What do I write when there is no inspiration? Empty on the inside, can’t think of something Nothing special seems to be happening So used to normality, boredom encroaches Purposeless, always on the move by the wave of the wind No bearing and soon am at a worse state of regret. Wishing I had dared … Continue reading A Change
In my head, there is always an invisible battle. A battle in which I violently strangle with my bare hands recurrent memories that torment me. I am 25 years old, and for this long I have wondered and fantasized different scenarios of who I would have been or rather who I actually am. What exactly … Continue reading Survivor
As the day draws near, When reality must be confronted, When the truth beforetime masked must be laid bare, When face to face must come the leader and the led, Running from the truth will be an effort in futility; Confronting the issues is the only way, really. As the moment approaches, When one … Continue reading As The Day Draws Near
Every barrel of crude Lifted from our oily Soils and waters Is in itself a tight mixture Compounds and blood. Blood of heroes Sung and unsung. Heroes whose fires Where blown out Before their prime. Each shipment stolen Contains the future Of oppressed children unborn At their funerals We draw our strength And nurture our … Continue reading Funerals
I stood there a travelling man with nothing less than my surviving soul: duffel bag,dusty foot,pale skin, shredded leaflets-full of scribbled dreams blame that on sunrises and sunsets of days past for being my angels while threading those lonely miles. lonely miles..lonely miles ? nah , not really about those strange lonely miles … Continue reading A Tunnel Blues – Recap
That hole inside, Dug by the shovels of the mind… That dark brightness Where the eyes cannot see… That emptiness, yet filled With fears and wilted hopes… That strangling shadow That stays even in the glare of light… It shall remain Until you wake up and see That holes can be filled And shadows wait … Continue reading That Hole
I am the lizard I climbed the mighty Iroko; I leaped from its heights to the earth below But no lips sought to sing my praise. So I shall beat the drums And write for myself an ode. Born of the stock that walked afoot, I rode rode on Failure’s horse, Through fields of fear, … Continue reading Euodo!