The state of mind is a short series of poems....written by myself and some of my friends...just learn and enjoy

THEY ARE ASLEEP
Where art thou leaders of tomorrow, Do you still suck at thy mothers breast, When your father anticipates your rivalry, Are you still asleep in silence, When your father's voice commands injustice.

Do you only know how to like and follow, When your world awaits your lead, Do you still Facebook all your focus, Trying to see how your face looks, You still tweet failure while we wait, She bemoans for freedom from the touch of the depraved old man.

Are you lakunle too erudite you ignore the jewel, Yet allow a baale be the lion, You only talk active on the media, Believing you are social, But the fragrance of your speech is local, You are talkatives yet have no vocals.

Your thoughts are wiser to lead, Yet you communicate negation of time, You forget yesterday was once tomorrow, Dreams remain packed piled in a cart, Dumped in the warehouse of disappointment.

Awake before it becomes too late, Death is the final destination, A fate everyone must face, Thoughts should drop dreaming pillows, Works should pop wishful balloons.

Leaders of tomorrow slumbers off their future, Tutors become students forget soon our culture, Our tongues only speak profanity of the future, Forgetting we are the products to the reactions, Inquisitively are we growing tall or we are growing up.

HOW FAR


How far,the only question
the sun go like ask d moon ,
how e take survive d night ,
abi dem no fly reach him side,
but dem be two parallel lines,
so dem no fit meet.

How far,the only question
wey enter my mind ,
after my friend check him result ,
he say he contain A.B.C but ,
him face be like who dey try
understand this government of A.P.C.

How far,the only question
the broom no fit answer umbrella,
when rain start to fall ,
because dem neglect him cover,
so na to wait and see ,
If the broom fit sweep the rain.

How far ,the only question
G-boys no fit answer before,
but them wash their self with Omo and klin for night ,
come out with ego and drinks for morning,
them say na government cause am,
but that na one subject every nja guy suppose pass.

PLS THE FOLLOWING POEMS WERE WRITTEN BY EAZYKIEL ,ALTER EGO REDINKS.
NONE OF THIS WORKS SHOULD BE COPIED WITHOUT THE WRITERS PERMISSION.... PEACE.


FRIENDLY FOE


Eyes stare in laziness at the ceiling,
my mind carry the heavy task of reading,
assignments lay on my table waiting,
But here I lay on my bed day dreaming.


I have never been an anti body to this disease,
it has always overcome my every move with ease,
my prayer point it has remained never to cease,
take this cup away from my mouth o God please.


But with each passing second I drown,
in this river that never dries up to let me see my thoughts,
i remain a puppet,a clown to this king that's always fired up.


But then what remains of my mind is left to seek the right path to follow,
as my eyes close again unable to defeat this lovely enemy,
i embrace with love taking with me my emotions of great antipathy.

MY LADY
But who knows you were made perfect, created from the breath of his word, rib taken from dust planted without roots yet you sprang up beauty without makeup, curves and shapes without carving tools.

Listen maidens if the east and west, you with beautiful crest acclaimed the best, I speak to the ladies if the north and south, listen to the waves of reason, swim in the ocean filled with wisdom.

You have forgotten your purpose, digested the world with no reproach, you parade yourself as cheap, with no harbour to harness your gift, meaningless you have outgrown your grace.

You slumber in foolishness, living in an illusion called a dream, take heed and hold your future, let your waist dance to knowledge's rhythm, Let your face radiate brains not only beauty.

Let your pride be an earnest goal, that men should dribble their way to, not with lies and flashy gifts, but with truth and vision, Purpose for the unborn ones.

GUILTY


Only the eyes gave testimony ,
but the mouth ate all the money,
betrayal a song that cannot play,
Its soundtrack has been jammed,
by waddling bundles of naira and euros.


Guilty or not ,his lips will not move,
beauty or his fault his mind could not tell,
nudity of this plot they would love to see,
eyes flare at his fault all that we feel,
he was unwanted like a banana peel.


Tears struggle to met go of its glands,
that held back like the chains on his hands,
they held him bound, he was lost,
and could not be found in this film,
he was the antagonist and this screen,
had rolled his sin and its theme.


He said he would eradicate poverty,
but yet he has brought more tragedy,
the silent roar cried with agony ,
his crime was pronounced more than felony,inside this hall all the crowd wanted to say to him at the end was sorry.


The lord with a wig and a hammer ,
has examined his witness with answers,
and not questions and like glass their ,
defence was in debris,it already shattered,
the sentence was one to put a full stop,
to this fool's plot never again to breathe
the fresh air of freedom.

SLAVES

The screen of one lights up,
and the rest of us lit up,
we now serve a new master,
working daily on it's field spanning acres.

Beautiful they come in different sizes,
shapes and colour bought in price tags,
but on our necks it reveals our price,
slaves we carry the dog tags.

The ultimate cost we pay in time,
deriving minimal satisfaction in style,
we cultivate it's field with pain,
yet we smile to the nearest pit of luxury.

Our lives find new directions on platforms,
only looking on without seeing the add-ons,
slaves or masters a truth we behold,
Kings or servants a fact we must choose.

Has it brought the world to our hands,
or it has bought the war with our arms,
the filters only act as mist to betrayal,
look in the mirror and see the truth.

The master put lashes to our backs,
the misuse of time and resources,
funny we laugh with what brings pains,
cunning is the pot that cooks death.

The master brings us biased joy,
his right hands put on a faceloop,
his whistles tweet our foolishness,
his memories snap our immaturity.

His left hand holds a rope,
beckoning on us to come farther,
our necks readily accept the challenge,
the demise of our future starts with the past.

VISIBLE INVISIBILITY

He had been drunk to stupor,
staggering against the world home,
spinning visions and illusions,
slowly succumbing to pains and pleasure,
A shot takes away the pain but kills.


He was corrupted by all means,
the only solution seems to format,
not lines between j-monty like,
he spoke trash that crossed a 100bars,
Hus lyrics stood tall to fool reality.


He was induced by night to bitterness,
only to pour out sorrows like rainfall,
thinking it could all wash away like a flood,
but he lay wasted like a dump site,
he seemed to focus for a while.


He had been told ghost stories,
but it was not bedtime yet,
what stood across seemed visible,
but beyond the smoke of alcohol,
It seems it was a holographic projection.


Across he saw wings and feet,
head and arms a grown man,
but his attention was drawn,
the artiste did a perfect job,
painting his name to this heart.


For once all the fog was cleared,
he saw beyond the midst of the mist,
his name inscribed in a heart,
and the a smiling face beckoned to him,
come and you will be free.


He could feel Hus pulse dropping,
his eyes are been ambushed by sleep,
daughters of the night queen nyx,
once the name shape shifted,
reading I LOVE YOU.


Tears cloud his already falling eyes,
invisible it was like Harry's cloak,
Lifted he remained in a high,
but his eyes already lost the war,
visible invisibility, he muttered eyes shut.

I DON'T KNOW

When will I become rich,
words speak of me as a star,
but I have not yet reach the Sky,
my display remains my leap for the sun.


When is he coming back,
the promise to prepare a place,
the hope of arrival once again,
hangs on a thin thread if damnation.


Will my country rise again,
to emerge the giant of Africa,
to be free of debased ideologies,
do we have leaders of tomorrow.


When will I stop seeing charlatans,
self acclaimed cultive illetrates,
whose certificates betrays alma-mater,
they remain as space employers matter.


Will our youths learn hard work,
stop singing and chanting soft work,
their ways a product o smart work,
their days an antidote to bad thoughts.


When will I become a man,
rise up on the sunrise with dreams,
be a reflection of reality at sunset,
will I become taller with time
or grow wiser as the clock chimes.


Questions my daily cup of tea,
mixed with pain and anxiety,
fear for what the future holds,
what Delphi unfolds remain hidden,
I don't know an answer to my questions.

Written by: EAZYKIEL

APHRODITE OR CUPID

Have you been kissed by Aphrodite?,
when your eyes become blind to facts,
leaving your feet to be led by your heart,
when you see the world through the stars,
the fragrance of death becomes attractive.


Have you felt his love tingles the brain?,
the priceless smile on the mothers face,
as she cuddles her innocent baby in rest,
knowing one day his heart will stray away,
to find its missing piece in another's.


Have you been knocked by cupids arrow?,
to see the relation between death and love,
that they both care for your body and mind,
as a baby yearns for the mother's milk,
without you they are not complete.


Have you heard of the love story?,
of how the sun died every night,
each night to remind the moon and the stars,
how he loves and wishes them to shine bright,
because without death a love story is incomplete.

LAW AND ORDER

A drug smuggler spelt truth, justice is bind with blindfolds, holding a scale and a sword, too blind to notice the bribe, that outweighs more than truth.

The man in black can risk his life, putting it on a thin line of bravery, it cuts subjecting family to slavery, his reward rakes in poverty, pains and suffering their daily gallery.

When promotion awaits losers, the hands of the highest bidders, bravery is thrown to the mud, who cares about the dedicated man, our government and her perfect system.

The fraudster will feign smiles, years before tossed insults daily, your friend is a graduate, you tussle with jamb, until he pressed the code 4-1-9.

He now owns cash and cars, every insult has fall aside, even the law turns white black, if you placed the right cash, where do we place our values.

The recipe served now is injustice, the law is not on the menu, justice is outside the order, use of inks and keypads, reveals our foe and its impact.

We forget the price to be paid, a life short brute and ugly, misshaped attitudes towards her, we put her aside with our lives, Till we believe the blindfold is a veil.

Till our priorities reveal honesty, Leaders reflect transparency, Followers represent unity not tribalism, She will die crumbling to dust, Till we believe in law and order.

THE STATE OF MIND IS COMPLETE....... THANKS FOR READING........ NEXT THE GREY SKIES.