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CERTIFIED


I'm not the one you know.
The boy you know is gone.
This is another new show,
nightmares without a new morn.


I'm not the good lad you left.
The system placed me to the right,
So I learnt this new way of theft.
Four eyes, proud of my obscured sight.


I'm not the lover you once loved.
My heart is broken, no more cares.
My pain is integrated, difficult to solve.
I bade yesterday bye, searching for tomorrow’s fare.


I'm not the friend that you knew.
So many knives to my back, I bleed scars.
Stunted in emotions, I can never grow.
My dreams haunt me, afraid of my past.


I'm not the son you birthed.
My love for wisdom grew cold,
My thoughts for knowledge's wasted.
I'm just certified and anonymous.


(Dedicated to Chris-Marv)

FELICIOUS


Beautiful and spilling melanin,
careless and carefree with love.
Embracing a broken heart,
ease for a heavy eye.
 

Broken and endowed in beauty,
a cold room for a hot head.
The meal that is always enough,
A break from life's many chores.


Twenty and Nineteen after leaving
I still miss her cozy smile.
Her words were my only comfort.
A home for a broken mind.

(Dedicated to Felicity)

Character is higher than Intellect.
---Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hip hop and drugs

Let me introduce myself, I'm hip-hop and I have a partner, she has been there from the very first lines of rap to the last stanza by heart.We are inseparable through time ,from grandmaster melle mel to future we have maintained our love, through his white lines that preached don't do it to crack monster, that iterated we all do it ,weakening hearts, corrupting minds, a stone cold killer very easy to find. Our love yet still survived. It came to the point that even doctors prescribed us to the world, Dr.Dre mentioned us as the chronic treatment of his days notoriously he was followed by the B.I.G's who knew how it feels to wake up, pocket dry as face make up and they need to sell some crack to break up, even when the streets were warned in abstinence, they never listened. The fans still went ahead to marry-juana laying waste to the good message in the corner theychanted 2-pacs line that they did it for love.

We thought our popularity was going down until little Wayne jumped off a mountain cliff into a sea of codeine, how mean of him, and it never ended because Justin heard of Wayne's fame and decided to pop some xanax looking truth in the face he called them haters. I and my partner have always been weed to the good crops, we smell so nice. No wonder Travis decided not to open the window because he saw us as an antidote. The relationship between myself hip-hop and my beautiful girlfriend drugs is one of the greatest hits that even the king of pop could not resist, we may come on a pink friday as pills and potions but our popularity still breeds evil notions.


Our ambassador “Chris” and our future is not dented because we rock and don't give a crack about nobody, so remember that this relationship was not born out of lust but out of hope, for happiness. So they can float in the clouds and never have the thought that we don't know, even the young wiz still rolls up and no matter how you snoop your dogg around, we are still very much alert, I won't say we are the best of friends because we have also led some people to syrups that caused them their lives, so learn the truth that even with the chance a rapper got, he still loved cocoa butter and kisses, all an imaginative thought of cookies......

We can be pain killers but death bringers, let the fans know we can be tramadol or refnol or any drug that blues the tongue, when you listen to link up or voice of the street, always remember our voice of reason, we have preached peace and we have preached love. So choose this day whom you will serve, as for me and my partner we will serve you panadol as the drug to your headache, and maybe the truth should remain in your next say about us. Remember my partner does not only like hip-hop, she likes to cheat on me with rock too, even the country songs give her joy......

Peace.......
#hip-hop and drugs
#EazykieldredInk

One of my favorite piece of all time, I didn't really know where to place it, so I dropped it here...

A short poem from my chapbook BSc


COMPLICATED

How can the one you hate become the one you love?
How come the words you never wished to say
become the very essence of the smile on your lips?
How can the grounds you wished never to walk upon
become the launching pad for your giant leap?


How can the conversation you so dreaded
become the daily hymns you sing and meditate?
How can the acts you desire before romance
become the path you tread on without a niddle?
How can love taste so bitter to the same sweet tongue?


How can your faith be left to become your fate?
You either turn back or take the windy road.
How come the umbrella is now needed in drought?
How do we sweep away our mistakes under our couch?
Are you not afraid of looking under your mattress?


How can the place we call home become haunted?
How can the same name that made us laugh
drag marks of a trail on our chubby cheeks?
How can the same old problems lack solutions?
How can our active words become so impotent?

(Dedicated to M.R.D)

BSC

All journeys do not end with laughter,
Are we just filled with wishful future unseen?
 
Broken at the glimpse of visions untold,
Sane yet mad with fury for tasks abandoned.
 
And yet awaiting the end like references,
Certified at the start, neglected at the end.
 
ALL ARE BROKEN, SANE AND CERTIFIED.

Read the first word of each line downwards...

