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PROJECT XXI by REDInks(m): 12:02pm On Jun 19, 2018

This is a continuation of the stories from project 20, it spans majority of my work after project 20.
There are however lots of changes to this new son of my loins, it really does not contain poetry the way you would like it or expect it to be delivered but it is filled with truths.
I have been too focused on my final year in school, so little time was allocated to this project, but I gave it my all; expect a newer version of me as it comes to you on my birthday.

This is project XXI
Re: PROJECT XXI by REDInks(m): 12:26pm On Jun 19, 2018
I live a life worth dying for,
Am a lonely man with so many acolytes
And am afraid I won’t find true love
My heart’s tied with a booby trapped dynamite
I thought I had a family but that’s all a past
Apart from mom, dad and the fam I guess
This movie called my life needs a new cast
Am still rolling in an avalanche of love
But still battling with the tree of hate,
If I’ll taste the fruit or not in haste
I guess my biography will reveal the tale.

I’ve chased success on my feet,
Its time I used wings or choose de-feat
I lost my mind the other day
So am hoping to find a better day
I had the look that failure was looking for
But my facelift was just a mask
So he never found what he was looking for
Am older now, but my pockets still feel young
My muscles are still invisible but I still feel strong
Some’ll say I’ve changed
I just say you’re only blind; I grew
I’ve got too much in my head
Cause I fear failure like it means my death
I don’t really need these friends
Cause they are all about what’s in my pockets
I’ve got friends that owe me apologies
But too broke to pay so I cut those branches

I live a life worth dying for, and I see the end
Hunger is the means but satisfaction is the end….


Re: PROJECT XXI by REDInks(m): 12:33pm On Jun 19, 2018

What’s our take on friends?
Numbering like grains on social accounts
But unavailable numbers on speed dial

What’s our take on likes?
Reciprocate with our own false smiles
While unhappiness is the love of our hearts

What numbers litter our call accounts?
Broke of the so-called buddies
Check to see the impact they leave

What are really the heart’s needs?
Fake life with smiles, false media acolytes
Virtual seemingly grasping obvious reality.
Re: PROJECT XXI by REDInks(m): 12:35pm On Jun 19, 2018
I thinks this should be the intro to PROJECT XXI, more poems and short poetic story will follow...


I might also switch to poems for review..
Re: PROJECT XXI by REDInks(m): 12:35pm On Jun 28, 2018
All I saw was smoke and dust,
the air reeked of death
wailing mothers seek lost children
trying to gather what's left of their belongings and move quickly to the right
or be caught in the chaos that is left behind.

A woman running with just a towel across her chest,
calling out to her husband's lifeless body as it lay across the dust infested road,
till death do us part but his head has been set apart by another cause,
children!, children!....questions would cross their mind,
what was our offence for such sentence,
what was our deeds before these bodies were severed like broken contracts.
Who should we blame for this?, the masses would ask.
Should we blame security?, whose value is misplaced like the moral compass of those they pursue or we should blame the government?, whose ears have been infected to listen only to agendas, propaganda that whispers only the war of the polls.

Should we blame the Christians or the Muslims?,
should we blame God who watched this spectacle from up above,
should we blame Allah and the prophets, or we should blame oxygen for his vacation leave as the smoke and dust infested road romances lifeless bodies...

I can't keep up with this, I hear gunshots that seem closer than my heart's beat...
I have to keep moving in this dust and smoke infested road......

Dedicated to the lost lives in Jos, Benue and others who have witnessed one sort of pain or horror.

You remain in our prayers...

Re: PROJECT XXI by REDInks(m): 12:38pm On Jun 28, 2018

Our fear increases
That arms and hands soon became allies
Unveiling sect with lethal intent
Heavy with the burden of God.

Our past ignites
The sudden scratch of memories buried
Kissing the pain of mass interment
The truth unfolds

This is violence,
Take by force or fail our God
Voices echo packaged thought of war
We buy and we fight the war of words.


