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Thursday, November 14, 2019

Terminus Beacon

Peerless is a partial pseudonym
For saintly beings with a higher purpose from the beginning
Trapped with the idiom of a middle passage
And a predetermined fate documented for the masses
Is a questionable advantage or understood disadvantage
Depending on the hidden handshake amongst bereft parties
Where fair play has an allowance of tardy
Where the witness and participant have equal value
Equality for having your voice hold its own weight
Equality for the experience of the moment
The price is always right - To debate
As the crossed angel meets the wretched mistake
Like the cognomen is to the given name
There is a precedent that precedes
Detectable homonyms accompanied with closing explanations
Baby steps of etymology
Transform into full formed babel
Inconceivable begins an unavoidable end
Afresh over and over

Tuesday, July 30, 2019

Sedulous Brevity

Serenity without the aspect of peace and positivity
Aligns with my demeanor of this moment
Hopeful that a upward trend can be instantiated
While addlepated because Im missing what I really wanted
Haunted by a past overstuffed with sadness and painful memories
Devoid of the possibility to reconnect with source of sympathy
Another new beginning still has a rocky start
Full stomach laced at close quarters is an empty heart
Foolish words from a smart mouth
Finds the cross section of anonymity
Returns of divinity as a sense of serenity
Godliness found in just being lonely
The phony homey
Produces the momentous stretch of real fears
All that is near is not as it seems
I confess my world lacks perfection
The palimpsest of my life 
Assumes its own resolution
Before I discovered the plot
My desire to make it better
Does not meet the inspiration of oft encountered depression
Lessons learned again and again
Continues to transgress into the negative spin

Friday, June 14, 2019

Getting The Better Of... Balance

With words of appreciation and remorse
I humbled myself before thee
Some may say accordingly
And there is no glory of playing second string
But it was part of the thing
The fear of a pinnacle being lost 
Erases a pivotal cost
The injured, miserable and detached 
Has another life
Tap, Tap, Knock
The egg is beginning to hatch
A man of honor is a man of honor
Independent of uniform or skin color
If we were only to look forward from today
I support your cause
Can you say the same
I accept your word
Can you say the same
Let us not just contribute 
Let us begin to actually take the reigns 
And lead towards the next goal
Yes, the honest moment must admit
The brightest sun allows closed minds to see red
Open up to embrace a scarred and beautiful America
Absent are the accusations of espionage
In addition to the calls of conspiracy
Leaves heresy held in contempt
By the steady hand of leadership
But what does it mean to continually challenge the throne
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Attention please
Me, I will just put pen to pad for everyone to see
Candid support as I campaign for a little more
Helping me in my greatest achievement
Can earn eternal gratitude
With added sentiment
Because all is fair in love and war
The mirror pays the most expensive price of familiarity
I know this person
We have the same goals and ambitions
Opposition is an epic clash
Cooperation is a plentiful friendship
So whats this
I will let you decide
I had my time
I played my hand
To watch the world turn
Watch the earth burn
Its cliche to notice that ruins must be ruined
For the new buildings to be built
Stunning sculptures and skyscrapers at their highest possible peak

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

An Original Thought

I never knew who you were
You never knew what I meant
And still we see 
Look at the past without relent
Time spent is a causality
Of camaraderie
Prayers to the invisible man
Bring questions to a stable mentality
A formality at this point
With reasonable cause
As all laws, flaws and cost 
Pay tribute to inferiority
Sobriety or Seniority
Embraces the stage
With the brightest lights
As the best spot to …
I don’t know what im saying
Again theres no relaying
I can’t past the baton 
To begin the final leg
Well not can’t but won’t
I don’t know what im doing
Pursuant and telegraphic are words 
Once heard from peers 
When life meant we were happy
Now the meaning is …
I don’t know where I’m at
I thought the book was closed
Eight Seven
I called the chapter done
One Three
Yet and still I revived another one
For more than me and more than I can see
But who will care as the end is near
There is always more life to discuss

Thursday, March 21, 2019

Forgotten Symbolism of Competition

The attempt to revolutionize a career with new communication
Was met with interpretive noise and ruination
Sadly it was predictable
Even by a lesser individual
So what should that mean for me
Smitten with a conniption 
Of lost or not earned wages
Allows for the attrition of whats written
To decompose in stages
How do you keep going when the immediate return is
Something positive has to restore the feeling of accomplishment
As both feet are firmly affixed to the ground
The blissful heights are nowhere to be found
Prayers for a winning lotto ticket 
Mixed with copious applications to employers
Let me know a fiance and lawyer would have been a better route
Candle lit dinners are replaced with sipping dark stout
How do you ascend to your dreams that are too big to attain
Worse pain 
Loss of mind or broken heart
Repeat the same task expecting a different result or start anew
Collapse to your knees and pray or seek the comfort of a neighbor too
Sometimes the favor is to do no favors
Labor the turmoil of hard work
With a tear in the eye and lecturous smirk
Its all in the inevitable works
As the cogs turn and plates shift
Can we move forward without mischief
Can we generate a better atmosphere to live
Can Obioku be the bigger and better man
Can he knows what it is like to have the winners seat
Lather rinse repeat
The appearance of what we already knew
Stares you in the face once again
I am what I am
But what is that to you

Saturday, January 12, 2019

Low-End Sanctity

Lonely, lonely, lonely
And lost to the world
Phony. phony, phony
With less care to give
The new paradigm has shifted to a more surreal cause
As the mistake to not participate ripples all flaws
I am no longer the judge of circumstance
But the misgiver of wrongful entrance
Once foretold a man cannot live on his word alone
However each statement builds a new home
Turmoil is the result of plans not finished
As disappointment reigns for those awaiting the end of the line
One must adhere to the crowd to the sublime income
For in my own light I have not seen the shine
The earth's view is not mine alone
Broken and shattered in a tireless fight
Wishing for another moment to make it right
But the interval is always fleeting and does not generate response
Miracles introspectively reveal the inevitable failure to launch
These words are nothing
These thoughts are even less
A cruel fate is the only thing left to test
Will a hero arise to spark a sense of renewal
Or will the dark spiral continue to engulf 
The predictable conclusion is one of illusion
If you can believe in things that are not true
So what am I to do from here forth
Live a life of God's approval
Only I have no idea how long it can last
Showing plans for a laugh
Causes tears for a presenter
Heaven and hell has paths to enter