DADDY'S BOY

First of my name, king of all games
last of the same, washed in shame
broken at heart, loser from the start
strong by looks, vengeful of the past

History constanly close to repitition
his story was always a ghost tale rendition
afraid of the very past close to my few shores
sand washed away by flowing water from sweat pores

Plainly clear as still waters
I evade the look like narcissa
unwanted capture by the nightmares I dread
so wishful of my dreams becoming reality...


Below is list of poems ready from the chapbook....

DADDY'S BOY

First of my name, king of all games
last of the same, washed in shame
broken at heart, loser from the start
strong by looks, vengeful of the past

History constanly close to repitition
his story was always a ghost tale rendition
afraid of the very past close to my few shores
sand washed away by flowing water from sweat pores

Plainly clear as still waters
I evade the look like narcissa
unwanted capture by the nightmares i dread
so wishful of my dreams becoming reality

DRUGS
I am a consistent drug user
am always high on something cheap
my steps on level ground are steep
am high on power powder on mondays
shouting down the little ones
a joy to show my age difference
the fathers grill on national screens
the mothers watch as daughters flip.

High on greed, messed up priorities
leaving the home of tinubu's hall
following the benz to the latest mall
even my sisters would stop to shop
their legs wobble at the sight of greens
home to learning, moulded to a castle of sin
eyes red with regret, too late to return.

I am an abuser of money in full scale
still very lanky from my daily use
am satisfied but hungry with thirst
still after the range back home
or the new clothes in vogue
am an abuser of the lawless
my hate constantly placed in paper
ignited by my passion, I drag in.


I constantly pass out smoke
exhausted at my broken state
I wait for the fumes to die off
but they leave the trail of a past
I abused so many drugs in my life
but this one is most deadly and wanted
my hangover still continues till eternity
love; a dose of this cookie and I do my time.


WELCOME TO B.S.C

The chapbook cover is as sick as the lines,
my mind is as beautiful as my grades,
come see the broken insane shades......

THIS IS THE start.....Enjoy
The first poem drops on sunday.

BROKEN, SANE and CERTIFIED is a product of intense emotions locked in the jaws of rejection. Played by the system that was once loved, blameless for the wrongs yet to be committed.

Welcome to another one of my classic's, after STATE OF MIND, PROJECT XX and PROJECT 21....comes another series of short stories retold in poetic form...........

All rights reserved. No part of this publication maybe performed, reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means- electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher.
@REDInks BOOTH

LOVE.......

Jab we met, when my eyes were close to the fact that falling in love was a dream I wish to behold, I left the shores of being friends only to sail on the waters of love.
She was my dream come true, a perfect definition of what a girlfriend should look like, she was the one who would finally rescue me from the tempest of profane thoughts and put me on board. Call me captain, and give me charge of her heart, The voyage was mine.
I met her like an impromptu test you never read for, she was an emergency to my heartbreak, a full stop to the past sentences of pain.

She became the number one thought that crossed my mind, the more I try not to think about her, the more vivid she remained in my thought.
I missed her like every second I could not count, I had to minute every hour spent without her beautiful face. She became my stopwatch, I could not stop to watch her go without a kiss on my lips.

I still felt my love story would last forever, we had made promises to stand by each other, to remain in love and not just the mere touch or feelings we missed could break us apart, we vowed to be the examples on the topic of love stories but we instead, became a failed class exercise.

The distances could not patch those small phone calls spent saying “I love you”, “I missed you” could not measure up for memories posted without each other but with our closest bothers hanging onto us. We apologised for picking the sensitive parts of our feelings, but we could not feel in the pain we endured apart, I thought we would say “I do” but instead I got a call that said;

Hello, I know you love me so much and I do too, but in the last few months while you were serving in Calabar. I met a guy in Engineering, he reminded me of you so much. The way he talks, the way he smiles, the way he looks at me... I am sorry, I have fallen out of your warm gaze into his warm embrace. I know you still do love me and you want me to be happy, so I think we should end this, seeing you twice in two months is not enough. I feel we should move on, we have created the perfect past, let's define another beautiful future...

I dropped the call, but picked up my jotter. I went back to my phone and scrolled through the memories we created , truly it was flawless and perfect in our eyes till I left school.
My heart could not slow my beats, it was constantly fast, releasing adrenaline more glucose, more energy. Because deep inside, I was drowning in my own thoughts. I never meant this the the wrong way, so why is the thought of everything going so right seem to be left in chaos. I waited for her call, one hour, two, three days, four weeks. It never came, all that followed was silence, more silence, I was a fool who never listened. My friends told me she would break my heart, that I am falling too hard, but who would not to a daughter of Aphrodite.
My sweet words all turned bitter in my mouth, my own words have now come back to hunt me. I was basking in the euphoria of what Love was, but heart break does actually exist.
I am now a man meant to pen down his thoughts for all young boys to read and learn from, Love is a beautiful thing.
But as my friends warned , she would break you. Can you make it in five years after school and put the ring on her finger.
I am now meant to remain a lone ranger because I had exhausted all I had in my heart's account on sheila.
Like Nf said, if you want love, you gonna have to go through the pain.
Even Nice guys still feel Payne.......

