Am avoided by my friends that I place my  hands up high to meet
Am solely depending on myself for the new attention that am planning to meet.

Sick of society ready to glance into the solitude life without strength to waste
A new friend that am meeting already recognise my intentions without a waste.

Am applying a new rule in the beginning of my life so I can envelope my mind
The pages boring through a deep hole but the key is left in my mind.

The strange youth as am fondly called will become a wise chap once the coast is clear

Summarizing how my day went wasn't part of the plan
But am a writer sharing part of my life is always part of the plan.

Discussing my plans for the day definitely has to end up till midnight
You really sure you up for the conversation up till midnight.

Am yawning now calling your attention to the time of the night
Your heavy breathing and your long breath making me realise you had a hell of a night.

But don't just give up it's almost time we end this conversation
At the end of the night we have to sit up and write a new conversation.

What would you gamble for your own very life to continue to exist
Is it the lack of joy you clearly fail to observe even as you continue to exist.

Or the conviction that things won't allign until you stop wishing
A lone attitude about what could possibly go wrong still wishing.

A nice way to speak more to your self but it won't create any result
Onlookers already judgmental some even gave you a fail score as a result.

A safe prediction won't fully be in place if you don't stop wishing and act now.

Don't ask why you are down that is the obvious question
But do you seem to ask why u don't get back up which is the question.

Life would surely knock you down even though you try to stay up
Those dreams in you head should make you stay up.

The journey to heal that pain has to get you making the right decisions
Won't you like to fix the pains that haunt your daily decisions.

Connecting to nature is my only gateway drug
But you can't affect what you can't understand don't tamper with the picture.

A practical exercise for those who want something others don't desire
Because when you actually want to heal you have to focus on what you desire.

The game is new I won't lie I just started playing it today
Am still playing it hard I won't bother to finish it today.

Most times am corrected after I burst and tell people my real emotions
But won't my life be just like a video game if I refuse to spill my real emotions.

Not minding what the online players are saying I had to bend down and beg
Because most times am misunderstood so  I had to crush my ego and beg.

A pawn was just molded for the sole purpose of obeying a new master
Obedient like a glass but empty like a cup in the bid to please his new master.

Life pointing towards different direction but the way out is still the same
The hungry masters clamouring for a jolly meal while the slave stays the same
Undiscovered and never growing until the day she realizes how she remains the same.

Steadily looking out for the masters that would use the whip upon her back
How the watchful masters sounded when the took her pride behind her back.

Descending into another dimension of her life
Already changing matters from domestic to  family life.

Still scared of the watchful eyes of her masters as they prey behind her back.

Time is a lot like a drop of water
Each drop and the sound gets closer like an heartbeat.

Don't miss out on the life opportunities it can  still be missed.

Each grip shows how close you are actually  to what stares at your face
The drip that makes the noise jolts you back as you turn to your face.

A new distance is slowly built by how each steps moves towards a new direction
The past you are holding on to will definitely make you lose the new direction.

Time is like a mystery to some while
those who understands it value the use of time

Steps taken to avoid an intrusive abuser that Is bent on catching my breath
A new reason to remain fearful and linger back so I can really catch my breath.

The new steps catching up to me am obviously on the edge I won't bulge still
Tears dripping down my face and my fear enveloping me I won't scream still.

A new way to direct my energy as soon as the obvious truth gets to me
Slowly counting my loss in the hope of avoiding the tragedy that will get to me.

Am known to solve problems my own way which is to do nothing and let it flow
The mystery man is me I won't consider shielding my mind away from the flow.

The crucial times when everything sets in and life waves farewell
Rewind to when the first cry was heard and the happy child was bidding farewell.

The clustering around of well-wishers merrying and enjoying the new moment
A new mystery placed down on earth without a real purpose truly defined
The message stuck in my head but getting it out is not truly defined.

A step by step relationship in the moment you are trying to catch a point
The last minutes tick tock like a time but in  reality am trying to make a point.

The period when everyone is advised to quench their taste the best way
The lieing time when people walk around hoping you get back on the right way.
The undecisive period you have to choose between society and you thinking the right way.

Everytime the ideas start trolling in you advise yourself to go to sleep
Anxious readers hoping on a drop but you let the ideas go to sleep.