Re: PROJECT XXI by REDInks(m): 8:55pm On Jul 07, 2018

I was an open book, a virgin road
But all that changed with a certain flow
One that brought me joy, pleasure, pain and regret.

Haste in leaving the comfort's of mom advice
I was plunged into a universe in a city
My mind a tabula rasa became an open sheet
I never wanted to give in but I failed.

At first, it was Josh who came along
He was sweet and told me I was pretty
That his eyes has finally rested in paradise
That if it took him becoming a fallen angel
He would leave the comfort of heaven and fall..

John showed me all shades of grey
It was love beyond mere talk and thoughts
If it was the hugs, kisses and romps
That made me fall, I never recalled
But it gave birth to another me
That was fifty shades darker.

The pointed tips of my escapades were sharper,
John left and kelvin came along
Becoming his was not too tough,
He left his foot prints on the shores of my heart
My heart like skin was tanned from care
His touch was what I yearned for

Escapades became sexcapades
Late nights became daylight
Kelvin was not enough for me
My appetite could not be quenched
I yearned for more water to quench my thirst
Like the desert soon I was dry
I was never cautious about life
It was Yolo for me but it all changed
Am dying young at just twenty...

I was defiled by my aims and lust
For the good of lie, I hate this life
Swimming in pain against the tempest of AIDS,
No ones around to even act as an aid
So I get lost everyday in the maze of mercy
I should have listened, changed and retraced
The steps that brought me here but
It all seems late, I AM DEFILED.

Re: PROJECT XXI by REDInks(m): 8:56pm On Jul 07, 2018

Hello, presido where are you?
My reply was simple am at the departmental office, little did I know my next statements will be taken down at the security office.
It was a normal day, I went to school to only meet a class on the brink of shaking.
High class, low class on the brink of clashing,
prior to an insult that was thrown by Madam nina the class rep of the lower class,
I would agree it was bent on happening.

We had to act before this art go too far, you can disrespect a person but not a final year class.
I met her and told her Hello, young lady I know you can insult me, but extend it to members of my class, that's just climbing a stake too high.
The replies we got was a shocking one, electric current flows but my lips were shut.
The voltage of my course rep was just too fly, his reply was a strong one; it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Young lady, you think you're very smart, you think that you being a course rep made you so high.
Baby girl, look down and see your flaws, the path you're treading, you're on a slippery floor and “last last we go see after school”, so get ready of course.

That was a glimpse of the hot tempers that could not boil one egg, but the next place we knew was the front of the security shed.
They told me and my course rep, you threatened Nina's life and you have to write an undertaken.
But for what reason we knew not, we only accosted a very rude girl that can't just shut up.
She was disrespectful and we warned her, she didn't only listen but she fought back.
Reported us to the security that we threatened her life, I mean we were cultists nor were we carrying knives but that was how were penalized.....

To be continued....


Re: PROJECT XXI by REDInks(m): 9:41pm On Jul 29, 2018

You may never understand the battles I've lost,
The wars that lies ahead, that needs to be won.
My armour I prepare for vengeance and honour.
Nobody understands the pains of your heart,
They only identify with the smile on your face,
People will always scoff and laugh at your phase,
Once forgetting they traversed a similar stage.
Everyone wants to have an opinion in your life,
But not every word counts, so always take a discount.

You may never understand my long windy road,
But you question the look of my feet.
You see my frightened part and call me scared,
But the morning views that made me laugh, might give you nightmares.
People talk, never understanding my romance with tears,
They've only watched as it caressed my cheeks,
Drawing a path that leads to a predestined sketch.
A journey of joy is not entirely divorced of bad choices,
The consequences are married with content or regret,
My eyes still rains, but it does not obstruct my sight.

You may never understand my sacrifices,
But then you question my harvest.
You may decide to judge me,
But I'll still give the sentence.
I never give in till the lines I write make a point.


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