Winter Lessions

“Hey, lets be friends!”
soon became beneficial.
Now that is ends,
the meaning? controversial.
All those hours spent,
sad, ’twas never official.
physical intimacy
soon led to
emotional attraction;
which led to
an internal apprehension,
that the feelings are
oh so superficial.
the lawns become white
as we, together perspire;
we slowly start to ignite
a passionate lustful fire.
As the temperature dropped,
panties, boxers followed;
we slowly developed
defiance toward tomorrow.
Gotta put an end to this
self-guilt inflicting poetic piece.
Another one’s coming…over
and over and over again.
Its time for spring lessons.

Wordplaying #2

1st poem in 6 months, she says I’m slacking.
so, welcome to my thoughts and abstractions,
the shell in my mind is cracking,
giving birth to new ideas and creations.
Let’s do this before the memories start decaying,
but don’t be alarmed, I’m just wordplaying.

Her body so sweet- tangerine
she backs it up on me- time machine
being on her got me high- dramamine
like i hit the jackpot, my heart's racing.
I know, this rap-like rhymes are far from amazing,
But its all good, i’m just wordplaying.

I just made a list, check this:
of the things i like in life- quick fixes.
numbers 25 and 26: voluptuous asses,
so real you don’t need 3D glasses.
Your ass is what great class is
perfect like brady’s forward passes,
It kills me like mustard gases,
then wakes me up and
makes me smart like turco’s classes.
Do you get the picture i’m painting?
Nevermind, i’m still wordplaying.

I know that verse wasn’t politically correct,
It probably showed some moral neglect.
I mean to say negligence,
but sorry, I haven’t diobeyed my conscience.
If this offends you, or you cant relate,
Don’t be so stuck up- docusate.
the happiest day of my life, really-
is the day I stopped taking myself seriously.
I got tired of thinking about
things that keep wearing me out.
but if you’re following everything i’m saying,
you already know that i’m just wordplaying.

Physician, heal thyself

I have not written in a while. Its not like anybody reads this blog anyway. Its just a speck of dust in the myriad of published material out there. But to satisfy my yearn to wordify my thoughts, I hereby open window to mind so the fumes have an exit. I have been thinking a lot about the biblical phrase: 'physician, heal thyself'. I do not know under what context it was used in the bible, but I am sure that the meaning permeates generations still. Physicians are held in high regard by the public. Very much so because these are some of the most educated people in the society. They are trusted with the most confidential of information about the most vulnerable of people; they are expected to perform under the most stressful of conditions; they take care of you. But who takes care of them? The job exposes one to a great deal of psychological trauma, enough to drive a common joe extremely bizzarre. Physicians see mankind in its barest, lowest, and most pitiful of states. But how do they stay above it all? One word: Detachment. Physicians have to be somewhat detached to avoid emotional pain that comes naturally after witnessing a great deal of physical pain. The level of responsibility placed on them sometimes requires a bravado and a public show of emotional infallibility. This could be detrimental, especially because doctors are human and experience the same physical and emotional difficulties that their patients experience. Repression hardly solves any problems. But thats what they do. They compartmentalize, sometimes under the assumption that not facing problems make them go away. So slowly their marriages implode, friendships are severed, and personal lives are practically non existent. I am not saying that this happens to all physicians; there are definitely docs that live very wholesome lives, who care for their families and friends. The difference between these types is that the latter see medicine as a job secondary to family. Medicine comes first in college, medical school, and residency while other aspects of life are put on the second burner. That should stop at some point. A healthy life is not lived alone. Man, as they say, is not an island unto himself. Healing yourself means preserving yourself. This means not letting anything consume you...

WordPlaying

I said hey, my name is Fiyin.

He goes that’s half my name

So, Im better than you.

I say I got half the name,

But I am twice the man.

Nose rings and tongue rings dont make you cool,

Put a ring around your heart

and go to school

Get married to truth

Buy a house, build a fence,

Make love and birth Common Sense

Stand against the winds the world sends

Be a man, stand for what's right

Even alone, stand with all your might.

Show me that you're better than me,

Then maybe you'll be good enough for you.

From here to there.

Worlds different as night and day,

Unity and accord seems far away,

How glaring is the contrast

That prevents us from finding parity?

Are the bodies of waters that divide us too vast

For us to build a bridge to conformity?

Israeli, Palestinian; aren't you both middle eastern?

Christian, Muslim; arent you both human?

We all have our beliefs-

In higher powers, notions and ideology;

But what causes most grief

Is dogma, violence and bigotry.

Lets put it all aside,

And strive for absolute unity;

bridge the gap- no matter how wide,

And reach for our common identity.

Bridges- to build, to burn, and to rebuild

The cycles of life.

Your hope of a life with me,

- was what I killed.

You wanted to be a wife

But I ain't even thinking that far.

I pride myself as a free bird,

But birds do need some place to rest-

Some good, lovely, homely kind of nest.

That’s a bridge we'll cross when we get there

If we ever get there.

Troubled waters drown the bridge,

Don’t even know where I'm going.

But that’s the thing about bridges-

Waters rise and fall-

But the bridge is always there

to take you home.

May your road be rough

May your road be rough. These were the words of Tai Solarin, a great Nigerian educator , that were echoed by my secondary school principal at the beginning of every school term. It is only about ten years later that I fully understand the meaning of those words. I am now a medical student who lives from examination to examination; with constant angst about the future and constant ruminations about the past. Our success is contingent upon the amount of risk we are willing to take; great things hardly come easy; and perspiration is essential to gratification. I am thankful for a rough road, I am thankful for obstacles and challenges, and I am thankful for the things that didn’t go my way. For if not for those things, the taste of future success wouldn’t be so savory, and the smell of future accomplishments wouldn’t be so ambroisal. So, I am looking forward to a rough road. I am ready for a tough journey. And by the grace of God and the help of man, I shall overcome.

Untitled

Still thinking of how to put this into words

My lips still mumbling the words-oh my lord!

My mind is comfortable with the innocent view of you,

But an innocent act possibly misconstrued,

Leaves me totally unamused.

Do I still believe in you?

I mean, should I still believe in you?

Cos the future we talk about

Is shattered by what the present brings about.

I am not scared of being betrayed

Cos a good and caring mate is what I have portrayed,

And that puts my mind to peace.

But what shatters my heart to pieces,

Is the delicate trust I have in you,

Being threatened by everything you do.