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JOS GOD

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

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

Teejay121:
This is amazing....Nice work.

Thanks ma..

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….

WELCOME TO PROJECT XXI.

TWENTY-ONE

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

I thinks this should be the intro to PROJECT XXI, more poems and short poetic story will follow...

Peace...

I might also switch to poems for review..

FRIENDS


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.

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….

WELCOME TO PROJECT XXI.

This is what I've been waiting for....
Follow the link for P R O J E C T 21
https://www.nairaland.com/4570378/twenty-one

TWENTY-ONE

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

.........

Inspired..are you?

A girl...��

Trust me, my words are my strength....










And when you expect people to pull you up, don't expect the usual persons......

This is not a story you like, or a piece you'll enjoy....it's just pure emotions translated into words....

This is to water my appetite for poetry, as I long to taste her sweet delicacy when I'll be free of these books.... As these words of poetry hit these pages, let your reception make them feel art home.
Let your love continually grow for poetry and make cupid look like a farmer...

I am a descendant of Adam, I've eschewed violence
I till the soil until it brings forth my daily bread
I offer protection to my crops like the hair on my head
From the herdsmen and their herds.

It was a peaceful quiet night till their arrival
Arrival neglected of grazing but killing
Bloodshot eyes in vengeance, hands clutched to daggers
Wise enough I saw the film, before it screened out.

They passed my farmland unoticing my hideout,
they headed for the settlement and my ears burned
They slashed as red liquid splashed on their face,
Screams for help was reciprocated by lethal laughter
Then the machetes did scatter, bones cracked,
Eyes said goodbye to this era of change.

My eyes rained as I saw my boy kiss the ground,
My legs swift towards my wife as she knelt on her pretty gown,
With my machete in hand, deadly intent towards the one in front,
He just went down to his paradise, before I saw the cut,
My wife's departure was adrenaline, and my spirit also knew no fear
Engaged in warfare with anyone who came close, and heads did roll.

All round me was a bath of red liquid, death had eaten a good meal
And my service was placing enough herdsmen on his menu,
I fought with all my strength until I had nothing left,
Kneeling to the ground I saw the lifeless plenty,
All round was more bodies counting up to seventy,
I don't know my number but I looked towards the sky,
A searing hot pain across my neck and all I saw was pitch black..

©REDInks, 2017. All rights reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author.

It's purely an imaginative write up based on hearsays and headlines.......From my new upcoming project REHAB(social-misfit), I present SCARECROW.

bigbauer:
Which year should we expect the next update?

The update is here, but the next one I pray might be quicker.......Am back to school, so more BM and SF for me.

Club JOKERS
Ochinsky looked at the two beauties that was accompanying their entourage to the most visited club by dream chasers in this part of the south side, they giggled as he smiled at them, the Lexus 330 was luxurious enough for himself, Osas and Kester. Osas was at the wheels, Kester was at the front seat visibly busy with his phone messages and chats on whatsapp, while himself was tucked in between these two beauties behind.
“And you said your name was...?”, he looked towards the most beautiful of the two,
“My name is Chioma”,
“and you are studying what?” he continued with his questions,
“I'm studying Business Administration...”
“And you?”, looking at the darker one, she was already feeling left behind,
“My name is Kevwe and am studying Religion”,
“wow!, that's great, even though I don't know where Religion as an occupation might get you employed, it's a good one, his face was in a sarcastic state,
“and have you two ever been to Club Jokers before?......”
“No”, they replied in a unanimous voice, Ochinsky smiled and touched his brother,
“when we reach there no touch anything wey you never touch before, no even try am say you wan smoke that pot-stuff ehh' ehh' the one dem dey call shisha, shey you dey hear me sha”,......
“Bros I dey with you”, Kester replied without taking his eyes off his phone, his anger has not died down, he actually had insisted on not coming with them.
“Osas, I know say base on your character, na your second h.k be this for flexing o”, Ochinsky turned his attention to the guy behind the steering wheel, who just smiled and replied
“If no be say na you, I no dey come this way o, I neva enter club jokers before, na today be my first time but I hear say the place dey well”.
Ochinsky just smiled and turned his attention to both girls,
“please when we get there no matter the spirit that comes, don't get high?, you might be our ticket out of there with our complete selves”.....,
with that he dug his hand into his vintage bag which he bought earlier, he handed a bunch of thousand naira notes to the first girl, and told her
“You both should share it, after our meeting, tuck it somewhere, I'm doing all the spending inside the Club”.
With surprise written on their face, Chioma collected the money and handed it over to Kevwe, who mouthed a silent “Thank you”.

