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Don't kill

2014-02-08T14:32:00.001Z

I try

I've tried so many times

It's probably the 1000th time

Maybe I've even lost count

I'm stuck

I'm stuck in this daily recitation and rehearsal of trying to give life to my dream

Resuscitation probably can't revive this

My mind is wondering where Glory is wandering

I'm reeling from something real

And It's killing me

Though I wanna keep the hope alive

I feel like putting a gun to my talent

And end the madness

Because they say that insanity is doing the same old thing in repetition

If that's really true, then I'm enjoying the craziness of this competition

I strive! I strive!!

they say hard work pays

Buh I'm wondering why the cheque is coming at a snails pace

Every man enjoys the fruits of their own toil they said

but I'm still in drought season

Though the prospects are in the hind sight of my blind side

The Lord can open the floodgates of all the avenues to revenues

From outta something new that I never knew

I'm thinking of putting a gun to my talent and ending the madness

To lay it to rest... in peace

But the voices in my head won't allow me to live in peace

"try a little harder", "Just One more time"

Because I'm already addicted

An addiction no detox can flush out

Because the dream won't let me sleep

And the hunger for success keeps me awake

No! I don't wanna feel defeated

There's no job vacancy for quitters anyway

So I ask myself everyday

"when will the glory come"

My puny mind can't bear the imagination

Only God knows... Maybe not today, maybe someday

But I can't say I'll stop trying

I'm stuck! I'm stuck!!

I'm stuck in this daily recitation that better days will seek me while I seek them until we meet at crossroads

In the end I'm not scared that I'll fail, I'm just terrified I'd regret giving up

So Let me tell the critics and myself

"don't kill my vim"

2014-01-20T12:22:00.001Z

Destiny

Wot a mystery

They say it's in our own hands

They lied, didn't they?

Because we can't control wot Life presents to us

It's a freight we can't carry

We plan, God plans

We plan, God disposes

We dream, but we wake up to a different reality.

The past has already happened

It may be gone but it has already redefined your life.

it's implications still ripples across the present

To a future that is already happening

Though we are not there yet

We can only imagine

Tomorrow will come, buh it wouldn't meet everybody

We can only imagine, but it's all up to destiny

Our expectations are only projections into the future

No matter how we invest in it, it's all up to destiny

It may or may not be fulfilled

You can never get it exactly right

Our predictions and surveys are subject to the forces of life

We can only control our reactions to wot life throws back at us

Every choice that we make opens a door to infinite possibilities

Our decisions define our paths, we can only move our feet.

Our destinies are beyond our control... But how we react in the end is us for the taking.

A SINNERS REDEMPTION

2014-01-18T11:16:00.002Z

Last night was another session of regression
He’s about to repeat the same sin at the same scene despite the repercussions.
He’s tired of sinning, tired of rehearsing the same insanity.
He’s tired of being a devoted slave child to vanity.
Fatigued from all the atrocity.
It’s hard to get things off your chest, cause it’s hard to bench press the temptations.
It’s like every night is a date with evil.
I feel like my calendar schedule was planned by the devil.
No spaces and vacancies for a righteous revival.
Virtues can’t topple the vices
And the sins are climbing higher than fuel prices
Higher than polls, yet I can’t win any vote of confidence.
He wishes he could flee the guilt, but the heart is an inescapable residence.
Feels like the guilt stocks his wardrobe and fills his fragrance.
Everywhere he goes, he wears them feeling like a hypocrite.
Clearly he can see his religion slowly slipping away in secret.
So he can’t visit the Holy Scriptures anymore with a clean conscience and without interference.
The guilt won’t allow him… always demanding a gate clearance.
He buries his hope in the doubt that God will reject his repentance.
He can’t remember the last time he was a guest at the sanctuary.
Though he used to be a tenant and pledged residence till his obituary.
But the guilt of sin will promise to evict him with all possible interventions.
So much that he’s losing hope about the privileges of a sinner’s redemption
Or the blessings of a believer’s salvation,
All he rather thinks about is God’s wrath and condemnation.
He’d rather the devil be his council than God be his attorney.
Cause he’s fed up of going back on all the promises and covenants.
So he wonders if all his credits of forgiveness are all stale, depleted and quaint.
And he wonders if he could borrow the favors of a Holy saint.
Heart stomping like a stampede from the feet of African elephants.
Pounding in terrible fear… so loud and evident
In grief that today will be the end of my time, and that his book of deeds have nothing relevant.
I know my mind is a confessions box, and I know God hears me whenever I meditate.
Cause the mind is a temple, even though there are crevices everywhere in this huge estate.
Never feel like you’re too devil enough to ask for a clean slate.
Nobody is free from sin, none of the nuns.
Not the priests nor the preacher man.
The best of sinners are those who go back to their Lord for forgiveness… regardless of everything else.
so Lord forgive me...