Believing that a new one is underway so you clear your head of the old ones
The fallow period happens once in a while I can imagine their reaction when they listen to the new ones.

Arguing about a similar outcome that you just got out from
Still complaining about a situation you can't control and didn't get out from.

Holding on to an energy that looks bleaks and drains what you have left
Not enjoying every moment that life throws at you because you have nothing left.

Still reminiscing on how your previous life would have been a perfect blessing if you didn't wake up
On the self reflecting journey on what could become of your very own existence if you didn't wake up.

Still arguing with yourself in your new body untill you start bringing the negative vibes back

On a flight leaving my comfort zone heading out to a better zone
Not really pumped up am leaving my home to be in second place out of my zone.

Stories of how my forefathers were slaves always jolts me back to my reality
The chains that bounded my chest and pain within my lips always bring me back to reality.

Am still a product of my circumstances my colour doesn't define how I move on my trail
The gaze from the bystanders letting me know am out of place in my trail.

Have been living on trial all my life every new step looks like a big mistake
Am living without chains in my mind but physically I might still be a huge mistake.

The shadows started by forming a shape of death dressed up in fear
Millions of people startled out in fear as soon as the distance shadows was in clear.

A new nation fled to his knees by the giant hand of an evil dictator
People learn to take what they want by force even if u call them a dictator.

Children sperated from their mum's embrace tear drops litter the floor
Blood act as sweat as the whip against the flesh makes a mere man cling to the floor.

The distance shadows represents the unforgiving people who prey on the weak
The believer look up to the sky hoping for his grace to protect the distance shadows from the weak.

Born in the family of an heavy fighter
Aimted to be a great believer than a fighter.

A new legacy that am working on so I can get fame
Not following the trend that was already in place so I can change the game.

The flows waking me up at my alone time I could see the direction change
A new wave showing me the way I could feel the energy making me to change.

The pen am holding is meant to change lives and steer a new ship
The writer is born with a clear purpose some don't realise they can clinge to the moving ship.

Ideas flowing in even on lonely days the dairy of a lonely writer giving the power to change the game
Physically drained but emotionally still the same writer that will use his ideas to change the game

Mind deepened as soon as I pick up the ink and scribble
Not knowing the next step to take but still directing a new scribble.

The block is now constant I really need to get the information out anyway
My readers already anxious waiting for the legendary poet to come deliver anyway.

Nobody realises that the mind is filled with different stumbling blocks that can *******
Matching the ideas together already but the outcome would make you *******.

A new direction is the only true essence of what am getting for myself
If you mind for a bite just tap in the story that I just told you about myself.

Staring at a still reflection of myself in my mirror
Don't blame what am looking at my life staring back at my mirror.

Looking back to when it all started under a pretence that I was growing
I was losing part of my existence anytime I was turning.

The original is still mixed up with the fake side don't wait on the side turn
Step by step I realize am mixing the good and bad in this sharp turn.

Making a lot of mistake and realizing down the road is all a lesson
Hating on the original I couldn't blame who would not follow my lessons.

**** text asking for a little skin approach don't be scared
The demand is getting high not the less don't act scared.

New reason to demand for what your desires can push out
Line up a new reason to rediscover yourself when heading out.

Clothes off your mind a new perspective can shake you towards the right direction
Not knowing what tomorrow holds is still a new reason to define your own direction.

What are you in this life for is the right question to ask your very existence

The reason love is supernatural to some and bitter to some
Still discovering how life can be fair to some and candid to some.

Needless to say love is a word that need no explanation if you can read
But the story in between it can fail the smartest even if you can read.

My sunshine is a puzzle to some and a mystery to others
The sun shinning on me might be due to how your sunshine reflects to others.

A lot of what am missing in my mind is always found close to my body
Need what I want but the outer ego letting people stare at my body.

What marvel to the world some would say
How could he possess so much some will say.

While am just unseen to myself doubting what I cherish the most
Isn't my place on earth felt by who detest me the most.

Life knocking me down like everyone else don't hate
The too much details on me is affecting how I change the hate.

Drying off my chest not again I don't want to turn it to a habit
Leaving the past behind I really need to work on this habit.

Letting my emotions dictate my mood even ruining what I have in place
Not the soft type but the life sequence is like a trigger always in place.

