Corny Insomnia thought at 11:34 pm

In time like this very one, muse is mind in wonder and with that, it will ponder of yesterdays decisions. But tomorrows beginnings provide the hope.. I have not visited my oasis in a while and yet on the day I do, it takes form in a beautiful confusion. 

CORNY EXCUSE MAYBE BUT MY TRUTH

Hold me frantic child

Daughter of old land, love me wild.

Let me be your touche and cliches

We started a tale of maybe and why not

Scribe each day in memories please

Scare each phase in heart with ease

Mold me drastic child 

Throw out your ex files

Let me show you why you should smile

Not frown.

Create our own memories and why not?

I will love you gently child

I miss you

Click on this Corny Link

Its 5:15am and its Breakfast

You had me unwrapping while I,

Had sleep in my eye , 

butter spread while I 

Cream both layers.  

Dripping edge has me licking lips. 

Black coffee on gentle sips.

Time you popping hot and up like my french toast that you are. 

Scramble away, curl and toss, sizzle and stick.

Honey trickle as i dip each break. mmmm

I will slice you orange, cherry and strawberry.

You are good. A fine morning guaranteed.

QUIET

Hello World, its been a while since my total honesty patched us together. I left for a minute but I guess I can say am back. I am listening to a song which lasts a minute and twenty-two seconds by Dre Kay. The title is the reason for this very blog post.

I guess by now, if you are actually reading from this blog, you will notice, I do not write anything than my woven thoughts on a subject in poetry, but what do I do when I am listening to poetry? Write poetry inspired by it or the feeling generated by my fixated mind on the lyrics? This time i choose the lather.

The song is playing through this headphone which by the way isn't a Bose, Sony, Monster Beats, or any other high earning headphones. Before I delve into my reasons for wanting to share this, I will tell you how I came about the song. An amazing woman shared it with me as part of her Bornday Mixtape like she puts it. :) It was included in a birthday dinner invitation she sent out via email and prompted via text messaging. How thoughtful can a human being get.

Now lets get along with it to exposing the vulnerability of my insides triggered by this beautiful mixtape and specifically this very song.

"... i was blazed and amazed 

in ways that had changed 

ways i think about 

the stillness of now 

wind steady blows 

through open windows 

sky so blue 

it pierces through you ..."

This is part of the lyrics of this song. I am a touchy feely type of guy and sentimental at times, but that has nothing to do with anything. Lets continue, a song perfectly describing how I feel is something I call art, especially when they can do it in a minute and twenty two seconds. I feel as though I were floating on whirling wind with each click on the play icon to repeat. The beauty of it for me though is the wind gets bigger with each play and not only that, its not on course to destroy any structure or body but rather clearing a mountain of chaotic thoughts that have manifested themselves into tangibles.

Well, I feel as though, I am not equipping myself with the tool needed to express myself fully. I feel more than just what I have written but I lack the words to actually express it. I hope you get a glimpse of what I was trying to say. The title of the song is QUIET by Dre- Kay. Find it and share your thoughts of it with me or the next person. Thank you DJ Si.

Photo By : Quiet natural beauty photography by Scott Kroeker 

NUMBERS ELEGY

Its all about the numbers now, 99% and the 1%. Where are you and in which category do you belong. Society puts me in with the  99%. I speak my raw emotion from that point of view. I don't hate the 1% though as we all strive to belong there. I just feel we must voice out against those who want to use 99% to increase their 1%.

Have we sold our bloodlines to their gods?

Have we forsaken our truths for their odds?

While our Qi is caged with their sweet tongue nothings?

I have pledged to my seeds that there is a day coming,

Sooner than they perceive.

So I bit your hearts,

Lets read their pamphlets of war

Steal knowledge from their generals while we scrape their boots.

