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Playgrounds turn to battlefields
as our children grow into children
who **** children
and it's always us vs them
as sneakers filling with sand
turn into boots filling with blood
but blood is cheap
and easy to make
the less we educate
the more likely our babies
will make babies of their own
while they are still babies
so take away birth control and information
and it doesn't have to be safe ***
as long as they keep getting pregnant
consensual or ****
lets keep that fetus safe
we need new feet to keep marching
to keep those old war drums banging
late into the night
to keep our enemies hating
on what we do because
they just don't get our idea
of what it means to be cool
it's live by our cross
or die by our sword
in the might of the dollar
and the words printed on every coin
we know we're always right
so military or civilian just bomb them all
and let god sort them out
because blood is cheap
and the dollar needs
  more
    more
      more
of that beautiful thing we call war
My recklessness for your calm nature...
My smooth skin for yours, like the hair of sheep
My confusion for your conviction
My doubt for your trust
My mischief for your calm chatter

Most importantly,
Me for You

and then I awake,
achieving none as i planned,
stagnant.

as i approach dreamland again,
I slowly wish my stubborn heart would listen

"dreaming it feels better than reality"
it deceives me.
but I know better.
slowly i drift
I see them,
while i try to cross these busy streets
parading their armored cars and uniforms
causing a delay in movement

I see them,
marching in lines, parading,
taking instructions in a boy scout manner
robotic movements,
once again blocking the busy streets.

O ye men of war!
charged with the duty of protecting
causing commotion at the same vain
you have become instruments of violence
tools of "saviors" of our economy

they say you're here to maintain peace and order
the only order you obey is bloodthirsty.

OPERATION CROCODILE SMILE  
that is what they call your mission,
elites are relaxed, masses unhappy
I cannot be deceived for I already know

I feel the impending war, the brutality of a leader
the great unrest.
you could just be the cause of war.
I see you as a disguise of civil war
stopping the star of the people from rising

I can only but watch events unfold
for I am but a concerned citizen
OPERATION CROCODILE SMILE Soldiers were deployed to all Niger Delta States in Nigeria to maintain peace and order and liquidize the Biafaran movement. This could be a security measure and also be a ploy. I feel the civil unrest.
25th august, 2016.
   I am not mute; I am one who writes things I feel in a spellbound manner.
I am not dumb; I speak so loud through the words i scribble down.
i am not fragile or mild; i am the bravest man alive. For only thr
bravest dare to write how they truely feel without minding who reads.
I am not full of flaws; I make mistakes so i can learn from it and
rise to a greater hieght.
I am not the villian; I am the hero who seeks to protct you from the
unknown through my words.
I am not the dictator; I am the light to the masses for i am both
leader and slave.
I am not just character and pages; I am creator of a world you live
in through imagination of my pages.
I am not a literary excuse for being a waste to humanity; I am with
gifted hands, holding firm the light of truth and just, directing to
the right path.
I am not just another madman on the streets; I am the most san person
with so many vast interpretations.
i am not a trouble maker or a vagabound with no use; I am just a
peace maker who seeks right what is wrong.
I can exist in times and places I choose to because I am who I am
  I AM A WRITER1
HE
words true as they may seem...harmless as they sound but filled with the uncertainties of an eruption.... HE HATES ME
his sweet and calm calm aura repels against me. His hear bleeds because of me, his mind curses the day we met. His head reject memories of me. HE HATES ME
I who once brought joy and happiness, once created laughter and peace of mind, now turned to an object of spite! pleading with a face covered with shame and a body so worthless.
I lost focus on what's important and like a reckless driver, I lost direction. I hope my actions won't make him same. I hope my unfaithfulness doesn't drive a man with a good heart away. I hope it doesn't lead him astray. For then, I wouldn't be able to live with myself.  HE MATES ME.
LAMENTATIONS
Sometimes, we as humans feel displaced or rather out of place. We feel we aren't where we are meant to be. Through some actions, reactions, interpretations we loose our essence. We question our existence and even more: deny ourselves of life. So many of us feel down. We begin to see our inability as a disability.
  There has got to be more to life! Than chasing out every temper, person, vibe you ever had to satisfy the present. The more we keep sitting down, thinking about wanting more from life, time escapes us. We go in, we go out and now we're half way out the door just searching for something that's missing.
Finally, after much thoughts, I found a solution. If we feel we don't fit into the world we see, we should learn to erase that mindset and create our own world were we don't feel out of place. Create a space where you get to breathe out the world's harshness and inhaled a sweet serene environment just the way you like it.
In this new world which we create for ourselves, we get to become better persons and realise that every other person who perfectly maintains his sanity created a world for himself. Find that which gives you inner peace. That which delights you. Find inspiration. Find motivation. Find yourself.
i am all but confused
My shadowy thooughts dance under the rain while a part of basks in sunlight.
I am all but empty
I claim satifaction with an all rounded sense of hungered.
i am all but vain
I bath in my glory yet to be proven to mankind

Where does my motivation and depression come from?
i fear that i canot tell.. a pity
In love i am tenderly caressed but with fleeting values
In bitterness, i am a wounded lioness seeking revenge,
hurt but with a focus.

I am tempted to ask myself,
where does thy motivation come from?
From the posionous romance of shakespeare?
From words abouts the sullen hull?
From temptations of the daffodils?
From the pain thst lurks therein?
From the sweetness of nature's gift?

Sadly, as i reminisce my past inspirations
I who was oce dull, tentatively recall the forms in which they came
From the bitterness and Sweetness of my heart.
I broke a painted *** that was a picture of me.
Then tried to glue it back together.
Piece by piece.
But try as I might,
I could not fix it.
I could not repair myself.
Cracks remained with wide gaps.
A little triangular piece was put in a random spot.
It just didn't fit.
The *** is finished...
but now cracked...
imperfect.
I could not repair it.
I could not fix myself.
But then...
a candle was put inside.
And a beautiful miracle shone
before my eyes.
A lovely, gentle light glowed forth
between the cracks.
Just like the Light of God...
the treasure within...
shines out through my brokenness.
I am a cracked ***,
made even more beautiful,
by God's Light shining through my cracks.
My imperfections.
My brokenness.
I am a vessel...
broken...
cracked...
for His Glory.
They say a picture is worth
A thousand words
But without the words
And stories behind it

A picture is meaningless


-Hadrian Veska
That crazy little thing. 
Have you ever been so attracted to someone that you can't even fully look at them. 

Not like you can't look at them like glance at them but you can't rely look at them. For when u pass at just even near them the connection is so strong, so deep that you feel as if everything moves in slow motion for the fear of the electricity sparking and making a new current. 

Eye contact is literally so dangerously impossible for the fear of exposing your soul's window and the curtain being left opened has made you tangled and enraptured so vulnerably not only lost in your transparency but also in how willing you are to be seen and to see the deepest most intense free side of someone. 
Have you ever had a small chance to be with this person. Where all the intimacy of souls and the electrical current could have been placed to start a fire that would have burned for energy and warmth. But instead of being the carpe to the diem you waited and avoided and lost that moment.
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