"ADE'S JOURNAL", 70

  Cotton strips strung on age old spindles, maneuver around and about experienced fingertips. Climbing and falling, rising and jumping up and down, forging patterns and merging together to form the fabric of love, the fabric of birth, the fabric of life. The Aso Oke fabric.... The weave that made all smile, all glide as each intricate strand is Woven Strings From White Clouds And An Endless Blue Sky.

"ADE'S JOURNAL" 69

  Hives of wasp colonies, stain the sky with beautiful patterns, pointing at me with sharp round bottoms. Warning me or urging me to try, I'm not sure which. All I know is that, Bumblebees are not impressed and shove the skinny flying weapons away from the sky as they paint the sky with even black and yellow stripes. Stinging and singing with choruses as Love Dives Soars Sinks And Spins....

"ADE'S JOURNAL", 68

 Ripple's rip hard at the edge of my fluttering heart. Sinking the corners I never thought would stay afloat. Weighing down on me with bubbles of memories, of betrayal that broke my beating heart. Does it end all I cherish about love, or make me merry at the thought of falling in love? As I stand on a slippery Lagoon floor, deciding to grasp or swim away from haunting thoughts. The words echoed and scream at my waxy eardrums, Love's A Lonely Calabash On A Forgotten Shore...

"ADE'S JOURNAL" 67

  Sliding down a heavy sky, minding how I'm never dry. Wet rows of steady tears drops, rush down to form ready raindrops. Lie by my transparent lines, why hide my true mind? Our friendship isn't meant to be, time just stings and brings us close as busy bee's. Washed ashore with all waves could gather, making for all to see, A Spectacle By Times Lazy Lessons....

"ADE'S JOURNAL, 66"

   Scooped and shaved, the wooden sawdust tells a story woven in Carved In The Sands Of Time. Passion is my zeal to do, so much more. Irritation is your need to use me to achieve all you want. Dreams I'm poised to see you cone to pass. And always my heart will lead me to where my goals will play.
Free to create and Open all life's beautiful gate...

"ADE'S JOURNAL", 65

  The view from the top is mesmerizing and the stone walls in front of me have a shocking horizon. What steps should I take? Which direction, should I go? A Labyrinth Has A Million Possibilities, but for now, for me, there are only  three possibilities. I could go left or go right or take the cowardly route and go back. Whatever I choose, it does not keep me stuck on a spot but instead moves me forward and closer to my goals.

"ADE'S JOURNAL", 64

  Spinning whip threads by a bright silver Lagos Lagoon, I know I've got ninety days to spin and merge it all. Close up, Nature's gift shows and shares, the natural web of wealth. My toes, grab at the nozzle of ancient funnel as I reel in from the filament tiny threads of cheer, woven with love, spun by lust and thrust by a big heart. As these last days, has me Hanging By Love's Breakable Silk Thread. Oh family, friendship, career and good health, stay true to me and give me only the best and forevermore I will only declare...

  The beast roared but no sound escaped it's raging lungs. The predator pulled, deeper and deeper and closer to its jaws. Salivating as we inched closer to its mouth watering tongue....