Wired within us by nature or nurture we feel this thing
The one that stops the clock, mind and rewrites decision codes
The strong get weak at it and sometimes it uplifts the weak
Even when you say no, build defense walls, and inject yourself with a universal immunity drug, it disregards all.
Is it unstoppable or we're just yet to find the solution.
The antidote to it has been more of a placebo
Do we even need a solution at all for something that all who don't have want to have?
Maybe yes, cos the ones who land in the wrong jails of it cry out for freedom
Nobody seems to have the help
When it knocks and you ignore, it keeps knocking with persistence unimaginable
It gets frustrating and exciting sometimes to know it is love knocking again

He goes and promises to return
He always does - so we believed
He's faithful as a healthy heart
Never missing the time to return

He is gone! Reported a messenger
Yes we know was our retort
Of course he is gone and said he would return
No! I mean he is gone was the messenger's next line

The man of valor fell prey to the claws of death
The innocence of our minds took long to comprehend
What does it mean to be gone and not return?
What city is that far and strong to keep the strong man?

We're growing to only know that he was
Nobody who in his stead steps seems to know,
They never know what he means to us,
Nor what he does, they're all unreal actors

If that city still exists, we too one day would be gone!
Painfully we'd leave here but hopefully we'd meet him there
Maybe he still lives with his smile and bravery
In his arms by his help, we'd build our world in that city

This poem is not a poem
This poem may be meaningless,
Weightless yet worth reading
This poem lacks vocabulary
It holds nothing unique of poetic essence.
But carries simple words of a message
A message that seeks a place to land
Traveling within the walls of a heart.
Imprisoned, Ignored, Tortured.
Violently cracking the bricks of its cage
A message fighting for its own freedom
Seeking a break through.
A message desirous of overcoming solitary confinement
The message wants to meet others.
But others seem to have no message for this message.
This message refuses to quit fighting to escape the ******* of a home in one heart.
It hopes to locate its friend in another heart.
Futile journeys this message have walked.This night the message is discomforting.
It fights with vigour for escape.
I was up late on my bed
The same bed that puts me to sleep
The bed that invites me to rest
The bed that convinces me to forget unfinished task and rest
The bed with the magic to infect with the virus of forgetfulness for a moment
Is the same bed making me remember the message’s violence
Dreaming wild dreams and thinking wild thoughts
Opened-eye dreams
Plenty dreams
All about one figure.
When will be sleep time?
Having communion in my mind with you
I see you close though you are afar off.
In my heart I hear a voice singing your name.
The song wasn’t harmoniously great but lyrically strong.
The lyrics of the song preach truth.
It says I love you.
I fight against the thoughts with all strength
I knew I would lose the fight.
Nothing in my hands I bring.
Simply to your heart I come
Holding love in my heart.
Love looking for a place in your love
It’s homeless love
Homeless yet not hopeless
Hopeful for a place in your heart.
At your heart’s door I keep sounding the same words of old
I love you.
http://selormcharles.blogspot.com/
Dedicated to the lady I admire secretly

SPECIAL THANKS TO:
1. RICHARD RYE YAO BAKU
2. ABIGAIL FORSON ALISON

Bubbling within, smiling without
Wearing silk of Egypt on all the wounds
Presenting on the stage what I suffer them to see
They read the front stage and say it's me
Only if they'd have a breakthrough of the stage,
Raise the curtains and see what's my make
My audience and fan base would shrink

Singing like a nightingale and mourning like a young widow
Chest out to prove strength and heart buried in woes
With glory smeared on the sorrows
We're taught to be gentle in wrath
So like a star, my role I act
But the conflict between self and script is so sharp
If tears were an ocean, there'd be no shore left
No balm seems the ache to soothe
This is my world, yet they have what I give them

The network that makes you work to enrich owners
It can allow you create personal space too large to fill
It ***** time and you n'ere know it
Keeping your fingers busy and eyes fixed
Feasting on the newest and reviewing the oldest

Suggesting closeness to them that live miles away
Keeping you worlds away from them around you
Smiling, crying, angry and depressed for the unknown
Caring less, annoyed by and disregarding kin to be popular to the world unknown

This network illuminates and misleads, connects and disconnects
Builds the world away and destroys the one here
It sells much folly and offers little wisdom
It is a world outside our world
Very social yet asocial

The best remains our desire but the fire that sends our feet and hands to the worst keeps burning
Sometimes, our hearts get connected to the holies, but from nowhere an asp lets in a venom drop
We train our minds and hearts to be fit soldiers for His army but then we quit once the snares invite
We almost cried the other day to be saved from this wretched cloak of a body but we seem to love it too
The battle remains fierce the more we choose to keep moving up,
A forward step is met with the threat to quit moving,
The desire to give in seems foolishly reasonable,
We dwell there and deem progress arduous,
The highway robber grabs our joys,
He plants a fast-growing seed,
A seed of fear,
It crowds all our self-worth and faith and teaches us that we can’t do right.
Who will answer with an arm strong enough to slay this liar?

