These are the lines from MyLife the Rhymes of My Livity the flow of my reason.
I am a man,
I am with purpose
But none,
misplaced I am,
Like a random letter
that forms a word in a sentence
a sentence in a paragraph,
of a yet to be completed tale
smuggled abroad
I am illegal cargo
comfort I forgot along time ago
for the greener pasture
I submit to this capture!
Shall I find?
My purpose then,
or will it be peril...
here I am now,
still in transit
where I go, I cannot see it
yet incessantly I seek it
I am a man,
I am with purpose
But none
you can never tell
you have to look,
to understand,
to got to look
stare deep into the eyeballs
unfrazzled by the colors and contours of the cornea
nor the shimmering of the iris
or the pupils' precariousness
are you looking?
to see or
are you seeing to look?
you have to look,
you cannot say it
stare through to the iris
build your tale
create your narrative
meticulously captured,
through the lens of the eyes.
are you looking?
to see or
are you seeing to look?
Society is bleeding,
it's arteries and veins...
severed!
It's crying out loud,
and yet, unheard,
ti's getting dizzy, losing blood!
... passing out!
so they steal and...
get away with murder,
hiding spoils of plunder
thugging and running_
this system they set!
pawns in a game of chess,
check after checkmate,
you starved they ate!
taking and hiding,
their search is to snatch,
no more worms to catch,
not even the early bird
the egg did not hatch...
twas a sunny side up!
these that cut society,
now want us to seat for tea
because again they see,
another term to seat,
with promises full of deceit!
masters of division,
with words of manipulation,
thriving in dis-union,
inflicting suffering
... while,
watching from the distance of 'truth!'
#hakiiwengao
you can tell,
from that yell,
all is not well!
yet here we dwell,
like a cast spell,
imprisoned in our own cell!
you got to...
put on the Armor of God!
coz we at war!
fighting the 'Wows' of the devil!
the darkness attacks your head!
and lets your heart deal with it!
vicious battles...
stabbed by 'supposes'
dying from ‘maybe's and ‘what ifs’!
sleeping and not asleep,
waking up tired, not rested,
unceasing fighting,
with the shadows,
... of 'I think' and 'I heard'
wrestling 'imaginations'
unaware of dark
machinations
from the fallen one!
cutting off your head,
leaving you with poisoned feelings!
brother, sister;
it is with our mind that we serve God!
we fight!
we protect our head and,
not live your life,
over heart things,
instead; head things!
bring not...
a heart experience to a head fight!
live not, a headless life.
the serpent,
this fallen degenerate,
is a thief!
no robber, robs an empty house!
protect your head!
this cursed one,
is a malignant outcast,
with toxic fangs,
and a pungent stench,
out to get you!
stand up!
evacuate not!
from your turf,
your portion from God, since...
you were given already,
things you are yet to possess!