Falling soldiers all around still checking if everything is happening right
A new game is upon us I believe the flight can only be taken right.

Same mystery within my lips asking what the meanings hold in sight
Last emotions that am shedding the meaning of life is in sight.

The story follows suit of how a voiceless person can comprehend
I was just ripped off my pride I hope the everyday person can comprehend

Not knowing who to run to I was gestured back to reality by a hand gesture
I was mesmerizing when those hands started healing me with his gesture.

Soon I had a feeling I was directed to an higher purpose than I left behind
The voice in my head that was silent now began to pick what it left behind.

My journey was fruitful soon as the voiceless helper changed what I had in mind.

The influence on me is like a glue that is ******* my skin
Learnt so many things the hard way don't blame what I hate on my skin.

Little things matter the most don't wait until you are carried away
Being jolted in the right direction but peer group pressure makes me look away.

Another bad influence coming my way I think I will just settle for another shot
As soon as I get rid of one another bad influence comes knocking trying his shot.

I really think I need a fresh new habit I can't keep going down this lane
My new instincts keeps telling me that my new habit left down my old lane.

I wish I listened more often to the voice in my head that whispers
Sounds in my head telling me to point a certain way anytime I hinder.

So many promises of the future but deep down I can't attain
But my younger self with it's future still bleak was still the future I wanted to attain.

On a better level of understanding how the circle fits my existence
When you look closely with each day passing you cringe for your existence.

Hoping that the next day isn't your last hoping to make an impact
The race born within the mind of who is actually seeking an impact.
My younger version gesturing me to believe in myself more I might make an impact.

A new reason to hope and to administer our long lost faith
A new fantasy in our minds on how the past can affect our faith.

A new tenacy to redo all our past mission so we can achieve the impossible
A new technique to adopt so all the stiff ideas would move the impossible.

A new reason to reach out to my lost chronicles and adopt a first impression
A new diary on my table I think I need to document another first impression.

A new doctrine we need to adopt so the new message can find it's way out
Spreading a new message from my lips I believe the tone would find it's way out.

Struggling with the reality that everything will fall in place
Struggling with peace that I created even though I wasn't in place.

Struggling with a new habit that kept me afloat but draining all of me now
Struggling with how sentiments can change how people question me now.

Struggling with the friend that calls my phone just to check on my progress
Struggling with the replies lined up on my phone I really need to check the progress.

Struggling with dropping the ideas I believe  can have an impact on the future
Still struggling with the questions hope it doesn't become an habit on my future.

Down this same road again I hope I get out this time
Eyes closed to a point but the only way out is one this time.

Clouded vision makes me realise that I still have another purpose to my existence
Another hit and am slowly backing out of the main reason for my existence.

Lone road making me understand how the day will end up eventually.
Hallucinating about a clear decision but my new reality taking me eventually.

Pouring from the cup of life I really need to see things differently
Don't tell me am still heavily sedated I really need to see life differently.

The vision of how a modern day poet is viewed
I can imagine you all bringing your pen out the view.

Don't be discouraged by the content of my messages don't be misinformed
Little bit of expression on my end I already sound like am misinformed.

Don't forget that I gave an interesting poem just now
Never relate with the new information I just acquired just now.

Back on the scribbling brick I really need a new desire
Modern day poet  I won't stop until I miss the desire.

A new wave is upon us I wish I can take the new plain
Visualizing a new reason why people prefer color to plain.

Observing what the colorful illusion we all picture can aid our pain
Slowly digging up a new habit for comfort not observing our new pain.

Nuturing what I need to preserve I won't mind if i stick to the new plan
Unfolding a new way of getting over the new disaster caused by my new plan.
The Slow wave that I reject will come back to make me insane.

The passion to win more than I lose makes a one man army unique
The unique personality makes a slow go getter almost defined as unique.

You should always remember the last person you saw struggling to stand
After so many falls the inner push is still making a slow decision man to stand.

Another big decision to make and the outcome is not easy to define
You decide how you react to end result don't be easy to define.

Plans are on the way to make a unified decision
A new passion to win is like a push don't slack if you need to make the right decision.

Why are you bent on destroying the future that is bleak
Why don't you want to grow out of your comfort zone.

Why is life treating you like you won't get out of it
Why don't the answer add up so you can have a suitable answer.