But we sure and aware,

They will call us dogs and everything their conscience will stoop low

Do not be weary

For when we are done, will call to heart and minds to revolt

This revolution will call for papier-mache presidential head figures

Filled with instant tooth decaying sweets

Hang them on electric poles from South to North

We shall beat these pinatas open with stilt of circus men

Feed the content to the dogs that protect their high walls

Then shall we hum our future in the streets

So their decadent lives be known for lack of action.

We will learn warrior songs

Hew down every vile facile of traitorous notion to disturb the peace

Action shall be our place of origin and will unite our bloodlines.

Then when they read of our deeds in their print media

It shall say "People of action stood up to an idea which was not theirs."

I edge you sons and daughters of the sun to be vigilant,

We have seen our father rise from east and set in the west

But the winds are changing

Lets learn from his deeds

Let us shine, Let us rise, doesnt matter from where

Lets just rise.

Skin and Chocolate Dip

Darkness swallowed her beautiful
Called her skin and chocolate dip
Became confident in her on skin
Fixation of sight to voluminous trickle.
Higher heel with natural locked locks
Flow down baby, flow down with ease.
Thigh high with hidden tease
Reach out to your light my dear
And let us see what you wish without fear.

Sunday Morning

 Another shell has broken to birth a new day.
What does Odumankuma have for His fowls?
Not the the slaughter house i hope.
the indigent is also preparing for the house of the priest.
I look from afar
As his baskets of gold are being polished to collect their cowries
the sale of fear and the unknown is corrupted wealth.
And the musing few are now linguists to the real bidders.
League of Extraordinary bullshitters
Praise Onyankupong for revelation.

Worthless Eulogy

This rambling is inspired by this very image from a friends tumblr page : http://adobeapippim.tumblr.com/

These are my coding of running around in search of that light from inside. After going what seemingly full circle, results just seem worst that before? Impossible right? I thought so to. Just share this space with me.

EULOGY? HA!

Here i am again, sorry to have left for so long. You know the life of a gypsy has foot prints everywhere and nowhere. The witches from across the dark valleys were trying to heal my insecurities, but the one eyed Okomfo insisted i attend to my home before i continue on my journey. So here i am.

Is there any reason why i should be here? You have stopped all growth from accepting me. The dwarfs of Yigi rejected Orisha's offer of truce on my behalf. You welcomed me with initiative cloak and leadership cup. Were they just facades for me as though in battle to lure me in?

I have been locked up for three annuals and two moons. I thought you were my oasis? Is insanity your intend for me? You force me to write this message on this mud walls with my bleeding fingers. Did you shackle anyone else in here while i was away? I see writing not mine. An amateur has scribbled their pain also. Am i being delusional? Here i am.

Punishment is uncalled for, Obatala had reason for your headless nature. I thought sharing mine even through time and space will bring you close to humanity. Why do you prove me wrong? Bless me and release me now is my cry.You are giving the infertile men from across the street reason to laugh. Why would you rather i cry when you should be enjoying this momentary return? Marinate these.

Here i am.

KNEE ACHES and RESULT

For the past decade
I am made to know
To go down on my knees to sow
My tears on hard concrete floors
Now its time to grow
Rising throw cracks and molds.

I see red leaves
My eyes just cant believe
Curse or Miracle
Its not even probable
Mind cant conceive
Beige fruits on tree
Only three feet

No need for water
Or even good weather
Only time has grown farther
Yield exotic food of my labor

I will share the seeds
Learn and proceed
With same methods
And you will yield even better feeds

A BROTHERS APOLOGY - I love you lil bro

I look not back cos i felt guilty
Reason clouded my decency
so i acted more stupidly
Should i be the mentor figure to you?
How is that possible, and always acting
a fool
Is all that i seem to be.
Please

I wish i could say it
Even in my apology, i hold back
What?
My tears just my ego feeling sorry
for me
But honestly,
You show me growth and the man
That i should be

Thank you

gOD'S CRY

I spoke to the god with three fingers
I said, owura, grant my four wishes
Life, music, tongue and sex
He pointed one finger at me and said
Listen and music will play
Live and life will come
Two is all i can grant
For you stole one finger
And took two wishes
You cruel child of Gaia
As if that was not enough.
Tongue and sex is what you stole
My mistress with.

