Jaachi Writes

Ediye Series: Let Me Caress You With My Eyes whenever i look you in the eye i see a ray of sunshine streaming down on me with joy and laughter but there's more that I'm after let me caress you with my eyes, ediye mmi whenever i let my fingers wander down south your country side you glow resplendence and welcome my prying fingers in your residence but there's more that I'm after let me  caress  you with  my eyes, ediye mmi whenever our eyes meet and our stares clasp in visual caresses a camouflage of currents waft inside of me crawling up high above eight clouds nesting you and I on the ninth none else nothing else seek I after, but you, and i and us lost in visual caresses #EdiyeSeries #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

how to make music draft the lyrics jazz, somewhat afrocentric run your fingers on her skin make her moan a symphony and when she finds her voice, dive in and never pause let the music play on beyond time until a crescendo of cloud nine this, dear son, is how to make music #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

Guitar Girl in the strings of the guitarist i hear an erotic charm flood my ears with the aroma of melody she's a player with trembling hands she pulls one nerve end strikes the other caresses the next fingers the other and a harmony of symphonies erupts like drips and drops of oil on my sullen heart i find salvation and ecstasy and peace #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

thorns on my balls ediye mmi, i want to wear your love like a pendant, on the contours of my heart but why do you sit like a crown of thorns on my balls? #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

from 'sonless' father to his fatherless son dear son, when next your heartbeat stutter at the sight of a beautiful flower, pause, then hold your breathe for a second zoom in on her petals look, no, stare closer do not dwell on the beautiful fragrance that assault your nasals look, no, stare closer find a flaw and when you find her flaw fall in love with it in her flaws lies the beauty of her flower not all roses are red, my son, do not forget to remember for a love that never taste sour is a flower without petals with love, the dad you never had #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

Sometimes, it's difficult to not love a poet. One could hardly tell when it is 'just poetry' from when 'it's from the heart' Genuine! As the sun sets, he rouses her desires with words. "You have a fine forehead  and obvious cheeks.  Tiny well-crafted ears.  They fit just well on your head." He also plays on words. Intentionally. "And oh, your smile. Somewhat titty. Not so long neck. Not short either." She is also a poet. One whose way with words amazes even the creator of languages. 'People barely notice my ears but you did,  beautiful eyes you got there. I still remember what the autumn leaves told the ground. ' He replies: "I'm falling for you?" 'The problem with loving you or having an awesome lover like you is, you will always get away with anything. You are too awesome.' "I'm smitten" They chuckle. Her blushes, obvious. Passion? Lust? The way he looks at her, straight in the eye. Passion? Lust...

Let Me Love You let me love you while I can, for tomorrow I may not remain and I cease to feel the same let me love you while the stars still twinkle even behind a sky of utmost darkness, and my cup of coffee still ripple at the drop of a cube of sweetness let me love you while the grass of the field are still green and the tingle in my heart I still feel let me love you while love you still can savour not when your heart have been treated sour let me love you while I still can sing the moon to sleep with the symphony of our moans and make music with guitar strings as to make love glow let me love you while my love tank overflows with affection and not exhausted by wrecks of emotion let me love you while the sun still set to rise again on our love nest let me love you now, for now is all I've got in store let me love you now for it is mine and mine to give let me love you now lady, or never #Pengician #SSA   Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with fri...

Ediye Series: Lovers And Louvre s ediye mmi, if our love is a window we'd be louvres we'd open and close open... i'd be open to your corrections of love so that the rays of light would stream into my darkest parts because, like vampires, my weakness cannot withstand the light of love you'd be receptive, taking in every ounce of affection, poured into you, from me aerated, no stuffy air of grudge, malice close... against third parties, rumours, distrust stereotypes, dogmas, public opinions, that coat love with layers of dust, to rust #Pengician #SSA   Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!

my love is like the full moon  it empties himself  on the canvas of rainbow colours spilling silvery streaks of my soul into the damp tunnel   of my lover letting go all of me,  drip by drip pouring   every ounce  of liquid magic into her pores creeping  stealthily  into places the sun of lust couldn't  kiss   and making the night a black moment of colourful dreams my love is like the full moon   Enjoyed reading? Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!

You'd Still Be Lost you'd stare at your diary like a hungry street boy lost in thought you'd invoke words in your subconscious but they will appear clad in insibidi humming incantations alien to the lord's prayer you'd reach out for your laptop and fondle her power button caress her desk top in search of a song double click on it and flood your eardrums with flavour's 'awele' as your soul traverse unholy lands, away from the burning bush you'd sigh, chew on your tongue, grit your teeth and sip some spittle say a prayer for your soul and question the gods a little you'd fly on the wings of the afrobeat expending your demons with every drumbeat undressing your thoughts with every piano key you'd think distant thoughts about him, her, them, it and find yourself alone in the womb of life  like it was before birth happened you'd evaporate s l o w ly into slumberland because a boy lost in wishes could only dream of tomorrow  to rehearse again u...

i rose from torn rags give me your names and I will write someday what my heart knows exists but cannot feel with words hopeless, scattered letters on a canvas like poor substitutes for what they're in vain, words. just words. vain words. actions slain. let me hear the sound of your deeds grow louder than empty barrels that wasn't mine to believe so i laid still like a rag ready to be used the same old rag that wipes your feet for you to be able to walk again, happily perhaps, away from me, like a polished shoe from the shoeshine i wished you could see me through the dirge that accompany your lies i wished you could see through the dirt under which i lie so i let you pick me up, every sunday morn to wipe clean your dirty feet from many wanton wanderings i took them in, the pebbles and the dust, the ugly odour of sweat and dust never let them stick to your shoe, because it's you because it's your feet diseased with cow dung rooting in the dirt of puddles sole deep rottin...

my heart is a mushed mess of roses              sometimes he plays hard to find like god, covering the face of moses with the back of his palm he'd shield the roadmap to his heart with a smokescreen, walk past her like a floating shadow leaving behind scatter images of who he is              and she believes them              she holds these images sacred              like a nun does the effigy of mary              she kneels before a faux memory of him              to offer lip service of wanton wishes              oil his limbs with juices of affection              and raise a 'hallelujah' to his sneezes              b(e)less me! sometimes, he wishes she could see beyond the ...

how a shy boy woos a loud girl because he lives in a world of flippant tongues and itchy ears, a shy boy tucks in his voice and learns to speak in the language of silence ...until love came tapping on his door she reeled out her tales like s seasoned orator; he replied in the language of the rain drops she sung a song in pitches soprano high; he whispered in the language of the flowers,  teaching her nostrils the music of fragrance she chanted her desires like a voodoo priestess swinging her hips in sync with her lips; he whistled 'I love you' in the melody birds floating in the language of the morning breeze she moans a thousand words from dawn to dusk she talks, she talks, she never stops; he gestures to the of the ocean's waves, expressing his in aqua language with many words she expressed love to this shy and silent boy; he spoke to her with eye contact,  and expressed his with hearty smiles. #Pengician #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with fri...

...but you never wrote me one ediye mmi, sometimes, going home isn’t always returning to a place where a roof shields your head from the lonesomeness that lurk in the dark; it is returning to yourself, the one who never leaves when they're all gone sometimes, silence makes lonesomeness unbearable it echoes back cremated memories, in eerie syllables, as you crave, again, for the warmth of yesterday, and wish you hadn't blown out the flame sometimes, like Precious would say, "your poetry is all I need to arouse the wax in my ears, and make 'em tingle as with reaction from a tickle" until the sweet symphony of your voice, from my old stereo, sounds once more but you never wrote me one, write me a poem, would you? #Pengician   #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!

Sour Love Is Like Old Clothes Erimma,  I learnt a something new.  I'll tell you... to keep all your old friends is like keeping all your old clothes, pretty soon your closet is so jammed and everything so crushed you can't find anything to wear.  I met you new on the showcase of love I bought you,  not with a price, but with a batter of hearts. In cold nights you kept me warm I cherished you, kept you clean, tanned your beauty in the sun, patched you up when you were torn and switched roles to keep you warm. Tell me, wasn't mutual our love? Why appear abused and worn? So, like old clothes I'm sending you off. Go, someone somewhere needs you, his nude to clothe too. #Pengician   #SSA Enjoyed reading?  Please leave a comment and share with friends. Thank you!  

WRITE ME A POEM (VIII): RUBY she calls me ruby, like the fluid of life that run her veins, she said I am precious stone on which the foundation of her heart is laid she calls me ruby, the jewel that gunned her down, drew her eyes, heart, to it's glistering goodness, and pegged her to affections deep. do you think that arrow is the shooter? doth not the bow play a role assigned it by the arm that pulled orchestrated the shot? she calls me ruby, the hand that trained the bow to carve out a map to her heart, the tomb raider that smashed her defense walls with words wrist from her marrows - every drop evapourates - the jeweler who made a smuttier mesh of tingly symphonies echo in her ears. she calls me ruby, the fountain of love sprayed around the room, creating a mosaic of retro blues, but her ruby follow the faint pathway of unsung songs, contouring into a silhouette in a desert sun, dancing the left-to-right wave of goodbyes, up the heights, down the lows, flas...

WRITE ME A POEM i'm used to sipping strength from her word smoothie and drawing confidence from her words soothing. my first stage performance is a day whose memory can't self destruct it's that one day I wouldn't forget in a hurting hurry. i was fidgety, palms sweaty, knees knocking my heartbeat could be heard over the public address system. a giant of self-doubt stood before me and made a dwarf of my self-confidence. then i remembered her words "jaachi" she said, "i believe in you. go be useful. you can, find strength in my love" smiles engulfed my trembling lips. like the last droplet of water from a dry faucet, courage dropped on my patched soul, moistened my vocal chord and filled feet with motivational bones. i found my voice and raiser an hallelujah in the wings of love i'm used to drawing confidence from her soothing words. but the frame that house the voice of her words is long broken, dust ridden and left hanging out to rust in a galler...

MAKING MEMORIES Ediye mmi tickle me with funny tales until my cheeks hurt from much laughter and my eyes are misty with tears of joy, now and ever after then, walk down memories made so we could make memories that ne'er shall fade while reminiscing past memories Ediye mmi, write me a poem about this fantasy and watch me weave reality around it with intentional passion  #EdiyeSeries #Pengician #SSA