"learn from the sun, son"
he told me.
"break through the clouds
when they doubt you,"
he added.
said it in extra wording.
added in excess stories.
but that one was all i needed,
so that was the only i kept,
the rest i let flow.
does what we do with the truth,
change how it's true?
i used to think it didn't,
now i think it does.
i used to think in truths,
now i think in lies.
cause it's the bluest
of each man's thoughts
that determine how he turns out.
every reality is shaped
by how the lies you tell the self
become the desired new.
"learn from the son, sun,"
he should've told him.
cause i'm better
than the sun, son -
i shine in private.
when you educate your own child,
tell him i send peace.'
diary
of
a
corporate
existentialist™
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
"i'm in class,
can you text?"
was me, texting her.
"i wanna hear your voice, feel your arms", came her response,
texting back.
i looked out of the window,
she stood there,
by a taxi in the parking bay.
i sat where i sat,
and rewinded back
to the last time i saw her -
i left her standing there,
pleading heavy
till the wind took her eyes.
i've been a fool
for the most
of this life.
i feel the water rise
in my eyes too, and i quickly sit up straight to still the strain.
there's something
about old pain that feels fresh
everytime i reminisce.
i blink once, and blink again.
and by the time i blink a third,
my mind is made up.
i broke this girl's heart once,
and i'm not
repeating the act.
many men never get
a second chance, but i have one at my disposal in this hour -
whatever i do from this day forth
must define nobility and honour,
i swear it on the 'w' in my name.
"i'm on my way to you," i text.
and from where i sit, i see her smile from the core and it shows up in her movements.
so i get up,
pick my things,
and leave."
Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 5:46 PM UTC
I thought,
As I sat in my chair
About you –
And I decided,
To gift you a letter
Making clear my wish:
You’re pretty, and it’s not just your colours
You hold grace. I’ve known women
that envied you
You do things to the sun,
His light shines in clumsy beams
When you’re around
You do things to the sky,
He stands proud and stout
After you leave
You do things to the rain,
Even the storms tread gently
In your presence
You do things, to me
Come and stay in my house –
I’ll worship you.
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 4:58 AM UTC
Lupita,
Teach me that the black girl
Is more than just, that –
More than just,
A **** provoking short-skirt
Tight-thick-thighs temptation
More than just,
A slim waist, supple flesh
And ‘shuga’
Stare into my ignorant eye,
And teach me
Lupita.
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 2:48 AM UTC
Scarce cloud on the upsky,
Scarce mind in the uphouse
No rain for the toad at chair,
More pain for the pauper’s child –
It’s winter.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
“I woke up to chattering teeth like a serial coward,
Except the fear is not within here, it sits in the air
The year carries twenty figures in twice orientation,
The year carries blessings and curses in twin proportions
Dear Twenty, talk to me, what do you expect of us?
Men’s lives fade like starving candles,
My hope slips out of the palms like I’m trying to hold wet air
Empty man, I’m scared of dying too young
Dumpty head, my shell cracks – I’m scared of dying too young
Bad days have me freezing inside the skull,
I’m not friends with God anymore and I miss Him –
Tears.”
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
“My mind carries a pain
My skin bears a voice
I’m mad and it shows
It’s black in my soul
I’m bad, I’m insane
I’m mad and it grows
Black man with some vocals –
Black man with no arms,
Black man yes, the pain is mine, and it eats me
Black man and there’s black in my thoughts,
So I keep screaming
Black man with heavy dreams that haunt him:
An ambition in the winter,
Flower never grow, for my seed cannot afford
Friction in the air when I’m bitter
Pay fee for my visions to come into sight, capitalism
Terrors caged in my intuition, neo-colonialist inhibitions
Give men races, take away our faces, branding
Culture punctured or am I just Insaniod?
**** the stereotype?
I try, but the Earth is stereohyped
Blame my senses? I can’t.
Too many cents owed me –
Nonsense.”
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
“Walk right up to you,
To the root of your throne
And stare, expectant
Cup in hand, thirst in soul
Ready to drink, and just demand:
I yell and raise the cup to you –
‘Forgive me!’
I am a hypocrite child, a mockery to your blamelessness
Please grant me eyes true,
And a tongue that knows honesty unimpaired -
‘I’m Sorry, My God.’
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
“The cousins leave, their laughter and cries do too
Upon that hour when sky’s flame
Is fell from up high
The water stops, the winds halt
Maybe even the blood stands too, still
For nothing moves, nothing’s awake at this hour
Minds and souls roam, free
Away from the heads plastered close to earth
Dreaming dreams, of planets, moons and else
Partaking, all in the blackness’s ritual
So dark, even the puppets of evil are tempted to lie still
All Men sleep, nothing’s awake at this hour –
Except me,
And the hand
From which this poem is borne.”
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC
[PART 1] - 2019
"It’s a click,
Followed by the crack of an atom
The flare of mushroom flame flies past me –
Witness!
A mutant sun is born on the sands of my planet,
The searing grey mush blooms
A planned doom looming over MY EARTH
A manufactured death staring me in the face;
Bomb!
[PART 2] - 2020
"It’s a sip,
Followed by the quake of cell
The echo of infection and mortality issues into my ear, news
Witness!
A mutant strain of illness blooms in men’s blood
Child and brothers taken sick, none return alive
A bacterial grenade, bioweapon - a motherfungus
A manufactured death staring me in the soul
Virus!”
[PART 3]
WHY?”
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC