Trapped in the tough cage of emotion
Wallowing deep in the quag of the notion
Of a past that clings to the shoes of my esteem
Something that troubles for she hasn't left him
Like she did me at a time I thought forever a joke
Of a distance we were bound to reach if we maintained the walk
I wallow in the violent rivers springing from inside
Spilling blood of unrequited passion which I can't hide
A passion that corrodes the weak walls of my heart
Each time I realise she lied right from the start
Struggling to break the heavy slabs of desire
Regretting the moment I blinked and landed in fire

With the art of art her image was tattooed on his heart
Tough times of times, waiting the bell of hope's chimes
A year in years the poor soul was reduced to tears
Drunk beers and beers repelling loneliness amidst his peers
Height after height albeit gained he might
Rather than light and lighter heavier felt his plight
Where lay romantic words and words was a mound of shards
Once beautiful ballades and ballads,melancholic songs of birds
Lips once wet and wet from kisses of love dried with hate
But date after date he conceded all were a Heartbreak too late
For he made friend and friend but all loves did end
Desire a trend and fire to fend but he could no longer bend
Tale after tale he finally saw life was no fairytale
And hail and hail though World could be heaven, his was a hell
A lesson learnt and learnt after he'd touched and burnt
He swore and swore upon his big Heart she tore
No matter the want for ****, he'd keep his **** in his pant
Which was woe and war,he'd later admit all's fair in love and war

Treasure every breath you make
It could be the last you take
Treasure the lake, sail the sea
Little beauty left in the world to see
Treasure even the stranger by the boulevard
You just can't tell the much that person's endured
Treasure the road even if you doubt where it leads
For the beautiful scar,a wound bleeds
Treasure the clear sky and the clouds when they come
It's not everyday we go through storms and find calm
Treasure the dusk as darkness creeps in at nightfall
As you treasure the Sunrise treasure the fall
Treasure the trees even after they've lost their leaves
Treasure kindness like everyone gives
Treasure humanity like all other species don't matter
Treasure every person and treasure the latter
Treasure the world as family probably we might find peace
Treasure all the time you spend like the cash you borrow
Treasure yourself like you cherish that first kiss
Treasure Today like there's never gonna be a tomorrow

Everything is a poem, the joy and the hurt
Everything is a story, the bitter end or the start

I'll live my life till my last breath
After which I'll die none's but my death

I lost my phone,I lost me and I lost her number
Sad it was a great friendship but it couldn't last till December
*So addicted to losing that I no longer feel the pain
I cannot wait, I believe I will lose someone again

Whirling waves, heavy storms
Sad sailors missing their homes
No star in the sky,nor hope in their sigh

Sipping through the thick
Canopy ploughed the light
From the moon that night

If only there were 1000 letters in the Alphabet
I wouldn't fail to find 5 to explain my affection for you I bet

The ugly side of beauty
Is the dark side of light
Blowing hot and cold
Feeling young and old
The soft ground in the sky
Is the truth of the lie
Without magic in the wand
Or footprints in the sand
Flowers never grow until we water
Even winter could feel hotter
Past could be the future you want
And the future a past to haunt
There are days we look to the blind
For guidance in finding those left behind
In joy we grieve, in death we live
We remember to forget when we can't forget to remember
How we were stabbed in the back
Somebody placed bullets in chamber
And we heard the click bid us hard luck
We saw dark days and nights day bright
Matured to realize we were wrong to believe we were right
Times when we were forced to see straight in a bend
To have hope there's a Genesis in the end
We hopelessly hanged on to shreds and feeble threads
Lacking the luxury of a cut camouflaging in dreads
Stuck together as we fell apart
Holding "us" close and warm at heart
Whilst we searched this world for a paradise
For all was perception of pictures from our eyes
And the world was a Hell
A Mute's story to tell

Where did the words go
Where did all the poetic sentences go
The descriptions about how I feel
How the river of my Soul went still
How the Ocean of my heart can no longer be sailed
How my innocent emotions were jailed
Where are the sonnets that stole my sadness
Where are the songs that saved me from madness
Where are the stars that twinkled in the sky of my faith
Where's the warm breeze that characterized my breath
Where are the couplets that were perfect outlets
Where are the quatrains that filled my sensory pamphlets
Where are the dawns of the promise that someday I will heal
Where is the time I wrote to ****
Where is the love in every corner of this sphere
Where I'm I and why I'm I here
Where is the mountain of my philosophical perspiration
Where're the blissful springs of inspiration
Where is the pan gram to use all the alphabet in describing situations
Where are the rhythmical villanelles of my unanswered questions?

I finally dumped the blue slim tie
For I attempting to be a gentleman's a lie
I won't stifle my neck again till I die
I can tell by the relief in my sigh

I refuse to endure sweating in the suit
And I even dumped my boiler coat
Being inside that place was ****** hot
And the Texas Ranger boots hurt my foot

When you cannot afford to look back to where you started
Yet you cannot contemplate forgetting that they once cared
When the ache hurts worse than the day you parted
And you lost the warmth and complements you once shared

When the melancholy in your bones is fracturing
Whatever little piece of hope you tended in your marrow
When the best memories you are re-capturing
Digs into your flesh and stings harder than a poisoned arrow

When you realize you are more shattered than you thought
With septic wounds which glare like they won't heal
Because you never looked for cure when you should have sought
And you realize that  your virtues is what they did steal

When you want to believe you can happen again
Because you need to string that bow to share your pain

I am not afraid
Of fighting the big battles,
But healing when wounded

My family and friends wanted to hear the story of how I knew she was the one
How after decades of solitude I realized my heart was strung
And calmly surrendered my freedom, something I treasured
To be tightly chained to the manacles of her affection and to her care be tethered
Their anxious faces like football fans awaiting their team's glory
Betrayed the thirst that made them yearn for the wine of my love story
But when I started the story, I didn't simply skip to the end
Standing on the altar facing my samaritan, my Angel friend
I told them how it all started, by the birth of an innocent
In hard times when the parents hadn't a single cent
I told them the whole **** boring story with an intent
Of letting them realize finding the one isn't a single night's event
But a lifetime commitment of trials and temptations
Of broken dreams, nightmares and hallucinations
I wanted to tell them that a life story isn't about pen and imagination
For finding that one true person is a race of close contention
I told them about the many who came along and left
Leaving me in the mire of melancholy and despair
Trying to fix the shards of my shattered heart and have it kept
I told them of how I had to breathe even after losing those who were my air
I also confessed the fact that the one showed up after my surrender
And re-ignited a love life that was just a rotten ember
Dumped in the jungle of my past amongst the many termites of break ups
Break ups more exasperating than endless hicups
Yet when I met her it was as obvious as obvious
That because heaven had lost an Angel it was less joyous
I revealed the struggle for words and inadequate air in my lungs
The trembling hallo that feared it might receive a goodbye
They heard the whole **** story till the point we locked tongues
Where I thought it would end but surprisingly it hadn't
I was filled with pessimism and anticipation for an end that wasn't
Instead of running away all she did was draw me closer to her soul
Saying suffocating me with passion was her only goal
Much as it took me long trusting a person, at hallo I trusted her with my heart
Not because I knew she would lead me to joy but because she was worth any hurt
She was the fitting piece of the puzzle right from the start
Someone who only cherished me the more she saw my dirt
And ensured that every time she bathed me in her cuddle
She cast the light of satisfaction upon my shadow
I admitted she wasn't the real dream I always wanted
But at least she freed me from nightmares that had me haunted
I would have said much much and much more
Like how I never believed I'd find someone to adore
But I discovered there's something I loathe more than a hicup
And that is because before I could finish my story I woke up

The foot paths are no longer small because I walk them solo
As the wild flowers are wilting in revolt of your absence
I dropped from the high to ocean bottom low
But I'll just keep acting like I second your renaissance

Days which were brief in your presence are suddenly longer
With every minute circumventing slower than a year
But boredom doesn't **** so I'm masking myself to look stronger
Painfully bleeding inside and soaking my heart with every tear

Because we once spent the hours and days together
Listening to your favorite songs and sniffing at wild flowers
Besides promising we'd be two together forever
Playing in the storm,tramping on fallen petals of April showers

The birds now sing to the weighed down beat of my heart
Attempting to stitch every cut from the broken glass of we falling apart

