Lost in Translation

My poetry’s not always a sign of the times

But of times when the signs were hard to define

Though emotion sometimes I find is a crime

I contrive a few lines of a time sublime

Or describe and define a time of demise

From the rot I rise, it’s the lives of flies

I just try a design and find that it rhymes

Peer inside of my mind and you’ll find that I’m fine

Though I speak of the lows

I’m as high as a mind

Half baked

While flyin' right above Mount Zion

See my make up’s a Lion, far from a dove

My hate for Hyenas is love for my cubs

I’ve never lost without gaining

To speak of loss is not complaining

But, too often exchanges

Just get lost in translation…

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I have never lost without gaining myself.
Again your turn of a phrase and plays on words is quite fun....so even with a serious theme you let us laugh...
i also relate to this...i often write of past relationships and different variations of pain....then readers start thinking i am almost suicidal...when really i am smiling because i am writing...and like an actor, conjuring up old wounds as fuel for the writing.
good stuff, Olu.
impressive poetry from you, enjoyed the reads.
j.