Why won't you accept that life throws the same lessons twice
Why is the "Y" questions filled with a lot than you can comprehend.

Why don't you decide on how the outcome would look like
Why don't the reality sink in a way you can put in writing.

Just came back from the restroom for the tenth time I think I have a drinking problem
Eyes wide shot but my bottle water still stay glued to my hands as if I am the problem.

Another noise from the crowd I believe they need a new dose of what I have
The only solution to every problem is what I have in my hand that I have.

Water solution is like a new medicine you can't do without it even if you try
I need to have my bath is the water warm enough I asked before I fry.

Breakfast is the new charm boil a cup of water I think I need the tea to enjoy my day
Water therapy is a new bliss you need to include it if you want to enjoy your day.

Every man is a threat to those ladies who walk by themselves alone in the night
Every man is a threat to those who dress like the material is not enough.

Every man is a threat to those ladies that just left a previous heartbreak
Every man is a threat  to a lady that was molested all her life.

Every man is a threat to his sister's because they also see other men as threat
Every man is a threat to himself if he can't control his ****** urge
Every man is still a threat considering the fact men are super to those around them.

What exactly are you fighting for in your life I keep asking
Because the pain that you are yearning for is asking.

The turn you are afraid to take is already been plied by another
Don't let the defeat in your head make you envy another.

The fight is against you when you stare at the mirror you can understand
Getting back up is like a jolly ride you only enjoy it when you board it
The world deserves a better fighter you won't know until you become it.

Always a long road to achieve what ever you set your mind on
The journey is full of Invisible ups and downs you don't realize until you get on.

Someone trying to catch-up I hope is the ambulance pulling on the driveway
Another casualty lining up hope we can find our way to the driveway.

Projecting forward on all my intentions don't know which would push me forward
On the lookout for a new idea hoping to push this new one forward.

Slowly backing out and procastination is waiting to take it's place
On a new journey always a mile before I get to my new place.

Life on the edge to me is like cloud
Ain't nothing she ever did that made me mad.

Until my pupil was the center of discussion
Started asking about the color
And the point of the vigour
I was more of an introvert in discussing matters.

But I still won't let my pupil or it's color
Make me lose my date with my THc.

My life is like a self afflicted job always seeing the unseen before anybody else
The pen that stay stuck to my hands always writing the unheard before anyone else.

Life of a poet I didn't even prepare my head for the life journey am heading down
Nemesis catching up on me before I make a quick sound
Holding on to a new believe that am left in the ground.

Different changes all around wondering if am still alive
Unseen is like a temporary illness it won't go only with Unheard.

Still waiting on my order in the four walls of  my cell
Had to wait in line before I could get out of my cell.

Staggering feet then I knew it could come to my end
But the game needs change I just need inspiration in my head.

Unable to move confine to what my staggering thought whispers
The drunk inmate as am fondly called could give you glitters
On the new dimension I won't mind if your mind makes my shivers.

Spreading all sort of knowledge across don't cringe for a new leader
The drunk inmate isn't just a title don't wait until you are made a leader.

An expecting mother clinging to the juice of the huckleberry
A new baby on it's way and the father is relaxing with a nice dewberry.

Life throwing different mix to a new one walking the phase of the earth
The first step looks more like a mile and the new one is facing the earth.

Frequent trips to the hospital got a patient holding on to the cloudberry
The dentist still calling not realizing am missing my appointment because of my cranberry.

The young infant is now grown don't let the optician know the currant is the cure
Still holding on to a new device don't wait until you get your tongue on the blackberry
Depression setting in the young youth is trying to fix obesity with Acai Berry.

The young parents are now old they can also fix it with raspberry
Letter to the world fixing my problems with Berries is a new way to fight with Juneberry.

Am already a millionaire in my mind so am planning my will
You there in the corner you in need of a dime
I think now I have more than enough it won't remain a dime.

Foolish spending got me checking my pocket for bills
Stacking the paper don't get angry for am missing my bills.

Second share is always the largest my eyes closed hoping for a call
Mouth agape don't look my way tears sprinkling on my face
Hate to admit my twisted will is just like a bell hanging on my face.

Morning noise letting me know that a new day is here
Daily routine making me realise that another day is here.

