SUICIDE

One person commits suicide every 16.2 minutes, As much as I think it’s the easiest way and a very selfish act,I cannot lie about the fact that there are days lying on bed with so much pain and anger building up I wanted to do it. It’s hard this life, it’s a cruel joke but remember no man is an Island. There are so many people out there that love you and amidst all your failures and dirtiness, you still give them a reason to smile. And it’s not cause you bought them something or said something but the fact that you still alive. No mater how bad you think your life is or how late you think it is to save you is not enough reason to take your life. Live it to the fullest and make others know there is beauty in pain, hope in failure and there’s no limitation to trying over and over again. I chose to pen my feelings down and hope these words make someone smile or give them strength. This is how I deal with my worst days for God gave us all an outlet for pain. Find yours and use it wisely. Suicide is never an option. It’s never too late.. No need for a badly written note saying am sorry.

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As Time Dies

​Tom and jerry was fun

But life ain’t all roses and wine

The sun that gave us light

When we were young and scared of the dark

Now burns our back

As we toil underneath it

I now carry a full back pack of unsolved problems

School must have failed

So many promises of a bright future

But am eager to shine now

If only I could turn water to wine

Smiles don’t cost a thing

But its just makeup now

LIKE DECEMER

In birth I come to life

Like December I come to live

My star above and full of love

The path of the dove

On and shiny like Christmas lights

Time takes away the past

Along with it the sun

And age brings with it rust

Without the rain

The December wind blows

And most turns to gold but some

Like my plans I hid amongst the grasses

Procrastination halted my access

Now burnt to ashes

Along with their success

Hushes turn to noise

And my skin hardens not by choice

I seem to be pushing against the tide

Because it seems to have become difficult

Going along with life’s flow

Across miles I ride

Following the star to the pot of gold

Like stories before me told by giants

Read the books they shout

Thunder to my inner child

Skiing faster into uncertainty

Prayers to deities

Like a flower blooms

In search of a groom

My cold heart flickers in search of a tune

An empty nights carol

To put me to rest

But heart break looms over me

And she is putting me to doom

If only there was a room

A place to put it all to rest

And start over like January

Amidst the cold my dreams am smelting

Are somehow melting

Like snow on a little boy’s palm

Or a smile on a new widow’s lips

Smiles and Merry all around when I look

Caged is the pain within

But like December

I will remember

How my dreams used to shine so bright

A fire born in the dark

A moon to the night

Now shimmering away like the Christmas lights

What a world

​If money is what you call riches, I don’t have that type of riches. Living and loving is my riches, only sad thing is the world don’t value that riches. I have to get money to buy freedom and improve upon my human value. Even though I find love on my little nephews smiling face and peace on my mother’s face it will never be enough to set me free. Now am doing everything to get money,including memories that will keep me up at night but can you really blame me? Am just an example of what the world made me.

Know you

​She says she’s called Marilyn

She’s one hell of a beauty

You did think she from Maryland

But apparently she from my motherland

She nice, she sweet

I bet she got Mary in her

Kinda attitude that make you think I’d like to marry with with her

And I ain’t even the marriage type

For now at least

Back to the pretty girl

She got long legs like a swans

They perfect you should see her advance

She got a body like model

The type you wanna cuddle

With and wake up every morning feeling subtle

Knowing you got a queen in your castle

She says she likes it honest

And I go like I’d like to know her

She say she ain’t got time for no relationship

And I say you ain’t the type to be racing with

You the type to be patient with

Know you well

Get you basic 

Get you classic

And I hope that you worth it

Truth

​Many a times have I come across a life

I mean one that I would love to place my heart inside

And create so many precious memories beside

Make it one of a kind

But in this world we reside

Our thoughts have been designed to think

We ain’t good enough being just who we are

So we create new personalities through threads we weave

 like a girls weave

And lies flourish whiles truth chokes

We create false hopes

And now we can’t cope

Our hearts collide only to ignite an explosion of corrosion

Erosion of our true selves

Like a baby trying to walk 

We keep stumbling across

But like a cross

Crucifixion will end us

Honesty is so much feared

It doesn’t get sown anymore

The farmer says he is out of seeds

So we live lives full of beautiful lies

Forgetting true beauty and love

Is embodied in the struggle of making something beautiful

And not a lie

Gone but left behind

​I wrote this

The morning you went back to school

I know we both growing, that’s part of the problem

We tried to make love but we made a beast

Now all you do is come feast on me when you hungry

Realised I probably wasn’t worth shit and theres more precious out there to get

I became a bother,a rubber to the flames

But before my love for cornflakes I had love for you

Grown from kindergarten till you left

Across miles my letters left in search

But now its crucifixion via texts

I amount to nothing because you think you can do better

Go on and fly but when your wings hurt

I will be waiting on the ground 

Waiting to plant seeds like I planted patience

Your smile and curves still make me smile

How you engage strangers and so lively

I have known so much of you

Both bad and good

Even though we loved the bad

Was it ever worth something knowing me

TERRORISM

​Whenever there is a war between some powerful nation like America with some other place like Syria or the less powerful countries.  We always get to hear the side of the powerful nations very clearly and loudly but hear little from the other side and even the little we hear is mostly from the powerful nations media. The powerful nations call these countries and their members terrorists. Muslim terrorists, or whatever terrorists they may be.  We go along with them and also call them terrorists and pronounce their actions wrong.  Have we ever asked what the innocent man that lost his family in Syria or Iraq would call Obama or Vladimir Putin ?  The little child that lost his or her parents and have seen bombs raining down on his or her household.  They might be terrorists but one thing I do know is that both parties cause terrors to their citizens and are both equally terrorists.  Just like the little boy’s dad told him on TV, we should fight terrorists with flowers.  Maybe and just maybe why these acts of terror keep coming is because one side of the party is never allowed to express themselves clearly or have been oppressed for long. 

Father and Child

This relationship with my dad
Have issues always conflicting
Sometimes am mad at him
Sometimes I see his pain
I pity him
But then again he put himself in this situation
He should be ready to bear the pain
Let me hold my conversation
What situation?
Giving me life?
Shouldn’t I be thankful?
Isn’t that enough?
He is torn between raising me and raising his dreams
I am his responsibility
But then again maybe I am too greedy
Asking him to give me everything that ever made him smile
Everything that made him him
His promises, his dreams
Not all dreams are meant to be shared
But still he dared
Now torture won’t spare
He has become a victim
Society watching and ridiculing
Where was I when he was building
Now I want him to reconsider
Appear and change the picture
But there ain’t never been a teacher
To teach us both our roles
Living on societies prescriptions
But even society misleads
Especially those put in lead
Like my father leads
We both prick each other with intentions to motivate
But we bleed and are desperate

Hollow Man

So we will never be satisfied because of what society has turned us into, that perfect life with the perfect things, just the right way is what we all want. Sadly it’s what we cannot have but we have been tunned on this impossible channel so much that our craving can’t stop and we keep strugling to acquire this life style, throwing away the small things that really matter, then we come back to complain that life is not fair, boys want the perfect girls just as girls want the perfect boys, we all want to be rich, we all want to be celebrities, run around acting stupid and having fun without problems, we want the jobs with more prestige, even our parents are sad when we don’t  turn out to be  doctors, engineers or lawyers. We are making ourselves hollow and sad. We claim we are getting civilised, I thought progress in civilisation was measured in the betterment of the human lifes in ways that still make us human and appreciative not becoming robots and slaves and unconcerned people, we have sown bad seeds and will continue to have bad harvests untill we wisen up and make a change. It’s  sad and even I myself, am a part of this hollow life we living.