One side of my life is alive, the other is dead
I'm walking down the road trying to upgrade
Half of me is in a light but there's darkness in my head
I can do nothing though I pity those going days without bread
While the haves just flip through those pages I've read
They never see the floods and slides cause they read about business till their eyes' red
A part of me believes that I will make it through
Yet the louder part really doubts that is true
All I've done since is cease every opportunity by the beard
Because they claim he is bald behind
Worked my finger to the bone to be kind
For besides failure, there's nothing else I've much feared
Albeit the motor of my courage keeps breaking soon as its geared
You cannot guess the number of times I ain't cried when my eyes are teared

Take it from the racer, take it from a chaser
Take it from a player or pick it from the game
Take it from the greater, even from the lesser
Yes you might be better, but you might miss a lesson

Part of me gave up sometime back, the other says hard luck
I cannot swim across that ocean, not even like the ducks
I've seen less illumination and more of the dark
My road is filled with mud puzzles,once or twice I stuck in that muck
I struggle to survive, I'll hustle till the day I arrive
I'm like the worlds most wanted, karma wants me dead
But life thinks that's fair so she wants me alive
Unless I hit the canvas I won't throw the gauntlet
I might lack tributaries, I won't run out of faith through doubt outlet
All doors seems closed, I know there's one that got me here
The race is getting tougher so the finishing line should be near
Sometimes the sky is cloudy, sometimes It's clear
Some days I'm stressed without a solution, sometimes It's bear
Yeah

Take it from racer, take it from a chaser
Take it from a player or pick it from the game
Take it from the greater, even from the lesser
Yes you might be better, but you might miss a lesson

Started with hanging posters on my bedroom walls
to battle rapping for status up in the school halls
just call me double sushi thought I was too raw
and hip hop was my home, I had my shoes off
6'3 in high school I skipped the hoop dream
if I don't blowup then maybe I'll try the school thing
I went to college to do my family a favor
but I couldn't pick a major cause I wanted to be ma-jor
I tried selling work, but it didn't work.
so I worked - shoppers seen a clerk, fi'n go berserk
lunch break seen me writing 16's over micky dee's
skipping class making beats over 60 keys
and I love it even though I'm just chasing
selfish ambition couldn't tell your boy naything
watch out all you rappers cause they filling Lecrae in
but I was sleeping on the sun like the 'days inn'
and you could have the money, and you could have the fame.
but me I want the glory, I'm living for the name
see life is just a picture, I see outside the frame
I'm living for the kingdom, and I ain't of the same
yeah, and I'ma chase that. I'ma I'ma chase that
found the key to life and best believe that I'ma plate that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
ugh, I remember chasing the green feeling blue
only check I'm counting is the mic check (1, 2)
all I wanted was the money and the fame and the new
somebody on my arm when I walk inside the room
all I wanted was doomed, the same kind Alexander the great felt
when the earth ran out of room
he conquered all he could but yet he still was consumed
by this never-ending quest for glory he couldn't fuel
like a typical fool I would go hard - shooting for the moon
but there's only one Son, no co-star.
chasing glory I shouldn't own,
stead of living to make His name known I'm running after His throne.
I thought being on TV where everybody could see me
was nothing short of the easiest way I could see to please me
I'll never be who I used to desperately want to be,
I'm too worried bout the Lord getting credit instead of me
and you could have the money, and you could have the fame.
but me I want the glory, I'm living for the name
see life is just a picture, I see outside the frame
I'm living for the kingdom, and I ain't of the same
yeah, and I'ma chase that. glory chase that
found the key to life and best believe that I'ma plate that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
I used to wanna do it big.
when you're only focused on yourself - that's small
and they, they used to tell me as a kid
that I could do anything that I wanted cept fall
and now that I recall, I was chasing my goals
and every time I caught em they multiplied into more
I never even thought about whether the Lord approved
call it selfish ambition I call it "I'm making moves"
but history repeats itself, evil's what it is
cause lucifer was cast away for doing what I did
created by the God that spoke the earth into existence
instead of chasing the Father's glory he was chasing his
he lies to us all, told Adam he could ball
"why you following God when you can go get it all?"
I tell you what's better, or better yet worse.
chasing your own glory while doing the Lord's work,
so holla if it hurts, but we were made for greater
our greatest satisfaction is making His name famous
so if we're never named among the greatest,
they don't critically acclaim us,
ain't nothing to be ashamed of we gave it up for the savior!
I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that
and the Lord's goodness you should you should taste that
and you ain't living till you're living for His name
glory I'ma chase that, I'ma I'ma chase that

