Flawed Brilliance … Perfect Ineptness.

Pensive Images, 4



Bright as spark, flush of good deeds

Adored, envied, much desired by all

Yet there’s a dark room full of hubris

How so can one be brilliantly flawed?



All scripture doth know and quote

Oft right on the money for purity

But then that one flaw – that rote of destruction

Doth stalk, even as the encomiums pour.



Lonesomeness begets a license

Separation breeds inner struggles

Abiding alone harbingers amok imaginations

You gat no grip, no anchor for safety.



Simmering beneath that veneer of gold

The wooden sepulchre of morbidity grind

Dark, inhibitive thoughts, grave draconian muses

Your soul assailed, dust to dawn like curfews.


Who can rescue from this constant

ringing, this tintinnabulum that on and on goes?

Maybe Immortality’s judgment coming?

That nadir, certain culmination of reckoning?



Get a grip, seek the gift, freely given

You, born to rule, programmed to reign,

adrift? Brilliance alone no saviour be.

Realignment with the Daystar, your sure bet!



© 21st July 2016. Adewale Adeniji

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s