BEING & NOTHINGNESS...

I awoke in the night's deep all sweaty and jittery,
I faintly recall a nightmare relatively scary.
Then a revelation dawned upon me,
like a reality that constantly awaited me to see.
Now, behold,
I bewildered.
How inquisitive can a mere mortal be,
When curiosity apparently seems unreal?
What is the genesis on man and even life?
Is it morally just to have strife?

It's a good thing that scientist explored space,
But we still don't know if Earth is in Heaven's face.
Then i thought, could this be blasphemy?
Again I appreciated the efforts of man to solve the mystery.
I decided to take charge of my life with courage,
After all I'm a human being, i encourage.
I'm going to till the ground as God intended for me,
The Earth then shall her bosom unto me reveal.
I shall be an Ambassador from the ground's naught,
And together we all shall amount to great worth.

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JUST LET GO...

There is too much baggage weighing my mind,
like guilt and fear, and feelings unkind.
In fear of fail, i i'm worried and pale,
i thirst with desperation for a taste of ale.
My skin doth wither with passion and pain,
I become angered as no pain no gain.
Then stumbled i upon a friend,
even as it seemed the very end.
My sins and fears he made to mend,    
unto him my life i offered to lend.
But no, rather he took my hand,
and he took me around the land.
Just right then like the wave of a wand,

                                                            "Free your mind", he said. Oh what a brand.

TIME...

They say that time is running out,
yet utter they that it is in my hand.
They yell it over time aloud,
that it contradicts the wand.
When i experience moments magical,
i pray that time stands still.
Then when grief becomes tropical,
time struggles to climb the hill.

Poetry found me...

How crystal clear it still is in my mind,
when the innocence of childhood carefully caressed my existence.
Extremely liable i was to hurtful find,
that even the injuries that i survived gave no recompense.
The value i now ascribe to life much blows my behind,
so much i like the present tense.
Now i sit by the riverside as the wind is kind,
it all makes perfect sense.
Poetry found me as i made to wind,
one side shall i speak from and not stand on the fence. 

I WISH I WERE LONELY...ENOUGH

I rest in the heart of the shadows,
deep in my misery i begin to wallow,
undressed like feigning the scare crow,
i'm falling, yet i fail to let go,
of the fantasy that comes with the rainbow.
of the lucid gift of pot of gold,
of the grief even if its just a day old.
i'm just asleep trying to escape from being old
i just want to let life and love flow,
i want the sun to constantly glow,
Perhaps one day i'll know,
even in my secret obsessive row,
and my private,solitary show,
i take a bow,
yet i've been seen by one i do not know....

2012 Nigerian...

Sometimes i wished i was a caped crusader like the American night or knight vigilante batman, but that's worse than mere fantasy, its meant for cartoons and box office movies.
but seriously, whats the way forward in Nigeria? Everything seems to be tearing apart and nothing is being done about it.
of course there are classified info that most of the population are not privy to and shouldn't even bother their heads about, but look at us, we all seem to be worrying for the president like a football coach snarling at his team from the sidelines, awesome!?
pathetic actually, although in as much as its not fair to blame Goodluck for Nigeria's present shortcomings, perhaps if a charismatic leadership emanates from him and we see him take charge, that's good enough as an element of hope...

is or not

he loves me, she loves me,
or rather not.
i love me more than you love me,
or rather the donut.
as blind as i am, yet now i see,
or rather not.
love or not, you nor me,
whatever or rather not.