabularies and grammar.

Grammar so heavy they weighed not less than.

Fifty kilogrammars per word

Yes fifty kilogrammars per word.

I snap into my middle self

Giddy I begin to dance.giddy I dance

Like a butterfly intoxicated with essence

It was a shit brainstorm

And braindrops came pouring after the brainstorm

Which the brainguage find the braindrops immeasurable.

I am back with the women

Every of my soul every inch of my soul into which

I take a strong drink of the sacred wine

I refill my word cup wnd drink it all

And words of their own appear to walk up to me

For my self is stepped out of my self

Watching my self talk: .

There is general price fall of the human soul

I could test you with a lie

To detect if you have got the soul of a witch

Baby I must burn some frankincense to clear the air of your lies.

Baby lets try to be frank

So we be sweet savors of frankincense

Baby lets try to be frank

So we be sweetest savours of frankincense

That who killed the monster is greater monster

Bad girl on good friday in awe of my understanding

You must know this

The world has got an endless surprise list

And nothing on the surprise list is potatoe chip

Nor plantain chip.

I wake up

To a ratattattat sewingmachinegun sound

Spinning off in an apartment on the top floor

It is daybreak another day for my mad prophecies

O I Black Lamb of God prophet that I am I say;

Lucyfairy is mankind God I told them

Them multitude of unbelievers

They won't believe bloody unbelievers

I said to them on the afterlife there is no such thing

As an everlasting hellfire., they won't believe

I guess their believe in hell in the afterlife makes it easy

For them to cope with the nature of life

Heaven and hell is on earth I tell them

Existence is the Marriage between Heaven & Hell

Bloody unbelievers

They would not believe the Morningstarwitness

And then I state 'Jesus as Homosexual was betrayed'

Now they had no doubt that I Christ that I am

The antechrist.

What an unbelievable prophet they made of me

An unbelievable prophet begets unbelievers.

I declared;

The anagram of God is the unspeakable name of God

And now before their blind eyes

I now look truly an unbelievable prophet

But I Highpriest founder of the Morningstarwitness

Insisted the eyes of these damned unbelievers

Must be opened.

So I state:

Wholy spirit is 4ckin spirit

The 4ckin spirit is Wholy spirit

Wholy spirit is the 4ckin spirit

The unbelievers are left

With mouths almost tearing away

Popping eyes almost popping out

Hands interlocking on their heads

Palms quickly cupping over their opened mouths

All in divine fright for my life

Having no doubt I am coconut in the head

The bloody coconut headed unbelievers

These bloody el loconut unbelievers believers of hellfire afterlife

Who are all worthy of the hellfire if there be one on the afterlife

But I Highpriest-founder of the Morningstarwitness

Simply said to these unbelieving loconuts

Who impregnated Mary Mother-of-God?

Who put Mary Mother-of-God in the family way?

Wholy 4ckin Ghost

Wholy Ghost is 4ckin Ghost

If karma isn't swifter than delayed justice

Karma is a waste of time if it isn't swifter than justice delayed.

A scarlet woman a sky blue film

Are two of my flavourite colours

The blood of the Black Lamb of God is no detergent

The blood of the Black Lamb of God is sacred like a scarlet woman.

It is not to be shed unlike the Semitic blood of the Lamb

I give a simple anecdote for righteousness a simple antidote

To their unbelievers' myopia so I say:

There are three fellows one who says he is Christian

Another who says he is Muslim and the third a pagan

The trio work at the same work place were it is expected

All men and women to report for work latest by eight a.m

So on a certain day the Christian and Muslim arrived

The work place by eight-thirty a.m but both signed eight a.m

The pagan came arriving the work place nine a.m

And the pagan signed nine a.m

Who the 4ck has done righteously?

Righteous has no business to do

With who you chose to worship as your God.

For that which is God for you might not be the God

For another.

The blood of the Black Lamb of God is no detergent

The blood of the Black Lamb of God is sacred like a scarlet woman.

It is not to be shed unlike the Semitic blood of the Lamb

Of the time when lepers inthe blood of.the Lamb

Manicure their leprosy

And pedicure their leprosy

This is.unike the time

When the blood off the Lamb was dhed for washing.of sins

It is the blood of malfeasants that shall be shed

Ij the purging away of corrupt blood

This is no more the time when in the blood of the Lamb

Lepers are manicured of their leprosy.

Lepers are pedicured of their leprosy.

The blood of the Black Lamb of God for reasons

That are of the vine, one reason been that

The blood of the Black Lamb of God is sacred as a scarlet woman

Another reason which I have stated somehow sometime earlier.

On my facebook wall in a statement made to the point.that

I come to kill for it and not to die for it like Jesus of Calvary..

Behold Marianna Inanna Mother of grace

She walks with the grace of God the Mother

Marianna the womankind God

Out of my word cup she drinks the sacred wine.

The grace of God the Mother

Shall be with us now wnd foreverlasting.

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