©This work is purely a nonfictional representation of my past, any motion to replicate or publish must first be granted permission by me.

Jab we met, when my eyes were close to the fact that falling in love was a dream I wish to behold, I left the shores of being friends only to sail on the waters of love.
She was my dream come true, a perfect definition of what a girlfriend should look like, she was the one who would finally rescue me from the tempest of profane thoughts and put me on board. Call me captain, and give me charge of her heart, The voyage was mine.
I met her like an impromptu test you never read for, she was an emergency to my heartbreak, a full stop to the past sentences of pain.

She became the number one thought that crossed my mind, the more I try not to think about her, the more vivid she remained in my thought.
I missed her like every second I could not count, I had to minute every hour spent without her beautiful face. She became my stopwatch, I could not stop to watch her go without a kiss on my lips.

I still felt my love story would last forever, we had made promises to stand by each other, to remain in love and not just the mere touch or feelings we missed could break us apart, we vowed to be the examples on the topic of love stories but we instead, became a failed class exercise.

The distances could not patch those small phone calls spent saying “I love you”, “I missed you” could not measure up for memories posted without each other but with our closest bothers hanging onto us. We apologised for picking the sensitive parts of our feelings, but we could not feel in the pain we endured apart, I thought we would say “I do” but instead I got a call that said;

Hello, I know you love me so much and I do too, but in the last few months while you were serving in Calabar. I met a guy in Engineering, he reminded me of you so much. The way he talks, the way he smiles, the way he looks at me... I am sorry, I have fallen out of your warm gaze into his warm embrace. I know you still do love me and you want me to be happy, so I think we should end this, seeing you twice in two months is not enough. I feel we should move on, we have created the perfect past, let's define another beautiful future...

I dropped the call, but picked up my jotter. I went back to my phone and scrolled through the memories we created , truly it was flawless and perfect in our eyes till I left school.
My heart could not slow my beats, it was constantly fast, releasing adrenaline more glucose, more energy. Because deep inside, I was drowning in my own thoughts. I never meant this the the wrong way, so why is the thought of everything going so right seem to be left in chaos. I waited for her call, one hour, two, three days, four weeks. It never came, all that followed was silence, more silence, I was a fool who never listened. My friends told me she would break my heart, that I am falling too hard, but who would not to a daughter of Aphrodite.
My sweet words all turned bitter in my mouth, my own words have now come back to hunt me. I was basking in the euphoria of what Love was, but heart break does actually exist.
I am now a man meant to pen down his thoughts for all young boys to read and learn from, Love is a beautiful thing.
But as my friends warned , she would break you. Can you make it in five years after school and put the ring on her finger.
I am now meant to remain a lone ranger because I had exhausted all I had in my heart's account on sheila.
Like Nf said, if you want love, you gonna have to go through the pain.
Even Nice guys still feel Payne.......

©This work is purely a nonfictional representation of my past, any motion to replicate or publish must first be granted permission by me.

Headlines

Young girl displays her nudes
Post with myriad of views
Spectators from even church pews
Yet all righteous in our own ways

Housemate bares her boobs
Viewed by perverts and angry converts
Condemned by some spilling sincerity
Plaudit for boldness by acolytes

Senate approves three new bills
Fewer hits for the following weeks
Future leaders not bothered by the future
Forgetful of the present framing the future

Angry youths protest new bills
Revealing increase in data tariff
After weeks of being approved
Knowing the effect of this on other headlines.

©Eazykiel

Young girl displays her nudes
Post with myriad of views
Spectators from even church pews
Yet all righteous in our own ways

Housemate bares her boobs
Viewed by perverts and angry converts
Condemned by some spilling sincerity
Plaudit for boldness by acolytes

Senate approves three new bills
Fewer hits for the following weeks
Future leaders not bothered by the future
Forgetful of the present framing the future

Angry youths protest new bills
Revealing increase in data tariff
After weeks of being approved
Knowing the effect of this on other headlines.

©Eazykiel

MY ADVICE

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.

©Eazykiel

How fallen art thou
From great heights to low rubbles
Disjointed in your house
But promising a unified future

Your umbrellas are broken
Unable to cover your loots
The rain of change has washed your canvas
The broom of action has swept your feet

Insurgents and corrupt laden
Your past speak of the future
Fully sketched of incompetence
The wolves are now sheep

Neglected sugar in preference to salt
Tasting bitter to lips of followers
Running with the broom of action
Leaving to another, the difference unknown.

©Eazykiel

MY ADVICE

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.

©Eazykiel

PENALIZED

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....

©Eazykiel

DEFILED


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.

PENALIZED

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....

©Eazykiel

DEFILED

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.

©Eazykiel

WAR OF WORDS

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.

©Eazykiel

WAR OF WORDS

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.

©Eazykiel

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...
©Eazykiel