Depth

Photo by : F+ kokoroko

Why do you see a butterfly,
colorful yet Frail 

I see a dragonfly
Buzzing yet misunderstood.

She Prays ( Ubuntu )

She is the high priestess,
Their ways have turned from the truth
And divinity has forsaken them.
While she turns to look away from their abominable ways,
Her palms touch so she can pray,
To Uhuru to liberate their mind,

Self awareness is power
Dominion over self is path
Living is Conquest

I as linguist will deliver this message
Calm down and let go.
She has been immortalized.
She requests to stand before you
Even as mere mortal she stands above you.
She is suspected to be the mistress of Obatala
So be warn what you say about her.

She is free.

Quacks like a Fowl in lies.

Splash and Flash

whish(y) washy they plunge

Quack quack they sound

but not ducks but fowls, soo foul.

From inception was deception

blind folded description

they gave with dedication

persistence and enovation.

Sin they called it because i created it

Pledged to scrap it of or atleast edit

I refused and they infused

Religion, politics and their system of poly tricks

My ways were lost through time

but now found in tide.

Rebirth through berth

casted through furnace

By the hands of the Blacksmith

So now here i am, i teach to learn.

HORROR FLICK- PARENTING.

A friend said something on facebook about how children who come from single parented homes most often are of sound etiquette than most from both parented homes. One thing i like to state  and make clear is that, we must understand that no child will choose being raised by a single parent if they had the choice. Its a world wide canker which needs eradication by any means necessary. 

I am not an expect on the subject since i was raised by both parents equally including the extended members of the family but i have had an equal share of rough experiences which in my adult years have made me a better person(hopefully). Our individual growth varies. It will take some people their entire life time to realize to make the change at the last minute. It might not be their fault but again who must be blamed? Bad parenting and up bringing to me has nothing to do with both or single parenting.

I see through the eyes of pain yelling out loud.
Eyes turn blood red and face as pale as the ashes from a coal pot
Tongue swallowed without a trace.
Toes chopped bit by bit fingers stuck into mouth.
Teeth plucked out with force with lips sewed to the nose.
I wake up every day to the same shame of humanity.
We are all guilty, each and every single person.
I go to sleep everyday with tears swell up in my mind
But to arrogant to share it. Yes I am guilty.
Do not wonder what I speak of, because
- Parents deliver with full knowledge of the inability to cater for that baby.
But why would they care?
- The neighbor has enough to help support that child but no.
He/ she isn’t related to them, not biologically.
- You and I have the chance to make this child heard, but no.
We allow them to suffer and cry in silence.
- The child has a choice to become the best but allow themselves be pressured to become
The negative arms of the society.
So we are all guilty, YOU AND I.

HIGH COUNCIL

I am here to present my case to the high council, if i have any. The life of a gypsy always live trails, we are never understood though the earth is our home. So i will share my mystery with you and hope you help me solve it so i move on.

The reason why mystery attracts me, i just don't know. I wouldn't take it plain if she presented herself. I am just a fool looking to follow a trend lost through time and found in my delusional mind. Maybe i am just an idiot who will rather wallow in fairy tales than the worlds reality. 

I have been so protective of the pen in my left breast pocket. Seeing to it that it doesnt fall or float. I hate to use it because from all that i have heard and seen people go through, i feel its not worth writing beautifully in blood ink. I couldnt do it. But now here i am, scribbling the ball pen on a concrete tablet.

I know it makes absolutely no sense that i should be doing that. I do this with the hope that someday a scroll shows herself that i write our origin, history and destination on it. But then again, when will that be? I am holding the pen's cover in my right hand, and the pen in my left though i am not ambidextrous.

I am eager. i want to write, not on the stone tablet but on this paper scroll. It looks and seem full. The letters written on it are so saddening, how do i erase it? Please show me how.