Planned out all in a piece of a paper hope i beat the traffic
Life on the road and everyone wondering if am still in traffic.

Different scenes bringing me back to my true reality
Black man missed with black intentions don't wait on the reality.

Don't know what today has in store for a loyal observer
But am still heading out tommorow keep the info for the next observer.

Don't want to talk trash about the person I love the most
But in the midst of that I still need to highlight what he does the most.

Straight out of school attention shaking for a right position
Lone boy on waters you only need to discover your main position.

Dad always raise his brow at me when I refuse to follow the straight guideline
He also should remember he wasn't cajoled to follow any strict guideline.

So why am I a victim of the only person that I solely look up to
Circumstances turning a real dad to an old school dad no doubt too.

The images in my screen looks more like me but am playing another scenario
Was I drunk or did someone just chase me into my own scenario.

Lost in the chronicles I created my strength weighing me down
The clear picture of what am becoming is tearing me down.

A quick future display got me scared of how many people am letting down
But the images left out how many people would turn me down.

Am still lost in my own mind filtering through the images that appear in bumps
My bumping image is a mixture of the past but my present refuses to be in doubt.

The mind of a believer is clear just like a crystal
The youth at his prime is missed up with a lot to decipher
Undergoing a clear passion to foresee the future he deciphers.

On the only lone road to actually become a true human
The mind is the only tool that projects how to see a human.

The youths rather brainstorm and meditate to achieve clarity
Youths don't actually talk they just use their mind to speak clarity.

The hurdle you are scared to climb is just ahead of you
The only obstacle that stands in your way is just feets from you.

Only you have the power to change how your story changes you
Living life on the chronicles it would look like the fight is against you.

Don't sweat imagine when you win would it be you against you?
The mirror staring back at you is constantly telling you how it can be you
Don't just limit how your thinking can affect a new you.

Holding on to the last words that I still have in my breath
Stampeding on the only ground I still have under my belt.

Lost in the scenarios that I created all by myself
Nurturing the only dilenma I created all by myself.

Wasted and confused I think that idea just went down the drain
Thought I wrote it down I felt we all thought like we have a brain.

**** am getting ahead of myself again won't I fail again
The beauty of a pen confession you are not sure if it will happen again.

Tune it down is what I tell the creativity that echoes in my mind
Opinion too loud you can literary have a conversation with my mind.

Am shutting everyone off don't blame what I have going on
Why don't you get it am just glad everyone is moving on.

Why are you still bitter don't you want anyone to be around
I guess am not used to the noise that everyone hovers around.

The less quiet it sounds the more my mind start to come alive
Still clinging to the noise around I might need it to come alive.

Glued to the phone viewing a display it never saw before
Life is changing again turning to a fiction we've never seen before.

The modern mystery got us all glued to innovation and technology
Pushing and scouring for the next invention only to drop it for another
The mind controlled beyond limits only because we envy another.

On the verge of what is happening don't hope for another change
The focus is now on a new device based on what is viewed to change.

The modern mind is viewing change just like an update on his device.

A place everyone call home but nobody wants to associate with
The home everyone wants to go to but no one is accustomed with.

The shadows that hide behind the walkway lurking in the dark
Don't prey on the weak because you are always hiding in the dark.

The journey is short but the stumbling blocks makes you weak
Hoping the night won't swallow your innocence so you won't be weak.

The only place I call home but smells like fear
The walk home is different don't mind if I cling to my fear.

Be careful how your thoughts play out it might just disappear
The seasons are changing be careful how your mind make you appear.

Everyone has a cross but few are willing to add the weight
On the verge of control then everything seems to go down the drain
Don't look closer you might get lost in the drain.

Either I choose the higher road because no options left for a loner
The seasons is felt at every corner don't interrupt the loner.

On the point of reaching a new adventure don't break a sweat
Each seasons is like a game of play you have to break a sweat.

Casting out what seems like a lost world
Stepping on the crumbles of a lost block.

The truth wasn't meant to be an illusion to who thinks
But the ground you stand on was already a vision for those who thinks.

Driving out each possibilities out of where know one deems it fit
Placing ignorance on wisdom for those things we build that don't fit.

The law of the universe is the only thing that brings the balance
Gravity rainbow isn't just a word read through my poem to view the balance.