Behind the Mask

Behind the mask lays a map of corridors whose walls are heavily decorated with pictures of present and past lives; illusions, fantasies, dreams and notions

Behind the mask, is where she takes permanent residence, her safe haven, where she comes out to play, where she dares to brave

Cool is her exterior, but false her facade
Every movement is propelled by an unnoticed agility,
surrounded by an invisible reality, which collectively
presents a picture; mirage, an illusion, expressing a desired notion

Behind the mask, resides puts to bed raw emotions,
emotions that define the intricacies of who she is,
the reasons of what she is afraid off, to show or mention

©Remi Banjo, September 2008
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Phone Call

Whilst day dreaming, she is presented with the beauty of his voice. Fingers, they trace the outline of it's smooth, yet rugged surface, giving her subconscious something tangible to embrace.

In her dreams, his love, it plays her, a calming, yet ferocious melody, encouraging her heart to beat in alignment to it's rhythm

She is eager to grasp each note played, scurring to write them down, fearful they might be lost, forever within the realms of her dreams.

The warmth of his love, is subtlety disguised in

the ambiance of the shadows of his tone,

drawing her inwards, desperately calling out for her

to be a part of him, a reflection and extension of him

In her consciousness, she is waiting to be his love,

his one and only, his everything, his all

So, she sits quietly, by the phone

patiently waiting for him to call

©Remi Banjo, September 2008

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A New Season To Be Blessed God's Way

Let the righteous rejoice
Children of Zion, give praise to the Lord
For it is a new season,
a brand new day
The wait is over,
everything ever prayed and hoped for
is finally coming your way

In diligence and in faith
you have laboured and prayed
all through the father's grace
Now, the wait is over
the harvest starts manifesting today

It is a new season in God's will
to show off his glory and
proclaim him as the faithful king
His words never go back to him unfulfilled
Every prayer uttered is about to be fulfilled

It's a new season, it's a new day
Stake your claim
on it, write your name
It's time to get paid
the glorious father's way

©Remi Banjo, July 2008