Ochinsky was deep in thought of how these girls easily fall for money, they just lose all their moral values at the sight of flashy things, cars and money, what a life, but what can they do when poverty is almost every average Nigerian's cup of tea.
“Oga boss, we are pulling into the Club's compound”, Osas directed his eyes to Ochinsky brooding face,
“But the place quiet o, you sure say na the club abi them just put that fine signpost for there”
“The place na sound proof, since na residential area be this”, Osas replied.
“And you say you never reach here before, Osas na wa to you o, oya people make we tell dem say O.c enter Benin this fine day in this month of may, make dem believe say Warri get wahala...”,
his excitement grew as he stepped down from the car approaching the bouncers as the others trailed behind.

___________________________

The 3 bedroom flat house was painted brown and milk, mere looking at the house, you would conclude the owners were just in need to pack into their own space. Who builds such a beautiful house close to this bushy and tree flooded area and there was even a car at the front of the compound but unknowing to most people, this house has been the focal point in many of the so called G-boys blowing.
Ochikalaba had handled the deities of his father's after the death of his father, when he saw how poor his father died, he decided to pursue a different purpose and with the new business of duping white women by charming them, he has enriched himself and his household in this town close to otor-udu. Though he was not a scammer but he assisted them, and even the shrine was neat, with scattered masquerades head, different fetish and voodoo materials around the small cleared space with an expensive Arabian Muslim mat for seating at the centre, he was doing the right bidding of the gods after all, there is always expensive gin for them.
He looked well kept and handsome for a sixty years old herbalist or jaz man as they know him, he stepped outside of the house and walked behind to the small shrine just few meters away from the house.
“ The fly wey dey always turn round shit just dey waste him time; the shit go always big pass the fly...”
Ochikalaba looks at himself properly as he observed the talisman on his hand and the red and white cloth draped over his body,....
“if he good well well for fowl, he for dey piss o....”,
“good wey them do for person no fit kill the doer o...tufia kwa”,
he spat a perforated spray of dry gin into the cold night air,
“Darkness na baba so they he dey give dog horn, woman wey dey find pickin no dey wear pint sleep o....”.
“So good wey I do for ochuko wan turn to bad, akaasi obara olu, who chop belleful na dey get power for quarrel o, na only stubborn fly dey follow dead body enter grave, tufia kwa....”, he shouted...
Hummmmm hummmm, hmmmmmmmmm, he crouched down and puts his ears in front of the mouth of the closest masquerade face as he smiles,
“i dey hear you obara olu, I dey hear”,
he smiles as he stands up and he took another mouthful of dry gin and spat into the face of the masquerade,
“cool your temper, cool your temper, obara olu......”
“Ochuko!!!”,
“I no know how you take forget our arrangement but remember say your time dey run out, pickin wey say him mama no go sleep, himself too, no go sleep, pickin wey wan get big teeth must get big lip to take cover am, abeg take my warning make you do the right thing before your time go reach”,
he blew some amount of powder to the four corners of the shrine.
“sleepers get size o, abi na wetin carry shit go bia-bia, hear word ōmo-me.....”
He turned round and walked briskly out of the shrine towards his house humming to the spirits of the night.

Is you people still following, I need to end this Tory o.....

Hello to the amazing readers of this thread, hope you enjoyed the poetic stories.
I am currently working on a new series of poems and stories. Though the poems will be due very soon, it includes a piece about the recent killings in Benue and addresses other issues..it's gonna be controversial.... Because it's gonna be politically oriented.....Am gonna have some sure enemies......but it's still a free world and I believe in the power of the pen. #SOCIAL MISFITS

The full book.....
http://www.solidfiles.com/v/52Gm55xMnMjQa

Last but not the least, the three letters to death, love and time....
Have you watched COLLATERAL BEAUTY.....dope movie...


TDL da REPLY

Dear Love,
I have always had the thoughts
that you remain the only trusted friend
among the others,
but you've betrayed me, put me in a zone
yet you call me a friend,
so Good bye.



My Dear,
You cannot give up on me,
I am the very basic unit of this world,
for God so LOVED the world,
that he gave his only begotten son.

I'm the fabric of life, and like every fabric's
usefulness and beauty lies
in the hands of the designer, so am I.

I can be ugly and I can be beautiful,
it all depends on how you see me,
i am sorry but it's not up to you to decide
if you want me or not, I'll be here,
so you can't give up on me.


I am the fabric of life,
am within you and everything,
I am the darkness and the light,
the sunshine and the storm.

