Flower 

Now Deeply rooted in my grey matter, emotions stem from a flower that never leaves. I lay there, mired in thought, wondering how different my plot would be, if her seeds were never sown… If she had never grown on me…

Her petals shine like gold medals, on my podium of pandemonium, cropping up ever more awesome with each blossom…implanted in my dreams, almost magically…

Tragically, She radically soils my clarity…
I work tirelessly to harvest reality, supersede her from train of thought, weed her from my memories…an endless lobotomy, aimed at this enigmatic botany… My efforts are fruitless…

But the truth is, she is not to blame for this matter, It was I who plowed my grey matter, till it was conducive, exclusively for… my flower

A Pegasus perplexus 

A zebra, made to stand out, forever wild and free.

It seeks to rid itself of those that would ride on its back.

It strives to know it’s stripes, not to earn them…

For with that wisdom comes a new genesis of elegance, the birth of the peagusus.

Made to fly high above life’s perplexus…controlling the reins of its own destiny… Reigned over by no man.

 

Forever wild and free…

 

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the mystic emotion

“the finest emotion of which we are capable is the mystic emotion. Herein lies the germ of all art and all true science. Anyone to whom this feeling is alien, who is no longer capable of wonderment, and lives in a state of fear, is a dead man. To know that what is impenetrable for us really exists, and manifests itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, whose gross forms alone are intelligible to our poor faculties – this knowledge, this feeling … that is the core of the true religious sentiment. In this sense, and in this sense alone, I rank myself among profoundly religious men.”-Albert Einstein

” yeah me too fam”- Joel chidi Sydenham

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Paper tigers 

Paper tigers on the paper trail, earning their stripes without fail.

The Hunter talks of taking the beast by its tail, while the shepherd tells comforting wife’s tales, to the rest of the villagers praying not to fall prey.
Those from the west begin to flee east, from the heardless beast, that didn’t roar to be heard. The eye of the Tiger speaks a thousand words, all of which are echos of death.
Prowling quietly, growling silently, crouching low before it pounces violently…

Shades of black and bright vermillion, like a frightening fire that freezes millions… The Hunter tries to ride the Tiger wild, the shepherd would rather see it tamed.
They all fail to understand. To the beast, everyone is game… regardless of where they may stand.
Paper tigers lead us to the paper trial…

false profit

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With the aim to gain from pain, we were told to shun the sun to make hay,

No control over the games were made to play.

With salt soaked wounds from imaginary shark attacks,

We freshen our breath to bite back.

Love placed under cardiac arrest, all hearts under attack, broken dreams piled in a stack…

 

A Divine unity that was cracked, into finer fractals.

Looking back into pitch black, dimmer lights lead us astray.

Our voice was drowned in quiet waters, our choice buried in the greener pasture,

Leading roles that were played by actors, who sought pleasure pushing bruised buttons.

 

Nothing more than a shrinking statistic that rounds up to nothing,

Both lost and forgotten, for we existed, in a state of something rotten.

 

Lost at sea 

Lost at sea, where I can find myself;  

Soaking, in hope; tired, from riding the tides of life’s ocean. Floating, from coast to coast with nothing to boast of; bar the treasures of truth. Navigating my thoughts through, future mist, towards something new. Blue, when I look back on ships that sailed past. Lost, for all that’s here to see is my eerie reflection, drifting. I find myself sifting through ship wrecks left behind. Diving too deep, yet somehow washed up on freedoms shoreline… Im tired, and I’m lost, but I’m doing just fine… 

Faded memories 

 

Memories faded from the day I swapped hills and valleys for streets and alleys. Time wasted, days played out the same way, summed up at the bottom of a rhum cup 
Darkness comes and goes as it pleases. Time may heal all wounds, but I’ve been a patient patient, now I do what I must to ensure the pain eases. I find short lived moments of peace, while lost in the solitude. I’ve been struggling to force fortitude, while watching my darkest fortunes come true… I run towards yesterday, for I fear Tomorrow is just another today…  

Memories faded, from the day I swapped suits and ties for peace of mind, and busy scenes for planes of green. Temporary moments of peace found their way to me, through fresh air and stunning views. Almost beautiful enough to help me forget the hell ive been through… 
Bluer skies and brighter days, all to help memories fade 

Fallen Angel 

Alone with my thoughts, the dead silence only broken by the fading sound of sirens… I try and fall asleep, hoping my problems drift away with me, but I’m almost scared to close my eyes, I’ve begun to find my dreams so tiring…
Alone with my thoughts, reflecting on the battles I fought, that now only exist in my memories… The sirens intensify, as I mentally testify, pleading guilty to petty crimes, but judging myself for felonies…
And I was alone with my thoughts, burdened by sin, until a fallen angel lent me her wings… I remain alone, but now the solitude is comforting, and my thoughts are with her… The fallen angel, that made peace with my demons…
The sirens pass into the pitch black silence. I unknowingly shut my eyelids, I’ll be alone again tommorow, but this time I won’t mind it…

 

Shock therapy 

Distorted echoes bounce around your walls more and more frequently… you inevitably tune into the frequency, just to see, if you find any truth at all…

You soon become entangled in the cables of fables…now no longer able, to tune out, eternally blinded by the noise. permanently haunted by hysteric images , which you can’t stand not to understand…

logic remains elusive, the chaos becomes delusive, you begin to feel violated as the pitch becomes intrusive, tsunami sized radio waves wash what’s left of your hope away.

Reoccurring Visions of manic men exploding, leave your frame of mind in panic mode. Your eyes overflow, as you feel you’re soul erode. gradually losing your Senses to a sensory overload…

now even with your ears shut and your eyes closed. you can still make out the menacing melody that kidnapped you back to the worst days… you signal SOS, no ones receiving, your pleas are silent phrases…

your sense of direction evaporates into a maze, your days diffuse into a daze, ever more awestruck and amazed, as your  ideals are quickly bewildered in a wilderness of satellite signals beaming…holding out for a sign that an Editor erased.

The negative nostalgia inflicts intense headaches. you seek brief moments of  refuge while you try to get ahead of it, Like a medic, mid epidemic, trying to find the antidote, yet destined to get infected, by a plague they once rejected as a threat….

Symbols of peace turn to rubble, you feel your heart burst with your bubble, while watching structures you trust turn to dust…Your future steeled in the rust,  soon you accept that disaster is your fate, although not one you deserve.

The virtual torture you’ve rapidly grown to hate, integrates with your mental traits… The strength you tried to demonstrate only decorates the hot plate as an hors-d’oeuvre…

Political predators swarm in, to capitalise on your vegetative state…