2013-12-08T12:18:00.000Z

Life is like a stage… the biggest stage.
But there’s no rehearsal nor backstage.
The world is an audience that is watching.
Flickering, the cameras are shuttering and flashing.
And upon you, the spotlight is showering.
So everyone is expecting you to glow.
Everyone is looking on for a good show.
Expectations are a towering freight.
And you’re not sure if you’ll catch stage fright.
But if God doesn’t write the script, can you act?
If he doesn’t direct, can you play the role?
Can you live the moment, before the curtains draw to a close?

school of Life

2013-08-02T09:59:00.001Z

I woke up this morning
And figured I had a calling
From the All-mighty and All-knowing
I feel honored, isn’t it amazing?
I’ve been losing count since.
I’ve lost count of blessings and sins.
But I’m glad the former gets formerly renewed every day.
And the latter gets forgiven sooner than later whenever I ask in every way.
I’m still enrolled in this school called Life.
Where I’d never graduate even though I study and still keep a steady strive.
They say experience is the best teacher yet I don’t see any tutors.
I don’t see any lecture rooms and educative masses.
Even though we are all in different social classes.
Tuition isn’t paid with currency.
Every obstacle will cost your tendency.
I’ve been writing so many tests without pens, pencils and papers.
And no erasers to correct my mistakes.
It’s funny because in the school called Life, the lessons come after the tests.
And that’s how we learn for the best and prepare for the worst.
I am not sure why I make many mistakes…
… But I’m certain I always excel when lessons are borne from these mistakes.
In this university, it’s not about the degree.
Your certification is based on God’s decree.
I’m probably a good student because Life is my education.
… But imperfection will never allow me to see my graduation.

The Art of Art

2013-07-29T10:29:00.001Z

I love art
She is beautiful
And I like to dress her
Because she is in everything I can decorate
So I adorn her with my thoughts and imagination.
And without these adornments I’m just holding a lead-less pencil, everything is pointless
Or an ink-less pen, stainless pages.
When my thoughts are clouded I brainstorm.
Use the eyes but vision more.
And the third eye that is very rare.
To see things that escapes everybody’s sight.
… Opportunities that are camouflage… may God favor me.
To read pictures and write paintings
Maybe they are just portraits, but I can read paragraphs from within.
Maybe they see words but I can see pictures in those sentences.
Because Art is when sight has the ability to speak.
And when words and letters have life.
So whenever I draw, let my portraits have a story to tell
So whenever I create, let them understand my statement.
And when I write, let my words add colour to your perception.
A picture is worth a thousand words
What do you have to say to the world if your life was one portrait?
Everybody has a picture to paint
If the picture is dumb, then you craftsmanship has a lot to say.
… And maybe a price to pay.
That is why we don’t hear God when he speaks.
Because we failing to listen.
If we looked carefully at His art, signs and creation.
Perhaps we could win a hearing… a beautiful speech.
If a picture is worth a thousand words… Do you hear God when nature speaks?
Do you hear Him every day?... Because every creation speaks.
I hope by the time I’m done writing you’d see the picture I’m painting.
I love art because I can tell a story without moving my lips.

LIFE

2013-07-17T09:35:00.002Z

A little Poem I want to share...

LIFE.
What is life?
They say death is the only answer.
That our lives do not belong to us.
Only a borrowed entity
That will be snatched from our bodies at a time appointed.
A time of no expectation, an announced appointment.
Without any form of warning or notice to any man of any caliber.
Death must be the fairest and most just thing in Life; every soul shall taste it.
Whether we desire it or detest it.
Whether ready or unprepared.
And while we perceive it not…
I’m sure death always flexes a grin at the irony that we can increase our life spans.
Hmmm… This must be the epitome of shock and surprise.
They say that the only certainty in life is death.
I guess the dead must have answers to the puzzle of life.
But corpses are no better than the dumb.
Otherwise they’d relate tales and chronicles.
The cemetery isn't a silent place for no reason.
If the contents of the grave were poured forth.
If only the living had certainty of what befell the dead.
If only they could even speak.
Would we even listen?
Maybe some hearts are too hard to soften, maybe that wouldn’t be enough to change their course.
That is the beautiful mystery; Nobody will ever know until they die.
And nobody who died will ever be spared another life
… nor have the chance to share his story.
No chance to amend his deeds.
This is a query that should alert the thoughts of man.
It is said that life is war.
Socrates said “the end of life is the end of war”
... could he be further away from the truth?