I was there in your laughter and
I was there when your eyes rained tears,
I was there in your happiness
and am also here in your pain.

Don't try to live without me,
because you can't,
am the very essence of life,
take me away then
time and death will become
mere events without proper values.

Always yours, LOVE.

____________/_____________/______

Dear Time,
Can you get any worse oh dear time?
Slowly numbering my days
when I waste away
doing nothing but day dreaming
of wishes but only to speed up
when life tastes sweet as Honey...

Why oh dear time?,
they say you heal
but they don't talk about the
scars that never leave,
how you turn new to old,
green to brown,
all you do is call yourself a gift,
for me you're nothing.



My Dear,
I am sorry you see me in that light,
but I am nobody's friend,
but let me take you out of the dark
so you are no exception,
I'm a gift yet you and others
talk about me like a piece of shit.

You say I heal, but I also intend
to leave scars
as a reminder
a reminder which you call experience.

I believe that's the best teacher
I willingly gave mankind,
you misuse me yet complain,
I only do my job to number and
remind man of the limited days.

If love is creation, then death is destruction
then I guess am a terrain in between.

No wonder Einstein once said:
I'm a persistent turbulent illusion.

But in all I am still what gives life purpose
knowing that tomorrow will
soon become yesterday
and yesterday, sometime ago,
so instead of blaming me
take heed and be silent,
even your heart's beat is a clock,
I wait for no man.

Yours Accurately, Time.

____________________________________


Dear Death,
Death, why do you silently take those we love
and make us sob in pains unending?
Do my breath brings threat to your existence?
Or does my actions threaten your plans?,
you are so weak that you can't even show yourself up for a fight for life.

you can't even accept a simple trade
of cash for life, you prey on both
the young and old, the rich and the poor,
you are just a psychopath,
you have no heart desires,
you do everything for the love of R.I.P.



My Dear,
You can never beat the current of
a river into submission,
all you have to do is surrender
to its current and use its power as yours.

I am never silent as you claim,
I was right there announcing my coming,
but you're always look to the bright side,
Your breath poses no threat,
the only one I fear is life,
we are in a constant competition,
you call me weak yet you fear me?.

I can't accept a trade because
I'm fair but life's not.
I am what gives life meaning,
knowing your days are numbered and
you're never prepared for it,
so I should not be blamed
for your own excuses.

I give time all of its value,
even Love reigns supreme
because of me.
I am the basic curtain between life and time,
you don't need to fear me or hate me,
you just need to accept me.

And yes I do have a heart desire
am not a psychopath, I just believe in all,
nothing is ever dead if you look at it right,
so for now Rest In Peace
I don't mean you are dead but safe.

Yours Unexpectedly, Death.

FRIEND ZONE

When we first met, she didn't tell me I was never her type, she didn't remind me of how I never met her hype, she only taught of me as a friend and how that was my zone.

Love at first sight was a dream that met reality,
I met her when my heart was locked in a battle of spirituality,
but all that came to a stand still when I saw her,
her appearance was simple yet more appealing to my eyes,
as she stood still, looking into her eyes was more like looking into my future,
and it was bright, she was carrying our third child while the first boy and the second girl sang beautiful hymns worthy of angels,
and there she was smiling at me,
such a beautiful sight,
I was already lost in her beauty, but her voice brought me back to reality,
only to let me wander in her beautiful gaze in infinity,
when she spoke, it was like a thousand notes of sweet harmony,
we talked and became friends,
while I bask in the euphoria of something more than just a friend.


When I said I wanted love, I didn't ask for the picture...I need the real thing.


She led me to the altar, only to crucify me at the front of the pulpit,
she led me to believe we had a future,
when she knew I was not part of her future plans,
she called for my healing words when she was down,
and I stripped her nude with the voice of apollo all round,
she tasted the joy of my longing for love,
but she knew that this feeling will not last for long,
when we met she reminded me of how handsome I was,
while I told her she was beautiful beyond Lebanon falls.

Even when I said everything truthfully,
she kept her details to herself smiling sheepishly,
while she led a lone sheep to the slaughter of wolves.
I thought I knew her, but my glimpse of her was just mere blind sight,
I felt she loved me, but she said we were just friends.


Don't boo me, don't call me sweet names you don't mean, don't sweet talk me when you know my thoughts and yours are too diverse rivers, flowing from two different source.


We met under the steps of equity and justice,
and under the blind sight of Justicia,
I poured my heart into the full cup in her hands,
but I expected her to carry on and never let me drink the waters of pain,
but she looked me in the eyes and poured my cup on the floor of the zone we occupied,
she told me I was not her type, I wonder what she meant by that,
she never felt the same way but why lead me on,
when you know the switch will turn off.


