Signs

Morning come

Money go

Honey,

Run!

I had severe warnings

from childhood memories,

to the dealings of the world

Eyes bleeding

stoned by a friend

I had severe warnings

Money snatched

Tricked by another

Severe warnings

Life was singing to me

Calling in, ringing in

Refusing to listen

I plugged into aloof

Myself only

The world was me

Until it wasn’t

Simple World: migration

I have fluttered between the lines of imported identity and every day I continue to dabble in and out of a constrained line of thought. Growing into this man, I clearly see both my weakness and the lines that should be crossed. At this point I can not boldly say I revere in the sunken state of this blue light that filters through pixelated devices. There is an arrogance I hold, unneeded at sometimes. I need to let go of the darkness that surrounds me. I need some of form of light to balance my thought…….

Livvin

Around the city

The noise of celebration

Looting! some call it

I don’t care

We’re here

Standing on bricks

We’re here

Concocting smoke bombs

Dazy sights, throat coughed up

We are here

focused

fighting

restless

through the confusion

of this new age:

pilling old constricted adages

down, on and over our souls

Beyond skin

Finding love in different eras

To be free from the within

Finally after so long

Yeah! at night like this

The moon runs into hiding

The wind, effortlessly brave

Soothing with ambition

finds the well: infinite

And the Youth will drink

To forge a new voice

bringing all out from extinction

black ptsd

Flexing while in motion

The hate builds up when

Brown passes brown

That hate placed in baby cries

Brown destroying brown

Only the strong survives mantra

The crabs the hoes and the weak

Don’t forget

At the neck when you bite

Gutter jungle sounds bytes

Metrics and vulture cycles

One Dollar bill mixed with blood and

Vengeance

Passed onto my unborn

Repeating my man made history

Always left bare with pain

Emotions always tight gripped

No leaks or spill overs

Running the maze

Holding the cross for

Another’s man race

Simple World: Using Culture for Survival

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Using culture for survival, not to antagonize: creating division amongst a generation that have more things in common than any era to have lived on earth.

Imagine a world, evil hiding in the presence of good. Acting, representing all the glamour and glitz associated with serenity only to lose one step down then the true face appears.

The idea to go back home after all this years of pillaging through the mud and rain of another country has hope burning crawling through my veins. Having fought hard to come here to this place, I now find myself fighting life itself to go back home. Rejection spews out of me with every attempt, every sweat, and every shiver. Through the seasons, I long for the abode I seek. Yet in another land, I am uncounted for. Without a name, a number they call me. And with force, I answer.

I stood up and looked around, and the eyes in the office met mine. It was bone chilling, seeing all that looked but could not see look at me and reveal the secrets beyond their minds to me. It was an eerie feeling. Evil yet sweet like the sweetness of a mother’s love. All pure yet if used could be bring the burden of suffering and abuse.

Pursue me, pursue me. Watch me grow into a man and see my mistakes every step I take. I call for you and come forth, with your hands out wide, like a lost lover ready to let go off any grudge, any pain that might have planted as a wooden stake into your heart. Yes, I see you. That wicked, wicked smile.

The idea of my blackness only sunk in when I landed at Dallas International Airport. The summer torching humidity was the first to welcome me. It was unbelievable stepping out from the well air conditioned lobby into the bare intense heat. It felt like the melting heat was tugging at my skin, reminding, sucking away any trace of bodily fluid. This was different from the northern sun of Kaduna I was used to. This was the in your face type of sun in a way mirroring much of the attitude I was to receive later on.

Through the red lines, our subject pupils adjusted to the green emerald light that emancipate every breath of the room; illuminating the high taste that encompassed the whole building. Our subject still deluded: entranced, walks towards the now increasingly bright light stationed at th

Events of Earth Move in Cycles

At that time

I saw it all

I tell you

My eyes were shut

Still, I saw everything

The beginning

My beginning

In form of an egg

Light piercing through

Giving me life

I was awakened

Surreal like art, past

I was there

Alive

Reborn to a new point

Lines of old ventured memories

Scribbled, printed onto my palms

To remind and guide

I saw all

I tell you

I saw everything

The creation of Erinwmin

Mother welcoming

Like a gush of wind

Dragging fast past the stars

Like a race

Head on collision

Blurs of space

Burning stories onto my spirit

I saw all

I really must say

All was seen

Boundless space of infinite existence

breaking through Saturn rocks

Brought to a summation

To now

A place called earth

Yes, I must tell

before time had a name

we of the energy constellation

existed

breathing along side

the planets

forms, all made whole by the one and true Osanobua