2013-06-07T10:29:00.000Z

It's another day and I'm drowning in my sorrows.
The darkness of yesterday is haunting my brighter tomorrows.
Yet I needn't a blunt of weed to escape the gravity.
Nor the white man's hard liquor to baptise the torment.
in the midst of a multitude, one could still feel lonely.
One could be high up in flight, yet still feel grounded
I'm probably hiding all my emotions behind a faint smile.
I live in a house filled with so much emptiness
I've been hiding all the pain from the world but there's no hiding place in my heart.
I'm drowning in an ocean of questions
but with one answer staring down from the skies.
I needn't move my lips, my heart wails in awe of mercy.
If I could shed tears, I could wipe out a drought.
Why am I wondering if God listens, I know he hears the micro decibels of my whisperings when I pray.
Or maybe He's just acting indifferent?
Why have my sentiments been met with profound negligence?
I dare not wonder with my puny mind.
And I've waited for so long frustration is pick pocketing on my patience.
Yes, Verily frustration plagues my mind
Ingratitude holds me hostage
And Failure has overstayed its welcome
Sometimes things get so intense and for a rare moment in life, I give it a thought before forgiving.
I just smiled...
Because sometimes when you think about it, pain is a beautiful feeling... A wonderful blessing.
My mind reminds me of God much in these times.
But to ease the pain, the thought of hurting others crosses your mind... Maybe vent your spleen on another soul, be they worthy or not.
it's called collateral damage.
But would that change destiny?
My conscience probes too much into my private affairs.
Verily I'm a blunt sword, no matter how much I try I cannot cut.
Because compassion is my Solomon's hair-locks not my Achilles heels.
But sometimes I smile when I remember everything.
Cos if every misfortune is a blessing, then this should be the greatest moments in my life.
I just smiled again...
Cos I see myself at the end of the tunnel...
Acknowledging God and Writing my success story.

2013-06-05T10:36:00.001Z

We all can't deny; our lives are fashioned by societies wardrobe. Inspiration and legacies are the best shoes, walk in them and leave great footprints; virtues are the best adornments, wear them and set the best trends. Don't live a life that doesn't match your pocket, nor make decisions that don't tally with the weight of your wallet. They say that our reputation is more vital than the contents of our purses. Live a simple life that shows content and gratitude. Be a monument in people's minds and a memento in reality.

2013-06-04T07:09:00.001Z

No matter how powerful, mighty or self-sufficient you may seem, There will always be a point in Life when you will fall weak to necessity and realise the need for help. But then, no matter the degree and dedication of your efforts, you fail to avail yourself in every means necessary; not from your power, fame, beauty, intelligence, wealth nor the aid of someone else. And at that trice, you'll know that your destiny isn't in your own hands, and that there's an ultimate power beyond the reach of all men... Then, you'll recognise the insignificance and incapability of man w/o God's Will... because powerlessness and fallibility will forever plague him.

2013-05-28T08:43:00.001Z

It don't matter if you're a benchwarmer...
1. Pray to God
2. Train (mind, body, spirit) and work hard everyday
3. Be patient, have faith and hope
4. Soon they'll give you your chance; a spot or the stage
5. So then be sure to rock that show like it's never been done before
6. When you're done killing the show, be humble, look up and thank God...

... This is the staircase, take one step at a time.

It don't matter if you're a benchwarmer, you'll get some playing time and you can be a great legend if you believe in God's Will.

2013-05-27T13:09:00.001Z

Teach the skill, share the talent but never share the secret... The secret always makes the differences.

#SuccessTip

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Poetic Justice

2013-05-22T07:52:00.001Z

Don't waste your time and resources seeking vengeance or reprisal; it'll never bring you justice nor will it change your circumstance. Yes, it may get you even, because it'll bring out the evil in you too. Justice is much more than revenge, even though they both share the concept of punishment... True Justice is Poetic Justice.

2013-05-06T10:42:00.001Z

Pardon me if I diminish the true meaning of your significance with my words. Nevertheless, I can’t stay speechless about it’s worth.
 I do not intend to sugar coat every line that I will quote. 
Neither is it close to my intention of exposing tots of your thoughts to diabetes. 
Don’t worry, I’ll not pour honey into your mind.
 I’m just giving you a path to a world of mine filled with treasures that cannot be mined.
 Not only do I want to be part of your life, its an honour to dwell in your cognisance. Because even when you’re reading now, we’re trading places. 
It is an asset to my life, and I never desire giving you liabilities. 
Nor do I possess liar abilities. 
But sharing with you every whiff of my abilities.