They are a heartless population who depend on us,
They ate the eggs, chewed the meat, drank the palm oil and left our young malnourished,
They drank our wine but failed to give us water,
When I think of how the gods depend on us, I feel more god than them,
With their powers, they never move without our aid and never eat till we feed them,
These are gods that are spoken to, never hear and never talk back,
We see them but their eyes are closed and their ears deaf to our plights,
When their priests bring their supposed messages, it is wrath and curse with no blessing.
These gods have no peace and so offer none,
Anytime we looked up to them, our hearts remain restless and our minds peaceless,
Can they give what they don't have?
Because they were carved from our finite thoughts, they are limited in power and exploits.
They **** but never give life,
Are they gods who can't make?
Are they gods when they can't forgive?
They never wrote to us, so we never knew how to please them; yet they accused us,
That's why we left them behind when the God who was LOVE called us.
His light outshone their dark ills, cleansed our stained selves and offered us peace and Hope.
I present to you Jehovah.

It's freaky late
We feign ate
Boring chats we're eating
With boredom as the spice
Hoping tomorrow would be pay day
I'd say no more
Only than i'm a second banana

That thought
,
Thought of being a second banana
Not to any other but the one i dream
l stopped dreaming and saw reality
T'was real life with bad breathe

Before your heart over comes your mind
And another's being captures your thoughts
When pictures are seen with love-lense,
Who earns your love deserves your respect
Know it!

When partiality grows and you accept she's best
A beast chooses another beast as best being,
The rigid part of you begins to know emotions
And you feel complete when she's near
Regard your standards before the final choice
Forget it Not!

She's my love not because she lacks flaws
She activates my best so for her I'd fall
With her, life's all day and never comes night
That moment when even you become a poet!
Still get time to reason or pray
Be not Misled!

I'm adamant though you paint her black
You don't have to understand my choice;
Thus you say and hold her dear
And you're armed to teeth against  unwanted counsel
In all, remember others have travelled that road
Listen To Wisdom!

A reptile just grew out of nothing
In a forest of dried leaves
The parents somewhat weren't at the delivery
Lonely homeless introduction of the young

The harsh world's pressing ******* its tender flesh
Too young to fight but young enough to be hungry
How do you eat in the animal's world without strength?
The old are a sleeping so it crawls their cave in
For the first hunting try out

In search of just little enough to train his toothless mouth
The snakes wiggle and hissed around
The traffic lights of the forest was red
Unsafe driving it is to venture out

He knew no rules of the game and so jumped uproad
Nobody to warn that the cracklings sound nice,
But are deadly!
A venture for a meal turns the baby to a meat!

Her palm is rough and soles of her feet cracked,
Her waist so stiff, yet strong,
Bending and rising beneath the sun's blows,
Yet her smiles as wide as a queen's,

Always adorned in tattered fabric 'graced with daily sweat'.
She didn't love it, but she must do it;
Waking to meet another beautiful day of 'peanut hunt'.
She has many mouths and hopes looking up to her,

Almost like a curse, she must hurt alone to give them joy.
Her labour yields much but she earns only peanuts.
Pruning, spraying, harvesting and processing all year,
Only to share at a loss with the powerful men.
She can't quit this trade though she hates it.

She does all, not to free her self,
But to grant her seeds a break from the curse;
That old foe - poverty always before her,
Tho uncertain her seeds would make her proud,
She never returns home till the day's work is done.

The title the coward knows is won by commitment to fear
Fear to die to self and be humble to a greater truth than himself
The coward finds for himself solace that travels not beyond himself
He's too scared to trust power greater than what was placed in him

The origin of his power is the truth he has continuously rejected
He knows he's not the greatest yet would not believe there's a greater One
Rushing through life with no desire for the Light
The coward leaves bare his broad chest and begins a muscle show in the dark
Burning others, burying his glory and hurting himself with the pain he hopes to bring some gain to his name

But this coward must not end the day without seeing the light
With every step he nears gently the end with no hope to win
The light keeps waving and yelling for him to yield
This coward must be brave amidst his fierce tears to change his woes
The strongest, skillful, boldest and wisest of men would fail at the end
Unless they accept they're frailty and cleave to His might and Perfection
The bravest knows his woes and calls for help

Eyes met, thoughts grew and hopes fueled
A seed of you found place in the heart of mine
With no nurturing, but tortured and starved
This seed like all others is expected to sprout, burn and see death
But it went on lasting, growing and always maturing

Saline Injections and Misoprostol pills failed to claim life from this fetus
Unlike lust, this seed of love lasts
Amidst your smiles, frowns or mean treats, growth rate stays same
It gains weight and waits to be born
Delayed birth, fast growth is the hope of this unborn child in me
In case you doubt it, it is still unaborted!

With how sharp and deep you pierce, I'm sure you must have the sharpness and height of Goliath's spear.

No matter how many horrorful stories about you are told, nobody understands it until they have a personal feel of you.

Even when we tell them how we feel when you hit us, we remain the only ones who know how it feels to be crushed

You are almost like death - unknown until we cross the line.

Blessed are those who never met with you. But I wonder how much they would know about this life without an encounter with you.

