C. I . T . S .-2

C. I . T . S .-2

I took a detour while I was walking down memory lane
Ended up at a station, looked around and saw a train
That took me to a place in the city of the blind
Never been there before, but I was surprised at what I was able to find
We’re aware of what lies in front of the eyes
But never bother with what’s behind
A lot of things we leave imprisoned
In the solitary confines of our minds

A kid once told me,
“In my juxtaposed reality
The line of differentiation is the door
There’s war on the outside
And then some bodies washed up on the shore
Then on the in,
The rain knocks on the roof, barges in and spends the night on the floor
In all the years we’ve known, it’s never bothered to use the front door
Then a couple of undone chores, and stomachs that want more
But the environment’s still safe from all the blood and gore”
Crickets of the earth
Too small to be heard
And never understood
So our speech has no worth
Music, an avenue, for us to release our minds and allow our imaginations grow
But they dumb it all down, and do it so we never know

Don’t let your inner fears sew a coat of cowardice for outerwear
I try to speak to people who actually care
Because the presence of ears don’t mean that you actually hear
If not for eyes this message would’ve been trapped behind your screen
If not for hands, our ideas would’ve only manifested in our dreams
But still some, of the most important things in life remain  unseen
A heart doesn’t mean there’s love
And the crown doesn’t make you king

Pride can paralyze, leave you in the dirt
Your legs’ll crumble under the weight of your ego
And reality’ll hit you where it hurts
Take one step at a time, my mother used to plead
If you rush, you’ll trip, and when you’re down no-one’ll help you when you need
They told me the grass was greener on the other side
Then I checked, and found out that it was stained with the blood from the genocide
Imagination was fossilized before common sense became extinct
The remains of a civilization that refused to think

You can’t bring us down if you can’t reach us
A little lesson the stars tacitly teach us
Our true colours are immutable
They’re not seen, but they make the picture beautiful

I pray the sons of my ageing pen never die
That they find their way into people’s hearts once they make it through their eyes
And eventually build a home in the hollow of their minds
As we continue to dip our words in ink and bury them in the sands of time



21 thoughts on “C. I . T . S .-2” by six (@six)

  1. Great stuff, the arrangement doesn’t make for an easy read though.

    ”Because the presence of ears don’t mean that you actually hear”

    I liked this line, rings a bell.

    1. Thanks @Hymar, but I didn’t really dig the poem when I wrote it. Considering that there hasn’t been much activity on the site, I just decided to post it……whoever sees it’ll see it, if you know what I mean. Thanks for stopping by man.

  2. @six, it is disheartening to hear u say you just posted it that way. I guess I can’t blame you for not really pulling your weight behind your work, seeing the site ain’t really hype lately.

  3. Wow, read it again and am really amazed. Lovely lines. *a heart doesn’t mean there is love/and the crown doesn’t make you king*

    Rap is my thing too. And yo freestyle is just IT

  4. @Hymar, glad it amazed you man. Say, do you know any T.K.O. on campus ?

  5. @six, I enjoyed this poem as much as the other one. There were many thoughtful lines like

    “You can’t bring us down if you can’t reach us
    A little lesson the stars tacitly teach us”

    And that for me was what I took away; grow your mind – the one thing that oppressors cannot touch.

    I didn’t get the reference to the house and rains and chores in the second paragraph, though.

    Well done.

    PS What does C.I.T.S. mean?

    1. @TolaO, thanks for stopping by once again. About the stuff in the second stanza, basically, the kid’s just trying to manage the poor living conditions; leaking roofs and what not. Torrential rainfall (raindrops knocking on the roof)…..courtesy demands that you knock and wait to be let in, but the rain barges in forcefully, and floods his house (spends the night on the floor)….people knock and come in through the door, but the rain knocks and comes in through the roof…..then, the kid and his siblings are hungry, and it’s gonna be hard for a couple of little kids to work on an empty stomach (couple of undone chores and stomachs that want more), but their home still keeps them safe from all the violence outside. C.I.T.S. means Cracks in the sidewalk. I abbreviated it because I didn’t want it to look like an outright flanker of the initial one I wrote; they’re both talking about practically the same thing, and most people probably won’t know what the abbreviation stands for . Thanks again.

      1. @six,

        I understood the second stanza. What I didn’t get was its relationship with the rest of the poem (which to me seemed to be talking about growing one’s mind and having the courage of one’s convictions).

  6. Oh, that’s what you meant…..well actually, it came to my mind when I was writing the poem, and I kinda liked it, so I just included it. It’s not that out of place is it? Thanks again @TolaO.

  7. Ehi Abah (@ehiabah)

    I see several themes here. Your lines are deep and creative. Beautiful poem.

  8. Thanks @ehiabah, I really appreciate it.

  9. Horlhart (@Olarinoye54)

    I sure need your state of mind o @six
    RaPoetry with some brain to feed the mind with..
    #

  10. six (@six)

    @olarinoye54 , I’m flattered man, what can I say…I try my best.

  11. Hmmmm! How come I’m just seeing this post?

    So much wisdom and catchy words: “You can’t bring us down if you can’t reach us” is about my best. It’s an elevated sentence.

    I felt I just read the books of Proverbs and Ecclesiastics! Lol

    Good job @six
    And please where has my ANTI- whatever been, I mean @hymar ? We hardly agree on anything… C’mon brother

  12. Hmmmm! How come I’m just seeing this post?

    So much wisdom and catchy words: “You can’t bring us down if you can’t reach us” is about my best. It’s an elevated sentence.

    The words are jingle-like. I felt like I just read the books of Proverbs and Ecclesiastics! Lol

    Good job @six
    And please where has my ANTI- whatever been, I mean @hymar ? We hardly agree on anything… C’mon brother

  13. @Chime221 , lmao, u and Hymar are still at loggerheads? Iono where he disappeared to o, he should be back anytime soon sha; that’s me being optimistic. Thanks for digging this one up n dropping ur 2 cents Chime, I’ll keep the change. Good looking out man.

  14. U too much

  15. 2 Cents? That ridiculous!!!!!! What’s 50 Cents to Floyd Mayweather anyway? C’mon man, you know you can do better….

    But then, thanks and wellcome

  16. six (@six)

    Lmao @Chime221 , you be case I swear

  17. Farafina Boy. (@H-Rated)

    @Chime221 I am here o. Dis is Hymar. Lost my previous password and couldn’t retrieve. I sha haven’t been too active here lately. Facebook is my thing now.

    Mail me via hymargeddon@yahoo.com

  18. Hahahahahaha @H-rated ? Chai see my man is back o, only as a beginner!
    That’s the way of the world for you…from Wordsmith to a beginner….nothing stays the same.

    Welcome back brotherly…I’ve really missed you here, notwithstanding that we always disagree…

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