LOVE THROUGH LOST

This is a destination i wrote about to a friend whose father past away last year. I have never known what to tell someone who lost who they love, I feel sorry is enough. The rest to help console are just lies which i think makes them feel as though we perceive them to be dumb in grief. So i dedicate this to anyone who has lost someone they love. Love found through lost. 

You will be told not to cry and that
God gives and God takes, don’t cry and that all will be okay.
Everything happens for a reason and that a better place awaits.
But I ask which place?
 

My intent is not to console but to question.
Is demise the last result?
Must love fly out the window without warning?
Must embraces fade as though never existed?
And mind left in chaos?
 

Yet you will be told not to cry and that
God gives and God takes, don’t cry and that all will be okay.
Everything happens for a reason and that a better place awaits.
But I ask which place?
 

Home is where kisses in given to you on the forehead
Called you and said, “never mind what they say, you are the best”.
“Never give up for you can do anything”.
You did that which was right because he stared you down.
Scolded you yet put you on his laps and said “ it will be alright and it was for your good”.
Then you think how ironic. Hahaha
 

Yet you will be told not to cry and that
God gives and God takes, don’t cry and that all will be okay.
Everything happens for a reason and that a better place awaits.
But I ask which place?
 

But I say to you,
Curse death, ask God why?
Cry out tears of blood for its all not okay.
Why? Because joy had departed.
Curse the tongue that tells you there is a reason for love lost.
 

But then again,
Smile and laugh in your tears.
He might have found a better place.
A place with no afflictions.
Living free and with you always.
For there is no better place than your heart.

My Paranoia

Am I  or I am paranoid.
Scared of the images on my TV
Afraid to tune in to the radio
BBC and CNN gave birth to Al-Jazeera
the offspring of the devil himself
Conspiracy theory fill my guts
Sitting by the fire and listening to the stories of old is dead.
Welcoming facebook as the alternative gluing the youth to nothing.

Blaming it all on the Satan

Corps controlling Gov.

Gov creating Corpse

The never ending cycle

The open lies

Coveted truth hidden in plain sight.

But then again, Am I or I am paranoid

You be the judge.

DILEMMA

Its just one of those evening. Here i am sitting at my desk at 9:40 pm. Everyone has left and i should be laying naked on my tiled floor at home. But no, I am just feeling the day went by so fast yet i couldn't get all that must be done done. Torn between Andrea Bocelli's voice playing on my laptop and facebook. Asking myself over and over if tomorrow will bring better news.

I will not beat myself up over nothing. So i smile and say,

-I chose to forgive music
And let the tip of her bow
 slash my neck.
I ooze
that terrible note
of the torn G-chord
Yet in that particular place,

she makes hails at me
like Pavarotti
because i am at peace.-
We are our music.

USEFUL CHANGE

I am hot.

I am struck.

I bend.

I am straightened.

I am made.

I am useful.

FACTUAL LIES

Today like one of those days where, water makes me thirsty, i begin to question the order of the orders. Which is a cloak? You should wonder as well. Since we were born in our various societies, there is nothing we know better than our ways of life, good or bad. But believe that is ultimately something else out there which you need to also know about to make sound and self fulfilling judgments. I will not force my opinion down your throat, but i will tell you what i think of them.

They say lets face fact..
But I ask, what are the fact?
The deceits they made up to confuse us?
The believes they formed for us to trust?

Lets face facts indeed.
Where were they when I was in need?
Relatively persuaded to perceive
Knowledge only through their system,
For instants, education is the key.

Lets face facts indeed.
Neo-colonization is the feed for their channel.
Treating us as though dark age stood still.
Then call back to us offering freedom.
Freedom from all that is crucial I will say.
Lets face facts indeed.
My pledges are to my seeds
Unveil to them my perspective
Block out the cacophony of lies sown to their hearts

So lets face fact.
Lets face our facts
Our truth lies in our individuality
So damn your facts
And I will define mine.