Piercing through the air seeped the mist
Dragging along memories long forgotten
Thoughts of the many opportunities missed
And haunting truths that were never spoken

Stabbing down earth splashed the rain
In a terrifying storm that only washed the tears
But never could that storm cleanse the pain
Stirred by the agony of losing dears

Glancing through the half closed door
I see leaves struggle to hold to their stalk
Contemplating the loss of everyone I adore
Wishing I could have another chance to talk

The rain, the pain, the storm far from home
All inside is frozen, only my thoughts roam

When you're feeling so low all you got to do is remember He'll comfort you
And when the storms are tough, call on His name,they'll calm for you
For when you were to die for your sins, He died for you
Overcame temptation till the day that He rose for you
Yeah, He died for you, He rose for you, and when you feeling alone He'll comfort you
He died for you, He rose for you, planning another voyage to come for you

They say a good love story takes years to write
Mine's perfect for It's taking God centuries
Like all the masterpieces in documentaries
Though the waiting just doesn't feel right

They say time heals wounds, what heals scars
The bruises are gone but with time passage
Only the painful scars occasionally keep me in the bars
In the name of reinforcement and finding courage

They say before meeting your princes charming
You have to surrender your lips and kiss some frogs
But what if she too is out there kissing toads
Hopelessly battling to have faith, and yearning?

Why cannot we just meet on the very first page
When our hearts are still brimful with faith and are whole?
Why cannot soul mates just find each other at that age
When they are so willing to give it their all?

My love story must be so amazing even to the Author
So much so that He is probably afraid of publishers
One might think sane ladies should fall for Shakespeare and Chaucer  
But guess what? Some of us are but the all time wishers

They say a good story is one that takes years to pen
So someday I'll happily move  out the singles lane
Probably even the shards'll fix themselves back together
Maybe there's a story being carefully written with a frail quail Feather

There are times, like a bee life's got to sting
When we look in the wild and only thorns we see
Deaf to the beautiful songs the Nightingale will sing
We weren't taught how to swim yet this life is a Sea
Sometimes we wish its just a song that'll beautifully come to end
Yet it keeps playing on and flowing like a river or stream
We try to fit in for emotional safety but succeed in failing to blend
We pray for an escape as we silently scream
Can you tell the difference between reality and fiction?
Is never forgiving time and stopping to believe a crime?
Is it a fault to render it an unfair jurys Diction?
Isn't that similar to forcing every poem to rhyme?
There's a song that we sung when we still hoped
And our shattered hearts still sing even if our mouths stopped

Well sometimes you realize that its on your own **** that the flies survive
And on it the cockroaches and other species are alive
Sometimes you learn that though you wish life was a fairy tale
Even it isn't cinderrella's your ****** story's all you want to tell
Some things get your eyes open and bloom gratitude
From knowing that you have earned great wisdom from Hozitude
Some people will always think they are young once
But believe me you there's always younger in every chance you have to dance
So once people throw dirt on you, just grow beautiful flowers
And when they **** on you, think of it as April showers
For with time like me you'll come to realize the moments you cry
Are the funniest stories and funkiest poems to write
You would do anything at some age, including telling God a lie
Just to have an opportunity of going back to re-try it
Some day you will know that while on the wrong roads
Like Soul, some people encounter their salvation
And satisfaction even without getting all the answers to their questions
Yes...some day, something will steal all the loads
And the funny thing is when the loneliness is gone, even a little bit
You realize that it was great company and you miss it
Sometimes you find yourself stuck in a life that's practically a torment
But hey, there's always a purpose for the joy and hurt of every moment