And she said I am just a friend,
Yet you cut the last glimpse of what could illuminate my world,
so I take you for their word.
I have been friend zoned,
After the sweet names calling,
my handsome hubby, my baby boy, boo-boo
but why call me names you don't mean,
Just stop the blackmail and let me deal with my pains,
cause I'll be fine after a while and that's the truth,
but I won't forget how it started in our hearts, our first home,
how I was friend zoned.

ALter-Ego

ME: My body is the temple of God,
me: But my hand and Instruments is the temple of a LovePeddler.

ME: I hate sex lusting and perverted beings,
me: But I delight in reading lustful posts and viewing racy pics.

ME: I love decency and modesty,
me: But mini skirts and tight gowns gives me tickles and konjiesty.

ME: I love to preach to beautiful girls,
me: But I would've preferred a rough copulate trysts.

ME: When I look at women, I see God's beauty
me: But beyond that I see Lust's duty.

ME: I wish we had decent celebrities,
me: But in your hearts of heart, you wish for a celebrity to have a wild intimacy.

ME: Don't put thoughts in my head you!
me: How many nude pics have you seen that remains in your head.

ME: I wish I could get rid of my fleshy desires,
me: But you would prefer I remain to push you to your earthly desires.

ME: I wish I was whole and complete without stains,
me: But you insist for my voice input without disdain.

ME: my ALTER-EGO.
me: my ALTER-EGO.

This above is the truncated form so if you don't mind reading the long one below just move over to the next piece....thanks

ALTER-EGO
This piece was written as a result of life experiences of persons and I didn't want to dwelll on the basic acts and facts because of what it triggers, I hope you understand.

( ME is sitting on a chair behind a reading table in a well furnished self-contain, trying to read a covered book until........)



ME : What! What are you doing here?,
I thought we had this discussion,
and I told you I never wanted to see you
and you should never come back...

me : (laughs) Is it me or your thoughts,
I thought you were the brilliant son,
and I know you are bored,
so when you are tired of acting strong do it,
because i know we like it hardcore,
and of course we've got no choice.
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ME : Of course I've got a choice
and its to kill you with the word,
but I know you never get tired of this war,
it seems my body is wired
to obey your every wishes,
but my spirit weeps at your very lashes,
so I know what to do................,
I'll do it for now
and you promise to never disturb?...

me : Noooooooooooo!,
you know you love me,
so put the malice aside,
I'll come back again,
you will come back for more,
you know I know,
you just spoke of the word,
why not use it and let's see how it works,
It's already ineffective in our hands,
same hands that's dedicated to my alms,
when you go over the same screen
over and over again,
what you see cannot be unseen.
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ME : You urge me to be bad,
and yet you claim that you love me,
I wasted my time
yet you say I'm not enough,
I give you my all but I guess am still hurting,
I don't want to do this anymore
maybe I'll confess my deeds
and hope I can bring an end to this contract.

me : You know i know,
this bondage doesn't end,
when you ate the forbidden fruit,
it got digested,
so how do you remove
what's part of your system?.
Its stuck in your throat,
so how is someone
who has evidence of wealth so broke,
see you have got no clause in this contract,
I hold the bills and knowing all your deeds,
what is it I just heard?,
you want to report yourself
and become a victim,
well go on ahead
let's see how you get off the grid.
You've gat an awful past,
and also that led to the present.
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ME : You talk about the past,
did I hear you right, of course no,
you don't know how to read
what's right and what's left,
where were you?
when that aunty at our former place,
I mean the face me I face you situation
when i was bathing,
and she called me right in front of her
bathroom.
I was barely eight,
when I saw what my eyes could never
unseen.
I have had my own fair share of the apple
but I think I have come to the light
This is the end of the tunnel.

me : You speak as if i was not there,
on your escapades,
when you were becoming a teen,
I mean you were almost a pedophile
Although you did all those shit,
when you were just a child,
but I also was there to play my part
even when you were already a teen,
you were a lonely attractive beach side.
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ME: That's very brilliant
you remind me of my past,
but I am not perfect,
crooked sticks still draw straight lines,
am a sinner....
and I acknowledged I have sinned,
and after all these scenes,
I wish I could not be part of the cast,
but the road was already there
with warnings before I trespassed
but am tired and I need to retire.