2013-05-03T10:04:00.001Z

Pride is a mighty destructible force. Not only will destroy you, it will deprive you of a lot of things; love, knowledge and compassion.

2013-05-03T10:02:00.000Z

The most beautiful things in life are not the things we see with our eyes, but the ones that we feel. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but tell me how will you describe ‘happiness’ and ‘love’ without depleting it’s true essence, or have you not failed in your quest trying to? When we feel, though it is within our comprehension, it is beyond definition and description. That is why we can’t measure it, the reason why it is a beautiful mystery.

Men Die, Legends Live Forever.

2013-05-03T09:57:00.001Z

Everybody has a dream
Everybody has something they all wish they’ll wake up to someday.
Living without a dream is like living with sight but with no vision.
And no doubt I always dream of being wealthy.
So I could buy all the things I dream of.
Dreams money can buy huh?
But what is wealth when health expires?
What is opulence when time kills everybody?
Is it not delusional to think that you be killing time?
What good is luxury when pleasure is transitory?
I guess there’s always an end to everything.
So what then is the worth of my dream? How far will it fair against eternity?
And how good is it when I’m no more?
Verily, everything depletes with time; name it; beauty, power and life.
But some legacies have lived long enough.
Some names will always be remembered;
Men die, legends live forever.
Eternity can’t silence the echoes of great legacies.
Writing is one of my legacies.
I might not be fortunate to have a monument built in my name.
But this one of the few remnants of my life that will remain after my soul is gone.
They say that mankind is haunted by the vastness of eternity.
How far will my life echo? I don’t know, and no soothsayer does.
Maybe someday preceding generations will read my words.
Memorize my thoughts.
Strangers will quote my name.
I do not know how long the effect of my efforts will ripple.
But it’s my dream that I’ll affect lives in a positive way possible.
Whichever way I can.
I’m building libraries. I want to live on shelves and in minds forever.
If they say that a picture is worth a thousand words, then writing must be the greatest art.
And I want to be one of the greatest artists.
Behold; A conflagration of revolution is coming and I can’t wait.
One day they’d say that it all started from a match stick I lit.
This is my dream…

2013-05-02T19:50:00.001Z

Praises to God,
peace to all my friends who keep it real.
Rest in pieces to all my fiends on the reel.
Apart from the Lord!! who else do I laud?!
Tell me how many will give me a loan when I'm in need and all alone.
The best change is growth, went from boy to man, but I'll always be a buoy because I'll never sink.
And ill will and I will never sync.
So let them prey and let me pray.
Who do you trust when many are animated like toons and fake as auto tunes?!
I needn't be high up in a storey before I can share a story.
Do you need a pair of spectacles before you can view the greatest spectacles?
Maybe a dream to be in a decent scene that transcends things that are seen.
Maybe A roam in Rome.
A great pleasure If i can be in Cannes, france with all the fragrance... Having sweets in suites.
Dine and reach out to the rich but still pour some for the poor.
Or Wrapped in Kashmir scarfs somewhere in the heart of Kashmir.
And That I'll still remember the routes to my roots.
Write the rights and the rites that I see even when I'm far away at sea.
When Ambition flows in the vein, the struggle shall not be in vain.
I'm patient, but I'm still In a hustle to escape the hassles.
Even though I'm all grown, sometimes I still groan.
How do you rise up the tiers of life without shedding a few tears?
I needn't peek at my future or s horoscope to elevate me to a peak of success.
I have no idea how long i should wait, but Patience and perseverance always makes a heavy weight
And missing prayers seven days a week, makes one weak.
One day I'll tell momma "your son made it, his shine isn't coming from someone's sun".
Find me a maid who wasn't made to make my ego alter, and I'll walk her to the alter.
How much does it cost to be fair, does being right come with a hefty fare?
No doubt, Faith will and will always brings good fate.
With that, the lord's favour will always be the good luck I wish i never lack.
So I'll never give up on God, looking forward to the day I'll say hello to my glory and the halo that'll reward my efforts.

