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

Attendance 

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

Sedulous Brevity

Serenity without the aspect of peace and positivity

Aligns with the 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 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

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
Democracy
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Autocracy
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 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

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

Why

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

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

Nothing

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

Cut

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

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 more surreal cause

As the mistake to not participate ripples all flaws

I am no the 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