Maybe every young man and woman must meet you sometime because if they choose well, they'd not leave bitter but better.

When you pass through a life,  it feels like drinking a full keg of cold liquor mixed  with broken glass pieces and more

Even chocolates are tasteless and love poems become meaningless once you arrive.

Your power can **** love, hope and joy and leave those who believed in them with momentary emptiness.

Though you once in a while  give the hint that you'd be passing, you mostly come unexpectedly to do your worst.

You are like the night that replaces the sun and feels our eyes with tears so we can't see the stars of night.

You see, those who are dead know they are dead but those whose hearts are broken never know exactly what it is they are going through.

Broken hearts don't heal, even when they come together, the scar remains like a tribal mark under makeup.

In a world presenting a hoisted  stage for our acts,
Surrounded by huge uninvited audience,
Pleasing all the audience would mean a total disregard for your script, That is disobeying your programs Director.
The desire to amuse audience is great
But greater is the need to not forget the script from the Director
Remember because He recruited you into His crew,
He owns the right to question your performance after all the play is done

Somewhere within my me beyond me I found Reason
Reason in Season to accept I was Weak
Weak and unable to secure Tomorrow
Tomorrow unknown beyond my doom
Doom inherited at Birth
The birth that landed me into Hopelessness
Hopeless till I accepted my state
My state was a fate of damnation
****** in the dungeon unbreakable

Like a freed slave I smiled when I met the KING...

The wall was walking and the rivers stopped flowing,
Life stopped and the rocks grew bigger,
But the dead beats of my heart told me I was alive.
Nobody was speaking and only ghosts were murmuring from afar,
I was still in yesterday when tomorrow bypassed me.
My keys failed to unlock my doors and my loads grew heavier.
My dreams went behind me and failure beckoned from before me


To run didn't seem wise; my limbs seemed to fail me,
Even if they hadn't failed, to where do I run?
For the door remained locked and the keys still useless.
Quitting seemed wise, but the voices of my numberless dependents cried;
So I looked on them, smiled at them to give them hope
Then I turned, walked and cried my heart out unending,
My lips seemed sealed but my heart spoke to my God

It's here, a world built around the screens and inspired by the graphics.
These kinda lovers are always in neat clothes and eat good food.
They know all the antics and vocabulary of love and find no trouble imagining it(they never live it though).
The well-built and rich guy marries the cutest girl.
Weddings cost the wealth of a nation and last in movies forever but in reality, for only 9 days .
The passion and love of movie love is so strong BUT  very fragile that it breaks before the morrow.

The world of friends has never been devoid of conflicts.
They just choose to place more value on their friendship than the conflicts.
When they share with each other, it is not because they have so much,
But because they learned that group joy exceeds personal happiness.
Friends know how to live alone, but understand that people need people.
Friends don't agree on everything but they move together anyways.
They decide to see the needs of each other as theirs
By time, they'd feel and move to ensure the best of the friendship together.
Friends do not ignore the value of the investments their friends make for the sake of the friendship.
To ignore what your friend does for the friendship and refuse to make a personal commitment to invest in it is an act that kills the friendship.
Facebook.com/Selorm Charles Deku

The unnatural hunger for knowledge we picked,

Knowledge hunt in which we lose self,

Embracing the being offered by books,

Such a pursuit it is.

We harvest what they plant and rarely plant ours,

It’s a world teaching that knowledge is out there,

Knowledge that needs a refining,

The search keeps growing.

The newest and seeming sound knowledge,

Once researched may be refuted,

We’re rare successes in our job,

Right today, disproved before the morrow.

When counter-evidence makes our knowledge void,

Our fat egos get hurt and deflated,

But by our oath, we accept defeat,

But then we begin other searches.

Hopefully, we’d die before they find out,

That we were false academic prophets,

Like how we fought the ghosts of those gone,

May they continue our ghosts to fight unending.

IF U LOOK INTO MY EYES, YOU'D SEE A NICE MAN.
MY SMILES SAY EVERYTHING IS FINE.
WHEN I WALK, YOU'D SEE A CONFIDENT YOUNG MAN.
MAYBE WHEN I SING YOU'D LOVE IT.
BUT WHEN YOU RAISE MY SHIRT, YOU'D SEE THE BRUISES
IF U KNEW MY STORY, YOU'D KNOW MY SMILES ARE FOR A THERAPY
YOU WOULD KNOW I WALK THE WAY I DO JUST TO STAMP DOWN THE PIERCING PINS OF LIFE.
I ONLY SING BECAUSE NOBODY WOULD LISTEN IF I  JUST TALKED

You asked me to stand strong.
That I ground my foot to earth,
But how firm can my weak limbs hold on to these slippery grounds?

You asked me not to shed tears.
That I hold back my tears and be a man,
But for how long can the weak walls of eyelids hold back the stormy seas of tears from flowing out?

You said, I must show myself a man.
That what I feel always be faked,
But for how long can I fake strength and show might that I don't have?

Can I ask? Is it wrong?
To cry, admit weaknesses and seek help?
Must I always act unhurt, happy and strong even when I'm hurt, crying and weak?