The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i)Hello there... I'm Pete Akinwunmi, aspiring poet, singer, harmonica player, saxophonist, sports psych & erstwhile rugby player. On this site you’ll find my writings in the form of poems and song lyrics (a few of both accompanied by video footage) expressing my love of words, word play and fun expressing personal psychological insights related to being the best you can be or at least as happy as possible with what you are.
I love me now.Now that I know that the merry-go-round of emotional traumas and suffering I have experienced were omens and were inevitable if I continued to be at war with my own truth.Authenticity was hard to find. I love me now.Now that I know that to convince the world of anything means I must […]
NO CONTEST. Sunday after Sunday we trod the way, familiar past the point of boredom. The way led to the House of God. Ten, twenty, thirty children, all under sixteen marched as prisoners to sing and listen to Jesus, who never answered our prayers for a mum and dad to care, or to care for. […]
He believes language is no leash on the mind, more like an unbroken stallion, wild-eyed. A lover and a bolt of lightning, an unsheathed sword, through which even the unspeakable takes on the world. From the first pale flicker of dawn on his lids to the darkened hush where delirious dreams play, his mind fills […]
Summer stars dance like marionettes,as they glitter through the leaves.Open ears on trembling earthhear the susurrations of the trees.Close those Summered eyes to pray,and see what Autumn freeslift the mask from your eyesand see the sloth of Summer sleaze.–Kiss the pregnant Crystal Fairywatch as the petals burst,glory as the Autumn rain suckscolours from the dirt.Croak […]
There’s a monger down the market with foreboding on his cart, He’s selling trepidation, wrapped in yellow chicken hearts. If you’re looking for some extras, he’ll add a qualm or three, buy a bag of angst and horror, you’ll get a new bete noire for free. –Hanging baskets full with phobias, all a sickening bloody […]
Once as a dusk entombed me, Hope grew hoarse, and shadows doomed me. In a house where forces groomed me I thought of thoughts I dared not speak. Each wall was lined with disheveled dreams Scars from storms I ought never to have seen. Time – that ghostly, grinding wheel, Carved new cracks in every […]
(In this poem I’m addressing Albert Camus. In doing so I’m confessing a huge debt, unfathomable wonder and an instinct for rebellion.) You found me, twenty and cracked open, too alive to die, too numb to live. Your pages spoke like cigarette smoke curling from the mouth of God. You said the world was blank, […]
At my conception music was embroidered into my soul. A tapestry rich in rhythm is woven through me threading in and around guts and knitting bone and blood to spirit. There-from, a wellspring of inspiration fizzes continuously like a fuse wire buzzing toward its dynamite. Thrilling, ragged rock is stitched into me, mending frayed membranes; […]
I have baggage here, a heart full of tears – Aahh, so I take it easy. I want to unfurl my wings, fly against the wind, breathe some glory. Deep scars in my soul, heart’s a thousand years old… but I take it easy. I can take myself higher, with words that inspire and heal […]
I remember when she was 18 she had the lovinest body man, I’d ever seen Made all the boys stop and stare Ten years of creamcake and her figure’s everywhere. She’s a big big mumma and I love everything she’s got A big big mumma and she still makes my blood run hot When she […]
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