2013-04-22T10:34:00.002Z

The alarm clock screamed in my ears.
And i wondered why the dead don't wake up to the same cheers.
I woke up to a beautiful morning.
Not in a grave, Praises to God, I smell no incense of mourning.
O dear Lord, who else should I laud?
Great heavens deserve every bow and applaud.
If I never make it alive, save me a seat in your lovely garden.
Where there's no pain, everything is free, and so charming.
The lord is my shepherd, I'm proud to be part of this herd.
I'm blessed; There is roof over my head.
Food on my plate, never delayed, never late.
Sustenance in my wallet, everyday and every other date.
A wardrobe stocked with clothes, like everyday is a feat.
I stopped complaining about shoes when i saw a man with no feet.
Lord please forgive me for my ingratitude.
Sometimes, i lose my way, my bearings, my longitudes and latitudes.
It is not easy when frustration holds you hostage.
And you catch amnesia during this period of bondage.
one misfortune could make you forget all the blessings.
and you can only focus on the losses and overlook the lessons.
They say do not bite the hand that feeds you.
So every time you sin, can you feel the mercy flee you?
Lord, can i borrow a piece of a mind?
I really need a peace of mind.
Drama's been beating my mind.
like it's the percussion of a drummer.
With faith, my mind is a gold that cannot be mind.
and they say sleep is the cousin of death.
so before i go to bed, i say my last prayer till i go deaf.

2013-04-22T10:21:00.002Z

I'm at standstill, pondering.
My mind is on tour, wondering.
Touring the world with no plane flights and no luggage.
With no hotel reservations and no baggage.
A tourist with his gentle mistress, conscience.
Perfume rain and reign in the middle of France.
Every whiff is a lustful fragrance.
The only stench I know comes from an expensive cologne.
But not the ones the dead men are wearing.
They say wine gets better with time, but corpses got me thinking... Stench gets worse with time.
Corpses litter the surroundings of suburbs in Syria.
Sirens and firing guns is the only symphony.
There's no art in this town but only the blood spill paintings on the bullet-hole decorated walls.
With pools of blood, gliding on the floor.

My mind is on tour, wondering.
I Roam in the streets of Rome.
caught by the display of bouquets of flowers portraying a euphoria.
And I'm wondering.
why the same flowers in Somalia are a welcome message
only an adornment of graveyards.
Famine plagues them, it pursues their lives voraciously.
Surely, death loves this country so dearly, it's lodged here for too long a stay.
Hunting mankind.
Hollywood is crowded with paparazzi buzzing over celebrity's heads
But in Palestine, it is flies that are buzzing over heads.
Heads of men who breathe no more.
Men who have left behind widows and orphans.
The biggest worry may be choosing which Sebago or Calvin Klein shoe to wear.
Until you see men with no feet.
At the end of the day your face ends up on Instagram.
Somewhere, faces always end up on obituaries.

My mind is on tour, wondering.
Louis Vuitton, Gucci bags and Kashmir scarfs adorn the opulent.
In Vegas, every minute witnesses several walking fortunes.
In Afghanistan, there are several walking coffins.
Funerals are the most witnessed occasions.
Undertakers are probably the busiest wage earners.
And graveyards are more crowded than settlements.
Dubai is flourishing with exquisite luxury.
Somalia is degrading in tattered penury.
My mind is on tour, wondering... pondering.
Why there is so much variation and contrast in the world.
I guess some are opulent to pour some for the poor.
But do we see it?

2013-04-22T09:02:00.003Z

I believe that our differences in affiliations, variations in ideology and distinctions in culture are to bring us to an appreciation of the variance in creation and nature, that we strive to blend in harmony... That we do not seclude ourselves to an affiliation, that we do not rebel, discriminate and hunt one another... That we see one another as one race - Mankind

2013-04-22T09:02:00.001Z

Writing is one of my legacies, i might not get a monument in my name but this one of the few remnants of my life that'll remain after my soul is gone. They say that mankind is haunted by the vastness of eternity, how far will my life echo? I do not know, maybe someday proceeding generations will read my words, memorize my thoughts and strangers will quote my name. I do not know how long my work will ripple, but it's my dream that I'll affect lives in a positive way... Which ever way I can.

2013-04-22T09:00:00.001Z

Regrets awaits any one who makes choices in desperation or one who makes decisions when reeling from a loss.

2013-04-22T08:59:00.001Z

Whether you seek the truth or it comes to your doorstep knocking on the door, either way it's one thing knowing it and another thing having the courage accepting and embracing it.

2013-04-22T08:58:00.003Z

Finding an excuse for any act of irresponsibility is probably the easiest thing to do after breathing. And at the same time one of the most predictable responses. After all, an excuse is always at the lips of every procrastinator... The prime prerequisite to negligence.