The Untold

Even I, the untold story of the future present in the present as a product of a past in reconciliation with moments of memories ago.
The tragedy of misconstrued feelings as against thoughts and actions that flips over unknown to known with trial and circumstance, a twin of desperate times beckoning desperate measures to survive and live to see the untold told as living the dream of yesterday.
The agony of achieving success through failure just to break even.
Let I the untold represent the future of the present and by all means a motions picture in realty's tale. A fragment of existence to be reckoned with, a matter in time to father a generation unborn in time.

Presumptuous - The Sinners Prayer

I don't presume that the truth is a fallacy of another truth, the one I presumed to be true. Predicting the denial of that which is true to paint a picture that is bared to lie on a wall empty of a frame - posing in the pain of agony to be left out in the cold praying that time should end crying tears to blood, for eternity to become a second.

Presumptuously  presuming that that which is presumed true, be true, cos walking the water and loosing faith has sank me deep in sin, so I pray the sinners prayer "Lord forgive me".
I stand in the conscience of my thought presuming what I've presumed to be true that we are all alike but different by just a like amongst a few, the future astronauts in the sky or the  proposed miners down south, the joke that is no joke but the reality of a truth that when it shall be it shall be. Tie the knot in expectation that a moment could end in a flick of a second to be continued in the eternity of forever, by far the farthest existence of mans reality living deep in time with pleasure or with pain.

What a presumptuous thought presuming true not true to be true, a felony of ignorance to pretend to know the truth but still not realise the truth, that reality is now and after now a continuation of one from the other as the set order of things to live once and die once.

Possessed by the perversion of our hearts we greedily ate of the forbidden fruit just to quench the hunger of desire burning deep within us and yet not satisfied that what will kill us is killing us, living life for rent at the expense of vanity making no living out of life. Buried alive under the pressure of what is right and what is wrong or which is good and which is bad, the weight of choice that then appear as the consequence of its action that either slaves or saves.

Cure

Sometimes all that is, is all there is. The insignificance of life is living without life dead to reality existing only by breath. Rumour has it that the future exists, the circumstance of a past that turned a present. Life in its own is everything that is and by the forces that made the heaven and earth to be, what will be has been. Consequently it begins to unfold minutes after the next second before the hour.
Trials with tribulations scourge the heart troubling desperate soul seeking to find power to overcome the strength required to conquer failure just to breath weal.

"I suppose that what we hold of the truth is our perception of its view faced from various points. The knowledge of understanding the nature of things requires wisdom to fulfil intellect with ample information to make the right decision of choices... Either you do or don't, whether you live or die, maybe you be bound or free implies that even the options are limited"

A dime at a time and a desert is set, a drop at a moment and an ocean is filled.
Sometimes all that will be is all that has been. Whether for a reason or by chance, the out come of all things pends on the result of an action. Truth of all is the truth for all, the act of one cursed us all. Our home turned against us, even the earth rebelled our existence,  our inheritance stolen thus beginning our search for the cure, to live life with life significantly alive, to dress our butchered soul with white as snow. The ultimate need of man to know the outcome of the present in life before death. I as one of so many seeks to reckon the past with the present and present a better picture of the future. Willingly hoping that the cure I find saves me

Weight

In these arms lie my flaws carrying on a weight that choice has placed upon my heart numbering each day of pain to have fallen in damnation right across the path of life. Talk of the devil as my mind comes in, juxtaposing misery for happiness pain for joy likewise as agony for sorrows. Tears are dropping out of the soul of my heart and I can feel it burning to the core of my sanity, feeling caught by the sense of my conscience.

Time will tell if time will tell what ever time will and by the time time will the deal is past done. Long before now and long after now souls have passed through this pilgrimage heading this way or that...

And feeling what I'm feeling undernotes the feelings I have for feeling. I have consciously come to realise that the need for a truth is a reason for a lie looping the end that we justify with means. Lying across the template of my opinion is the notion that what will be will be.