Yeah, I'm at a point where I'm handicaped by fear
When stimulant sadness clogs my eyes but can't shed a tear
A point when I'm afraid of both the future and my past
Feeling tethered to bad karma,feeling cursed
Stuck in this minute with the clock ice paused
On the fringes of life where all doors are closed
And heated so that not even opportunity can dare knock
Seated in the quiet of the noisy silence watching the clock
Frozen to a single moment yet seasons are ticking
And there're signals that rest of the world's moving on I'm picking
I'm living like a ghost that died a million years ago
One whose owner ailed of an incurable syndrome pride
A disease born of a blood ******* vector called ego
One from which the wondering soul's holder died
I'm at a point when I ask myself why I was born
When It's clear I have to work my fingers to the bone
But not even myself can get me to my feet to start the journey
I'm at crossroads, and I know I have to choose
Because I've got rest of my life at stake, everything to lose
At now, and thing about now is knowing the actual value of having money
I'm at a point when a have to make the big calls, hold or move on
Keep being a cry baby or put the badass pants on
Looking back to the age when I was afraid of Gekkos
And it's how I feel calling out and feedback's my own echoes
I'm at a point where I don't need spectacles to see my mistakes
Yet it still feels like I'm not ready and haven't what it takes

I am afraid of being happy because after its over comes sadness
And I enjoy being sad because I know if I trip I fall in happiness

A world we found naturally beautiful and green
We've painted a variety of taunting colours
So that its bloated with colors to the brim
And there's barely  any green to see, alas!

We found the world ****** raw and pure
Peacefully enjoying and willing to share
***** and infected her with ails we can't cure
And in return world stopped to care

Now we fight each other everyday that goes by
We build neat roads and she sends quakes
To reveal truth hidden beneath the roofs of our lies
She kills the flowers of our hypocrisy by storms and by flakes

We exist at crossroads and all we do is feign remorse
We nail the world, only to find ourselves on that very cross

If only my purpose was curved in clay
So that I would know what lies ahead
And charge for it without wavering or delay
Hurtling through quag of uncertainty with my hope dead

If only I had a manual on how to navigate this sea
To avoid the waves or to battle them all harder
If only every opportunity was clear enough for me to see
And make out the one to seize and the one to ******

Yes, sometimes a life of not knowing what awaits
Not knowing when the ocean of life will be calm
And when to hit the waters and peacefully plant our baits
***** for we cannot predict who we ultimately become

Boring is the story whose end is clear from the start
But reading such once in a while wouldn't hurt

There goes innocence on wings of time
There hides conscience betwixt winds of crime
There rushes we on clouds of despair
There litters Hearts shattered beyond repair
There burns fear for those we loved ain't hear
There dies care for it gave us pain we can't bear
There goes the road bending here and winding there
There speaks the mind blinding and begging us to dare
There sublimes today like it actually never happened
Like strengthless wilting petals that seemingly never opened
There goes years we wasted swimming in tears
There lies the much we've wastefully spent drowning in beers
There goes our patience we thought we controlled
There we are gathering no moss for over and over we've rolled
There goes life into tombs of ourselves under high hills of a lost cause
There we are we who've swam our strength away without finding the shores
There crawls dead men moving under command of their destiny
There we are breathless and tired but we cannot mutiny

On petals of roses slid the rain drops after the storm
It was so lonely and the winter cold badly stung
All she wished for was another chance to be home
While somewhere in the wild a seemingly sad Nightingale sung
The variagated cloudy lining adjacent to a pink horizon
Held so much promise that after her storm there'd be a rainbow
That she would find her way out those concrete walls to liven
And re-kindle the flame of her life and never stumble
She had seen the roughest storms come and go
Witnessed the birds in the wild struggle to survive
She had thrown tantrums till time forced her to grow
To the realization she'd eventually safely arrive
To a promising destination, one filled with milk and honey
No matter how rough the road was and length of the journey

Everyday starts with I abandoning a beautiful dream
Waking up and getting to face the ugly realities
Every morning all light seems bright as a beam
Till my eyes ultimately embrace the eventualities
I wasn't built hard, and I'm seldom fit to be described as tough
For I prefer my dreams to facing the facts
For realities are just too rough
And strength and courage are mere acts
I wouldn't have hope in the future if wasn't for the little flicker
Of faith that has always sparked a little glow
In a heart of a climber unfit to be a hiker
Yet being forced by nature to grow
So the thing I hate about dawn is bothering my sleep
And such hate is sadly rooted so deep