Looking up to the sky, I can’t help but be thankful for heavens gift Waking up to the knowledge that I am not walking alone fills me with awe Nightmares quickly become my salvation for they steer me in the direction of you Left or right are not the only available paths, sometimes the way […]
Capital “O” (Heavens Gift) Read Post »
The next bread comes before the first day, the light and the darkness fall on the night My might is lost as my sight struck by plight Who can help the strong? and who should hate on the weak? Why does the driver keep to the road? and why does the time look out into
Most are Caught between the crossroads;the high roads or the narrow path Many sit by the sidewalk confused and unable to choose They play it safe by accepting stagnation, forgetting that inaction is in it’s self a kind of action Nothing lasts forever, so why waste the little time allocated to you Most men work
Capital “F” (Perpetual Augmentation) Read Post »
A love letter to you would be to the world a long letter The words I cook up are heated by the passion I feel for you Longing for your grip, hold me before I loose control of my mind I am a your disciple, I would be your faithful and loyal follower I would
Those that find themselves standing in the empty room of imagination count sheep They Day dream and reminisce over untapped memories and unfulfilled visions To them, participating would have been the best choice; but their time is all spent Time does not reward all this neglect rather attempts to normalize alienated feelings Motion sickness all-around
Idleness breeds Mindless curiosity towards the conceptual versions of what the truth is not All these seem to keep me busy as the world chooses to Trend my nation #Nigeria We are under siege it might seem but the reality of this realization is that many do not share this obvious burden The average man
Comfortable Complacency Read Post »
We started the climb with the hope of touching the stars We reached the top and realized that the stars were always by our side We partied in our dreams and resented the prophesies We Weeped because of the Visions of an unborn prince,that had wisdom to impact upon an idle generation His destiny has
Butterflies pounding on the walls of my stomach My heart beat rises , but my voice grows lighter The light coming into my soul seems darkened by the sadness of my heart My eyes are drenched with liquid sorrow as my pulse drops Left in the lurch : deserted but not abandoned for gloom still
Catenaccio ‘Bolted door’ Read Post »
When the signal seems so far away and the answers we seek are not received When the road followed brings men closer to the past rather than the future We are lost to reason and start to communicate with doubt We are appraised by our unbelief and ushered into a house of illusions The days