Where

That I'm here, is it because I went there?
Where I have come to know the right of wrong and maybe the good of bad, and walked through the left of right.
Taking steps of consciousness to where  I have fallen into the well of temptation where sin sinks deeper than hell, heated in the burning desires of hidden pleasure.

Fading slowly into oblivion all along with these demons, where all that is buried lives in silence...
Before the dying dies let this word of prayer be sacrificed - "in peace shall you rest". The beginning of yet another end sealed in eternity, another bundle of tantrum.

Because,
a different truth has come to light, one that lies under the shadow of disguise. Shall if the truth wish to lie where then shall it be put to rest, therefore I whisper silently in the solemness of heart seeking a new leaf to turn.

Frozen

Frozen is the night that cries in the dark
lonely and frightened in a shadow so black,
The peace in death I seek not to find
If it's a debt owed I seek not its fine.
Scared is the night that fades in the light
In guilt and shame, hides the face of the night,
The peace in silence I seek to kill with vengeance
For in forgiveness I seek repentance.

Tide in waves out comes each day
by the seconds the toll is paid, day by day
The peace in patience I seek to disarm
for it seems that time waits for no man.

Left Behind

Till forever stops tomorrow keeps going, never to return...
As for today, hope is her license to wait the return of her
beloved who in search of the silver lining, wandered into
the shadow of the moon leaving behind faded memories
of moments shared.

So, as today bears the loss of a beloved, a feeling of
total rejection as hope withers under tears.
feeling the existence of tomorrow's absence who
will forever sail into forever...

And it shall be that when I think of today,
That I shall remember beyond the past of its beginning
reminiscing what could have been
If only yesterday survived to see today.
... Shocking to say, - "the beginning is just a means to an end" -
the end I'm yet to find because what began yesterday ended not today.

Remember not to forget what began when man ran to survive
hoping to live for tomorrow, and ,
with pain he thrived
in sorrow...
Killing and dying to survive, -the agony of his MORTALITY-
yet another day  -a prayer of despair-ity.-

Yes we are related but distant like a future from a past,
Seeing you leave never to return tricks my heart
to beating fast.
I just hope when these tears fall
You answer my hearts call.
And run into my arms where two becomes one.

Running

 I'm running scared 

for what is before me 

is after me...

Haunted in the forest of my dreams

my reality nightmare screams

panting and running heart in hand

as tears watered dry land.

Bitter smell of pain 

the odor of horror

poured in the rain

by the hand of terror

Taste of fear sweetened sour 

vision of the darkest hour, for the

clock tells what time sees.

As tears fall from the dark sea

I see ahead footsteps

I hear behind footsteps

enclosing my mind with fear

the world i hold dear,

held with shock, my heart

running out of luck.

My soul to take
down the river lake.

A bereft world of tears,

a bunch of feelings left to share.

Troubled joyfully in distress... What 

a sad day it is to cry of happiness...

Heavenly Hell

Shedding her light from the sky,

the morning moon of glory

As I took off to begin a story

My last step stopped at the edge of a hill

Staring at the depth of darkness

I took off into a depth of messy gory.

Dark is the night but sleeps still,

Quiet is its hours walking on its toes round the clock (tick-tock)

Down below breathes of dirt and stink

Sin and death the scorpion that stings,

The joy of sadness, the sorrow of bitterness

Crying in pain moaning hurtful tears

A burning hell of loneliness.

Oh hell!!! heavens home of pain

Guide me through the fire

Shade me from pain

Turn my sins to ashes 

Forgive its temptation

Ghost of the underworld hiding in shadows

Break free and release tomorrow.

