With my love
Walk your life

Away from me
With him

Or whomever
Wherever
You go.

Know I love
And that
Warm envelope

Goes with you

Go-
With my love-
Walk

some people have given up,they see Nigeria as hopeless,They feel it can not get better.they come with history records,recent happenings and even present situations.People are frustrated and tired  so out of the frustration comes so much cursing and bitter words.
Believe me when I say I know the feeling of disappointment,the hurt that one feels when hopes are raised only to be dashed.But when I withdraw from the so much noise and look a little deeper.I see good...so much good in  Nigeria.I am being really honest now.I know someone can see this good but if you can not, I wish I could borrow you my eyes, just so you see what I see and of course return my precious eyes back.
  Right from the time of Adam and to this very day,We humans tend to feel comfortable pushing blames.We refuse owning up to our wrongs or inefficiency.
  While complaining of a cut in your leg there is someone with no legs,he would gladly take your legs with the cut , Be thankful and treat the cut.When the complain is not healing the cut,why don't you use the time to find some first aid.
  
  Why curse when you can bless
  why speak death when you Can speak Life
  why worry when you can pray
  We can change our thinking
  We can look inwards at what we can do
  We can individually make a positive   difference

I'm not saying become voiceless,I'm saying  let your voice carry positive    value and be backed up with positive actions.
Can anything good come from Nigeria?      
Yes!I'm a good example

Step 1: Legalize all drugs and treat their possession as a public health issue, as is practiced in Portugal

Step 2: Get all nonviolent drug offenders out of prison and (A) into treatment when dealing with harder drugs like ****/coke/****** (B) get the *** growers some jobs doing what they're good at, and watch as the extra tax revenues progressively revitalize both local and national economies. (1)

Step 3: Fill the new vacancies in the nation's prison system with the entire US government and the top 1% of income earners as  punishment for their hubristic crimes against nature and humanity.

Step 4: Forgive all debts and redistribute all of the assets of the aforementioned parties among the entire population, but especially the impoverished classes, to create socioeconomic balance.

Step 5: Decentralize the economy and rebuild it along the lines of federated, autonomous municipalities, based on common ownership of economic resources, free education and healthcare, and participatory democracy. Once this is done, we can let the former government and 1% out of prison. (2)

**Brought To You By: Homunculus For President (but not for very long, because being an authority figure would sort of contradict the entire essence of the society I just described) 2016

I believe I am
meant to be alone

Rain falls from the clouds
Water from the sky
I'll be ******
if you think you can
**** with me one more time

Narcissus has a script
Narcissus has a plan
Narcissus wants to see you do
a little song and dance

He's under the illusion
Everyone around him is dumb
Offer any logical opinion
And once more he's on the run

Narcissus offers you a fantastical amazing deal
Narcissus offers a real awesome solution
Narcissus will conveniently be
too busy or forgetful
to follow through on his promises
Naricissus leaves you in a web of confusion

Don't trust him
Let that ship set sail
Any ounce of self-respect you lend to him
Will check-bounce to no avail

Real men don't abandon responsibility
Abandon other humans, ex-lovers, children
For familiar blank void shores
What only matters is sending Narcissus on a flight
onto Icarus's wings, watch him burn, in the light of a perfect
sun
Forget the blank void shores
Your mirror is cracked like your soul
Because when it rains it pours

He's under the illusion
Everyone around him is dumb
His only love is himself
His mirror is a pair of mental handcuffs
And he's on the wing of Icarus
Soaring straight into the sun

Everyone around him is dumb
So he thinks
As he soars
Into the sun
Everyone is dumb

The reflecting light hits his mirror
The mirror that is never enough
And Narcissus finally sees from the light of the sun- himself
And it's far too late
To remove the handcuffs

So much for the familiar blank void shores
Because when it rains it pours

Room 1:
              Ok Wait Take a look at this/
              He bends verbs together
              A Word Contortionist/              (whispers that doesn't go there)  
              Engaged with these words
              It's a partnership/
              A marriage, a mirage, a marauder
              An Enraged Blitz!!
              I exercise my time to
              Make words fit/
What has been said has been said before
              I reiterate this.

Room 2:
            Oh Wait!! Have you been here before?/
            That door that leads to my mental corridor/
            Equal to tennis fighting thoughts back and forth/
            And It's always love/ even if you never score/

Room 3:
  Oh Wait!! What? Im stunned/Older wiser other wise Im Dumb/
  The Diminish begun/
Finished When/
I got the picture/
Imagination was Infinite/
Jaw dropping the image/
A reality scrimmage/
Theses Thoughts are Infant/
It takes a village or pillage/

Room 4:  OH WAIT!!!  I got it You Don't Get It/
                   So Im Picking up the pieces to this Broken mirror/
                      In the Eyes of the Beholder/These Words thrown/
                        Can be ******/They can tink like pebbles/Think?
                           They can Bulge Like Boulders/Nothing left Open
                                                            ­                It's Write for Closure/

Room:5    
                                     oh wait got it yup/
                               high probability to the formulas of success/
                     You mix a little bit of this and a lot of never quite/and
              Shhhhhushhhh we always never talk to pessimist/

Death,
Something that is so unpredictable,
a mystery that can never be solved,
is what lies ahead.
As one lies dying on the bed,
As one lies thinking of one's loved ones,
the light suddenly seems so far away,
and a tunnel comes to an end.
At the end of tunnel is something better,
or is it?

Close minded are we human beings
Yet we say we are the smartest
Hypocrisy at its best.

Children are dying
But where are the rights?
****** is happening,
Where is the justice?

And our parents taint
Our minds at a very young age.
They say lies.
"Adults are mature."


Come now.
Who started all this?