Oh no ! Am I supposed to be the hero? Is the damsel in distress or is it damn zeal and more stress? How I wish I could ace this overthinking test. Asking myself who died and made me mayor of this town? this crown unfit to be mine and still I dawn it like it’s my birth right. left in despair, morally corrupt is this here moment. can I call it a night I’d my days are beaming in darkness? whose plan should I foil in order to quench this madness? How best should I sleep yet the snore of my previous insomniac thoughts keep me awake? I often tire rolling this down this rough patch, to bad things are not as they seamlessly seem. It’s the soft life in others we sought out as we’ve seen it to be, though they be it a masked soul that will always bottle down their shortcomings. Explosive anger ain’t nothing but self will to heed caution by grasping control least the pieces never be seen. A glimmer of light from one’s expectations, dragged out and skinned by life’s reality checks. Tick tock goes this precious time piece that’s life, nothings but a rotation of the old for one which is a new begging for the next. Truly half lived if you still don’t hold on to discipline as a way of it all, self control to keep you afloat and mistakes that are lessons learned through experience. This remain to be a confusing era, the error of it all being humanity or rather lack thereof.
I thought of you and a tear ran down my right cheek The thought of your sleepless nights, stressful thoughts and clouded judgement weakend me. Battles you fought and quit before you could stand tall for the war This world that irked you to your end by catalysing the great pains you harbored inwardly. How many days did you spend worrying about things you saw an we’re unable to come to terms with a resolve? What tormented your well-being by choking the air out of your lungs and plunged you deep into insecurities? Whom did you reach out to, rant/vent your heart out to and still the burden wasn’t close enough to alleviation? How surreal was your experience that to you life was no longer worth living? To what extent did you go to before you choose a day and dabbed it your last ? Had it been this bad and are you the last or is it rather the first to go through the motions, emotions & now a point of caution? When you jotted down your last words was it through pain, acceptance, denial or rather just a curtain call for you? What about you who took it into your own hands to take your leave without any further explanation as to the reason why? The pain you left behind didn’t register to you that it would be enormous, you clearly thought it as end of an Error and not an Era, You who felt unloved/ unwanted, whose action weren’t reciprocated in the right way, a victim of violence physical/mental/financial. Life is worth living though you weighed your options and called it a wrap with an unwavering though. Am I right to even question the act while I was of no help nor wasn’t able to see the signs? What would I have done, said or even enlightened you differently to have you hold on. We are all walking obituaries for sure I know, the common destination we so share being death buy why cut life short? Thoughts of why; like tumbleweed on a windy, hot scotching and dry deserted dessert keep disturbing me, begging this dried up shocked eyes of mine to not to close but profusely blink for darkness is something that has me jumpy. Memories of you linger as is a scented aroma to a hungry gawking belly,
I was born in this season need I say for more than the reason known to me. I’ve learnt but am yet to to know what the worlds all about Peace of mind is what am about. What I crave for is not defined by peoples views and opinions of whom they think me to be not doing it for posterity rather than prosperities sake. I love and I have been loved, for the conceived by a couple who felt me right is just but my living testament. The truth will always shine and enlighten my path for born a crime I was not, this is the time í truly feel it being given freely without any other expectation. I’ll shimmer and glow like the crystal clear waves that sway in vigorous motion letting nothing stand on there way. Drive through the road of life enjoying the scenery without the fear for I am not a worrier but a warrior. Taken my chances within reason for life’s a gamble, though I’ll not let myself be an addict this being the warranty since death is a guarantee. Seek forgiveness where I have wronged knowingly or unknowingly. Lacking shame for what I seek is what others already accomplished but what’s within me ain’t mediocre. Live and let leave Embrace the sensations of joy and laughter, Sadness, relief and pain that’s soon to find reprieve. Fight and stand for my own for I’ll not succumb to silence nor will my No be a cause for me to explain why. Strive to be an individual whose actions are as a result of self and not a statistic whose demise is as a result of blindly following. I’ll lead and also learn how to follow Listen to form an understanding by paying attention and not because I want them to finish so I can talk. Celebrate every achievement no matter how minuscule it might be to the world who’ve already excelenced in it. Always have a day that I deserve for my Karma slate will be nothing less than squeaky clean.
Shaded blood Strong musky dripping sweat Streaming uncontrollable tears Naseua and ultimate discomfort Jaded unnerving thoughts fading out one after the other all absentmindedly. Insomniac restless nights, in fight with the past, current and future fantasies Unstructured bewildering feelings laced with potent emotional outburst Sleek smile just intended to simulate a haven of positivity in a bubbling sudsy brook of volcanic negativity The Muscle relaxers/painkillers an inhabitation of this bodies vexed yearns. Prior to the darkness that spooked and soothed all at ones, comes the light that sharply pierced the skin from it’s rays while causing a visual distress. A twitch of the skin for it’s crawling with irritation, but I wonder what the goosebumps present represent? Cracking fingers as if breaking dry wood, limbs sore as if to have been on knocked out of submission. Frail body a true acquiescence of this morden day time. Whispers unclear uneager to form speech nor moving vertically. Hot flaring unbearable nostrils, breathing proving to be an uphill task. Halfway fragmented skin etched finger nail, red lit sore thumb pinching from the inside out and vice versa. Motionless laid like a sack of potatoes dropped flat on the ground in heft as if poisoned or sedated. A wince of painly panick though no remedy in the offing. The day ends as such, tommorow I mend my wounds and move purposefully forward.
Where my feet fail, lord let me hover in your blessings Slain emotions and decapitated truths we are facing. Tense is the ever growing issue of whose right and what’s wrong. Superiority complex so unnerving yet unbelievably deadly for it’s a race for the races. Woke it’s said we should be though our actions to the next slumber like a hibernated bear. Who amongst us is better than the rest or are we all the same but thumping like winners on our chest. Held down by reality, uplifted by our ambitions and disillusioned by our fantasies. Done sacrificing for thankless people whose demands is more than you first did for them. Up fighting on a daily just panting on zero while still at the starting point while the finish ain’t in view. I know you not which is not a deterrent for me to wish you the best, mutual are our friends who’ve celebrated you in mines presence. Tough it is to say that it’s a consolation price worth loosing the person, but we know their soul rests at a wonderful place. Beauty is not just in what is seen, heard or experienced but it’s in the fact that we are alive to be part of it all. Hate, love, anger, spite, lust, laughter, cries, tears, scream of pain/panick or joy, praise worship and all that’s ent to be gained. Rumour has it that..it’s catalystic how news spread like wild fire in a field of hay, yet we are all after success and clearly life’s made by our actions At times its best to get to know a stranger than hang out with the same old folks who’ve constantly found comfort in the zone they are in. A stranger to your very own behavior light, camera action on your multiple personality act
Nauseated, illed by this worldly words. Can’t get them back once you’ve spat them out. As the nose intake digestively and discharges air. Why can’t words be swallowed after emitted. To speak freely, does one really require permission. In addition to listening as a skill, everyone’s all ears as your words spill. The grins, show of disgust, enlightenment, disbelieve, understanding among all others shaped on the listeners faces. It’s as if you’ve made a suggestion for a trip to the sewers. A total imagination of all kind of feaces, around gathered are but a celebrative gathering: lets call it a mob of flies. To tame when used right they can work wonders, for the right words interms of conviction. “Its easier said than done” they say. An sales persons skill, why not ask a spokesman. Stage fright; talk of phobia when it comes to public speaking. Its alright in refrences to motivational talks, guidance and counselling?
Plunder away, as we fools cheer you on for a hand out in your guzzlers which we’ll never come even close to owning.
As you and you golf buddies request for a cold one at the country clubs after teeing off, families out here no resources are wondering why their tea is off.
Squander the countries resources to your fill and throw an empty promises oh Mr/s. politician, we’ll just accept the heavy taxation mandated to us so you can live life as we focus on survival as squatters in our very own homes.
Extend your hands for more hand outs and continuously borrow from other countries and sell our last shirt off our backs as collateral, for we do the same though we spill our neighbors blood for you for we believe you are the change we need.
Pass on bills ment to safe guard we the commoners, stay mute for 5 years and take naps at parliament for your sitting allowance is not affected; but when your salary increment debate is on you’ll always stand unshaken claiming hardships and how worthy you are.
Fuel the tribal wars throw in shade to catalyse the masses anger, for your style of leadership is founded through division, instigation and hate.
Arm your community for a pool of blood is about to flow, while you and your family jet out of the country on holiday for safety reasons watching it all while relaxed floating on a bubble in an infinity pool somewhere.
Bite off the hands that feed you, for we the people who put you there and are taxed to pay you are just lazy layabouts who you insist should create their own employment.
Suck up to foreigners as is do most men to a pretty lady, yet ignoring we who’ve been there with, for and by you; just to come back to us seeking more to impress your new found hobby.
Kill the messager, set ablaze the message, destroy all industries and while at it run them to the ground for a government bail out.. oh forgive me the tax funded bail out will always come in handy.