Oh heaven! hear my plea

Turn the lights on and save me from darkness

Many A Questions

How much level of spirituality does man have to go to become human, does he have to levitate and become an angel in the falling skies or be buried in the rising of the earth to be more of earth than of spirit, to die as earth and live in spirit, eternally as a spirit? And it seems no one knows either where to fall whether up or down? By the power to become human weakened by the strength to become flesh. But whatever the questions not asked might be, think of the answer that might not be. That the opposite side of black is white does not mean that white is the twin of black or might it be that the sun is the reflection of the moon above the sea from the sky? Now who among you is free of what is bestowed at birth but by grace salvaged from it? Well, if I say no one knows but only 6 feet below, what would that imply? But for clarity of mind. God is God, no man is God... So therefore, "no more let life divide what death can put together."

Bartimaeus

In the dark all there is to see is as far as a step, its probably the farthest to go in moving a lil bit forward. In the dark the heart thrum at the fear of the unseen before feeling what is not heard by the sound of touch. Clamour rages within the eyes searching for what to behold looking everywhere at the sight of nothing.

Firm is the courage of confusion to death lost of insight as to which way to lead through, walking in between steps to find a way along a path to where light shines through. A couple and one thoughts pour horror in the well of the mind and its demons begin to hide in the open, nothing matters anymore failing to find light that quench the agony of darkness. Searching to the beginning from the end of darkness hoping to come across light as a friend in deed, one, at the point of need, saviour of the eyes to lead farther than a step in the right direction but to all avails as the illusion of blindness. Shouting for help amidst the cry of silence to be found by light and guided by sight the bliss of a shameful ignorance

Change Nigeria

Don't believe what I say if it isn't true. That we are safe is a threat that brings ruin to our door steps. What wrong of ours is it, to choose among us those to lead us. What fault is it of the coming generation to suffer the mistakes of our choices? Too many questions about billions and millions missing with no whereabouts, what happened to the well being of the masses that requires the use of these? We see around us the injustice corruption has brought upon us all in the name of democracy, but are we that blind to notice the missing 200 amongst us or would I say taken before our eyes, or should I bring to your notice the daily loss of lives that toll under the name of terrorism, and yet everyone seems to be focused on making promises and advocating service to the people when the truth about it is nothing but a lie. The economy keeps crippling as we sit and listen to the lies and promises of yesteryears that has not stopped us from screaming "up nepa!!!". I ask, is it a crime to have constant power in a country like ours, education has failed to provide the society with qualified graduates. Our roads - highway to the graves for many. Challenge is the routine, hustling and bustling to make ends meet and yet there are those inspite the abundance of natures gift to us removed subsidy and still nothing got better. Better for it not to be our curse that things remain the same. So I ask, who are we if not Nigerians where do we reside if not Nigeria and what have we got if not us... I implore that we gather as one and speak to this situation by causing a change.

Dying Dead

Death lurks in the dark town of life
Fear is gripped by the cold hands
That bears pain in the heart of man.

Aching in his soul is the agony of frustration
Torn dreadfully into pieces of saddened sorrow.
Realities kiss taste as bitter as truth
as it lie on the lips of a broken heart.

Remembrance of a life after life
A memory in the future of a moment
The dream of his imagination,
Picture in mind - it is yet to be known.

The Leverage of Life - Hope

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The soul of the dead

Flushed out of reality

Dead souls crying in pain,

The ache of immortal agony.

Six feet below are un lived lives,

Dashed hopes and unfulfilled destinies

Live for today and hope for tomorrow                                            

Die today and never see tomorrow                                        

Hope never lives after the end

It survives through the beginning and

Suffers only at the end

Hope stays with life but is lost in death.

Life is for a moment but death is forever,

As the aftermath of a crowded history that has

Come to an abrupt end.  

HISTORY - The Beginning and End Of Life

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As history is called upon in times of remembrance,

so is today called upon by memory.

Today as it seems never exist.

even if tomorrow comes would it be different i ask;

but i guess the answer is "No", cause each day is a new one

History, the world we live in, is basically controlled by the time

on our hands, the tick of the moment that created the yesterday we saw,

the today we see and tomorrow that we seek.

In history, life is dated

in remembrance, it is a memory.