me : You know I am your closest pal,
I know you and your oldest past,
you can't let go of all of me,
after just a year of being friends,
I mean what's good is never too bad,
you are my friend,
I'd love us to remain as pals.
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ME : I think I'm tired of being a pawn,
you throw me into the field,
whenever you want,
and even my wants you never need,
all you care about,
is how I trade my innocence for a six
minute scene on screen.
I believe I'll be better without you,
I have been a slave and even a bigger fool,
its been a year of pain and that of regret
and like that little eaglet,
soon I will soar again.

me : You speak of me as if I'm the problem
and soon enough you will come back for the
same process,
it starts with an urge and it ends in regrets,
but then I will take my leave
since my presence is disturbing
I will let you borrow a leaf,
and I hope you see your mistake
that me without you......
is a heart filled with pain.
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(me leaves while ME breathes a sigh of relieve)

ME : You can leave now,
I'm not in the mood for this,
its been a long time coming,
at last I'm free of this,
I have been a pawnstar
and I hope I never return,
the scenes are blurry
and the cast are judged not by their works
but by their belief,
let me return back to Love,
ask for forgiveness for the deeds of lust
and that will be the end of the start of this
film,
As i retrace my steps........


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Alter-Ego was written as a result of personal experience with people who had multiple personalities, one good the other sinful, like a double life..........
The truth is everyone has a past but not everyone takes hold of their future. You can take hold of yours stop the addiction now.
©eazydredink

I AM

I am that audible voice louder
than the most silent whispers,
I am the neck that refused the head
because it was too heavy,
I was the hand that threw stones at the thief,
yet am worst than the most dreaded snitch.

I was the hand that carried the briefcase
filled with cash and put in a mansion
I am the hand that squeezed my offering
until it became a tithe
I am the boy that heads a herd of grown men,
so you can call me the head boy.

I am the child that lost his interest to face his books,
so maybe I should be called Facebook
I am the over ripe fruit of the forbidden tree
so when I fell, I was overlooked.

I am you who believes in God,
yet giving seems like a task
I am the foot that refuses the ball,
so they complain about my passes
Yet I scored my goals.

I am you who believes in Grace,
but I slither with the green snake
hidden under the green grass,
I am you who believes in them,
their lies and manifestos
While we await their manifest too.

I am the name of every good,
and the evil behind every bad fruit
I am the name,
which refused to be mentioned
I am............

WE ARE THE STREETS

Given birth to in a little corner down the south side,
We grew up with little peers down the bad side,
we saw life from a different point of view,
so while we write with broken pencils
does not mean our thoughts are pointless,
we come from a rich heritage of thieves and chiefs,
we collect what is ours and rule what we have.

We've always wanted to be educated
but our goals in life has always been truncated, so we take life as it comes, a day at a time,
while you care about what those kleptomaniacs promised our fathers over 20 years ago,
we focus on what's best to smoke in our h.k's and jungles,
we stopped believing them,
because they only have hands of steal and great lie-ability
but our strength lies in our hustle because we are the streets.

We knew our mistake the very day we made them,
our daughters became pregnant virgins and our sons holy thieves,
we saw the path they followed, but what can we do?,
we've already gave them a trail,
when we gave birth to the boys,
our words were only those with book on their heads can use a pen to murder a sword,
they've always listened to our voice until they found out how this country aborted conceived dreams,
we felt we should turn to our girls,
remind them of the change they can make,
if they zip up,
but the only zip they had, they let it slip down, they joined their brothers in the hostile take over
they were given to change in A. p.c,
they used their fingers to work, so they can be klin and fresh because we are the streets.

The streets isn't devoid of conscience and reason,
I mean we have children who read with candle lights,
we have children who came out top of their class,
but the government paid no attention to their class,
we were too down here, while they were up there,
when we hoped for the best, the thoughts of the lies and pain ran across our chests,
as we have bad eggs so also good ones,
we do not count our eggs before they are hatched,
we still think of our leaders as empty-hens,
filled with unfulfilled promises
they are every where you go,
we continue with our hustle believing in it,
because we are the streets.

People ask who are the streets,
We are those children you look at and insult our dullness,
we dropped out of school into life
when our fathers died of frustration from not collecting their pension.
We are those children who pay our tithes,
unable to go to the schools our church build.
We are those children who run pass the windows of your car shouting
“buy your cold pure water”, “buy your sweet orange”, “buy your sweet mango”...,
but nobody wants to buy into our dreams and visions.
We are those children who eat meat only on harvest Sundays,
and eat chicken on Christmas days.
We are problems that have lingered for long we want to be solved,
It was never meant to be this way,
But as I said what choices are there
We are the streets.

WE ARE THE STREETS.