Masks

Impostor!
I can see through you.
you're a fake.
you have nothing to say.

keep up the pretense.
it befits you.
continue your silence.
your silence of lies.

facades of lies.
they tell me you are fine.
i can see through your lie.
you're a fake, you lie.

Shades of Pain

there are 20 million shades.
black.
ash.
pewter.
grey.
and pain.

they speak to me.
their language of horrid colours.
dull is what life seems.
a awful shade of ashy lace.

i bleed endlessly.
i bleed to die.
i feel not the pain,
the pain is deep inside.

what is love?

what is love?
yes i ask.
i have no understanding.
of that implicit emotion.
this moment i want you.
the next moment, i do not.
is that love?

what is love?
this feeling tearing me apart.
this feeling making me fuck them all.
just to leave away from your memories.
is that love?

DAIRY OF THOUGHTS

I watched you go, now I see you come back.

I watched you learn your lesson, but before then I watched you leave with all of your things in a napsack.
My brain gave me no reasons for your actions, even after I had put it on a ransack.
Pitch black is all I see when I think back.
Back to the time when we frolicked. 

MY VERY BIG GBEGE!

Bae mama no gree see wetin bae see in me.
She say I be christian, sey i be infidel, sey I be detty for the eyes of Allah.
"All the handsome young men at the mosque you couldn't pick one, it's that christian boy you want, you just want to bring me shame".

DAIRY OF THOUGHTS

Hung in the balance yet the pendulum swings.
The clock ticks.
The plot thickens.
The stagnation is real so there is no lack of surprise when I see us running daily like headless chickens.
The status quo is a brick tied to our feet.
We are plunging to the depths.
There is an unusual calm as we plunge to our deaths.
The taste is salty.
Slow and real slow we go.
Slow and real slow we ride the wave of our ancestors who jumped from ships to escape bondage.
The twist is that we're bringing the chains back to 'em.
We have been tricked and the sleight of hand was really quick.
Who would remove us from this hypnosis?
We haven't been crying out.
We haven't done enough in this crisis.
So who then would save us now...
Some one to come in with thunder claps like kung lao.
Or someone to come in, removing the spell that has been casted with their spell binding presence.
Or someone with a different persona maybe?
Dear lord would you please save 'we'?

Dairy Of Thoughts

They say stay woke, but these eyes have gone to sleep.
Looking at the man in the mirror, hoping that he never slips.
Hoping he never walks away, hoping his demons never put him to slay.
Thoughts on thoughts are locked on redemption.
The road though is tumultuous, it is blocked by a self-inflicted collapse in mental strength and confidence.
The essence of it all seems like a dimly lit torch in the stark darkness.
Would he be safer in Tony Stark's armour?
Would he find peace in Noah's Ark or maybe something more?
Something has changed with the way he perceives the world.
It really is devoid of any sense if you try to make one of it, maybe he'd find the answers when he shuffles through God's word.
Maybe he'll not.
His mind are troubled waters with tides so strong.
What could have gone wrong?
Probably things are at their status-quo but he doesn't see it.
He expects more I guess... He's Olivertwisting.
Over reaching for the non-existent.
I guess aiming to switch up the narrative is not feasible in this context.
Is the life worth living if he just seats there?
Or does he still give it chase... Story of the fox and the hare.
Story of the tortoise dragging the lion out of its lair.
A serious tussle, the undertaker and ric flair.
At the end he'll find out life's never fair.
Hopefully... by then he doesn't need to bleach it.

Diary Of Thoughts

I met a boy just like me, 5 ft plus alot, same kinda 'fro, same kinda dress sense with kicks to fit the toes.
Same interest in music; J.cole and Bryson, Riri and Aiko, Wiz and OBO, Eva and Savage.