Spew shinanigangs at our peoples funerals and cause chaos as is the norm. for a last send of is for the rich, your fellow political class and their family member,
Break every law you so hold hostage to your people, if it so helps your businesses and lifestyle advance yet prosecute a man for feasting on His neighbors dog for claims of hunger.
My life is in danger, extra security you claim; Do you know how dangerously we are working & living on a daily just to secure you that position yet end up as bro’s who are broke and broken.
A battle of words against your colleagues just because of difference in opinion, yet calling for integrity from us while yours is just intent on greed.
Feel at home when visiting other nations as you take in all they have to offer asking “why can’t we did it?”, yet you forget the rising havoc and mayhem is as a result of you and your cronies way of bagging another sit a campaign promise for a fix.
In the wee hours of the night without warning/notice you’ve bulldozed people’s homestead, failed to develop the said projects by looting it’s funds as your zooming past traffic on the wrong side while a whaling ambulance is just but none of you concern, silly me your health/living is a better countries problem not ours [we are but your office and eventually cemetery].
A lot more to say but just know one day we’ll wake up sick and tired of being sick and tired, the arms you’ve handed us will be aimed right back at you and not to our neighbors but as for now stock up,
This is not a call to arm’s, but think it’s free before it’s no longer legal; stand back but do stand by for a mental revelation is here and the revolution is now.
WE LIVE AS THE DAMN, WE DIE FOLLOWING THE DAMN A TRUE LEADER MUST LEARN HOW TO FOLLOW
Where did we go wrong training animals to behave like us, while we disregard a moral decaying society? Whatever happened to loving humans and using thing instead of the opposite. When did we get busy enough to ignore the waling morns of a dying soul¿ Whats this we a creating AI structures to act as humans as we act robotic while we claim to be growing? Who is to blame of all those time spent away from fellow creatures as we exploit mother nature? Why is it a game setting humanity a blaze and calling it fun? Competing to kill each other is but a famed superiority game. Patriot who die, gunned down fighting fellow men. Discontent and jealousy, Paining with empathy. A distorted mind, controled by the tele via our vision to be programmed. A people in a mission, untrue to others and themselves.
She”s like an angel, embraced by the fully clouded wings. Cocooned by nature, blissed in stature. An undiscovered jungle, nurtured by mother nature. A rainbow in the horizon with glittering sparkles of the last rainfall. A true gem, what a miners tale. Shinning like the sunlight, such is her glow like the moonlight. A vision in the daylight, a pilgrims quest coming to a tented night rest. Like a mist-full morning she lingers, like smooth beach sand she sways with the waves at the shore. A melody to an artists ear, a symphony to the lovers and haters. For a taste to savour she is, a sense of fresh air it is. Nothing but a dessert to a coronary master chef. A painters motivation, a Rambrant piece of art. Master piece per say, in need of a kiss I say. A time portal to the past, a mission with change to embrace the future. A piece off puzzle to the gamer, a complex theory to those in-search of education. A carnivore to the young, oozing with beauty to the lustful. Go to sleep for now…………………..
A drag in time the drift in seasons A sprint towards success In this circuit of life Shift on the ready with the well timed clutch
Halted by the Red light In amber of thoughts As the raving engines growl Left behind is a glowing green light Wailing sirens fill the airy atmosphere ”Pull over” met by a “catch me if you can” response
Age being but the checkpoints A bump or two let them not derail us Speeding past it all Screeching tires with a smoky after burn Everything still intact despite the road rage All but mechanism of human as a race
I crave clarity, a yearn for sincerity Am looking for stability and all the success that accompany peace of mind Somethings seems to elude me Other matters seem to want to split me into two A flickering flame that won’t die down Molten spirit that’s stuck on each other keeping me going I seem to lack one thing or rather another, though positive for I am whole and not weary Ave grown to appreciate the spark that twinkles deep inside those smiling eye, underneath that worn out wrinkly face. Settling for less while working to the last ounce of strength, just to make someone proud and feel the sacrifice. Acidity levels choking my insides as I salivate at the thought of a meal I ones called a pass on. The fear of consequences, that seem to have me place myself on others shoes. Dehydrated body beat up as the air that’s freely given to us flows in like hot soup and out my nostrils dry Day dreaming of the day I’ll take a vacation from myself, at a sand beach with a beautiful view, while the waves sway like a Latin lady’s hips dancing to salsa. I seek answers to questions unknown to me Staring at the horizon and always alert at the slight startle, as if expecting something or someone who’ll change my days perspective. All isn’t lost for life still flows through me, despite the constant thought of that unwelcomed sprawling bullet making it’s way through my now hollowed skull.