THE SITUATION OF LIFE

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may it be known that

wisdom comes first after God

As my mind splits open

as a broken egg

on the floor of knowledge

As it dawned on me

when i realized i failed

to achieve what my

strength could accomplish.

clear as sound

transparent as word

is the spirit of understanding.

The pace of a journey

is not in its speed,

its the distance covered

by each step of the way.

time may not permit you

to meet with history

cause it often comes after you are gone.

walking towards a tornado

with a burning candle,

on one hand is the situation of life.

you guard the flame

with the second hand

the hand of wisdom,

the shield that keeps the fire burning.

TOMORROW

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Today is the tomorrow i thought about yesterday.
Its funny how the story of later becomes the thought of now.
Who you are is as important as what you worth. And
sometimes, in the abscence of thoughts we find silence
the best companion to deal with time...

At birth what we are told about is the future, and the past is
narrated as history as a bunch of memories that once lived as moments.
to live with the remembrance of never seeing tomorrow.
That we are born to deal with the life we never asked. To live in the life which by fate was chosen.


Each day as time gets old we are reminded by the clock that there is a debt we owe,
one we would surely pay but never know when.
Should it be sudden, how much would it cost? would life be the worth?

the story before yesterday was that today would be the morrow, but how come we never get to see what tomorrow is like.
Would the moon appear before the sun or darkness before light?
would stars rain and pour the clouds from the sky?
For if it were to be a dream, would tomorrow be as beautiful as the rainbow...
#Sigh#

The future, as far as it feels the closer it seems to appear as the story of later the thought of now.
Pictured with a framed mind, secretly imagined in dreams, is the key that opens the door for tomorrow,
the happiness of finally seeing the future is the tomorrow we bear in mind, the joy that rings a bell to
never loose our dreams.
to know our worth by who we are.
to have in our hands the worth of our debt...........

WAKE ME UP!

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Who knew that today would end so abruptly as it did
to yesterday.
This is basically is the beginning of the end.
In my place of serenity where silence is heard as a million thoughts
whispering in echoes gossips from revelation.
i heard from a quiet mind the remembrance of a frightful night.

Last night,
I'm awake in the sleep of dreams, the vision of my nightmare.
Scared out of reality, the vision of my fear stared right back
and left in front of me a note from last night.

Last night, i slept sad with fear.
Cuddled in my bosom were shivering feelings of emotion,
that the urge to cry moaned with the pain of loneliness as I stared into a long dark night.

My past occupied the present with thoughts of the future filling the darkness
with echoes of sound-less promises about tomorrow.
Dark as the night, I saw steps following the shadows of a lonely ghost,

for as it occurred in time, the memory of a forgotten moment when i saw a future in an image,
beautiful as though it were ugly, happy as though it were sad; so to speak, that it was shadowed with a cover of darkness.

Then i cried as I shed my tears in pieces of words to see darkness and beyond it emptiness,
to find tomorrow misplaced in the future...

CHOICES

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The prodigal son of sin the father of regret.
"We use events to get dates not date to get events".


Behind both eyes the mind read the past from the book of memories
placed on the table of my mind.

Only i alone witnessed the first moment
turn into a herd of unheard memories
as i drive down the street of my mind in remembrance.

Along the lane i met with disobedience
after which the truth was ignored under the guilt of lie.
To believe it becomes a big mistake of choice


The depth of life comes from the choices of good and bad
separated from left to right.


A little further, and all my feelings fell unhappy
in the street of my mind,
my thoughts gathered around and found dead feeelings of love,
they ran for help all around my mind hoping for a miracle
to raise dead feelings from the street of my mind.

But i kept on driving heading to where it all began...

A HUG

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The warmth of it all in one wrap.
As it soothes the soul and robs the mind off worries,
more to the feeling as it comes with happiness.
Usually spoken without words,
voiced only as care.
So lonely without opened arms, very empty without a smile,
even left stranded without a friend.
Invincible as sound is the touch of a hug.