That stormy day…. 

​Today the skies roared, with a flash of anger

Bright enough to  make a grown man cower behind their mother’s skirt. 

Water used to bring calm in a time of drought, aimed for the destruction of the day and hasn’t let since. 

One day  sunny  the next  a small version of a tornado in a town caught so of guard, they  may  never recover. 

With roofs flying off, the once humble homes of the people looks

Like a ghost town 

With its memories fading away, 

Staring at it, it almost feels like sitting at the bay

Watching your future sail away with the Titanic.

Sad, though isn’t it?  Like the ship once the city hit a storm it won’t ever get back up. 

Its like a dying Buffalo  and its herd leave it behind so that they may not be slowed down. 

Disaster strikes, mother nature wins but it weeps, or we weep for it. For the lost, the loved one,

The ones we meet the ones we keep. 

The world is cold without that friend, 

And when that storm hits, it marks the end 

Close enough? 

​Am reaching out to you, 

It seems  that am missing you, like crazy. 

As I try to get close to you

Damn! I need you.. 

But I find the more I  walk toward you, the more you  slip through my fingers. 

I know  I haven’t been  a friend of  late 

My actions make me feel like I  put me in jail. 

Can’t get to you even though I punch that wall till the impact chews to my knuckles. 

Truth is, even if you are close to  me it feels like I have to cross  this mountain, 

And that makes me hopeless

I get so thoughtless

I go on a rampage, 

With brandy in my blood channel 

My mind in a frenzy, and your picture engraved in my eyes, am weary. 

Its not that I cant be with you its just that am lost  without you 

Alone and wanting you, but not knowing how you feel is basically 

Putting a sailor in world without an ocean 

Grasping at straws

Everybody always  smile in times  of trouble to show  that that trouble doesn’t shake them. 
But facing that demon is not always a walk in the park

Hell you couldn’t even raise a grain of sand when facing some problems. 

So you turn desperate, from sweet to  sour. 

Some comes and tells you, “don’t show your back to your friends, you never know how many knives may go through.”

So you protect yourself by aligning yourself to the wall. 

Hoping that the ball won’t roll, on you. 

Even if you see no chance of survival, you still claw your way up the sink hole

Joe Frazier went at it  with Mohammed Ali,

Toe to toe with this giant badly. 

But he knew that was the last time def kweli. 

Though he threw those punches for his life, his legacy 

He earned his place in the wall of legends, the guy who went at it with the charismatic Mohammed Ali. 

So fight your way through, you might come out in beast mode

Thrive after you come out of that hole that you struggle tooth and nail to get out of… 

Band of Brothers 

A first glance full of unease and mistrust. 

Dropped in a world where one lives alone and dies alone. 

A world where one  depending on others is signing their death certificate. 

I was placed in groups of four as the war broke across the  world. 

“trust is earned… ” that is indeed a true statement.

In a war where death is assured yet no choice but to engage, time seems to fly ever so without a trace

We grew  together without realizing it. 

We would come to each other’s aid when we saw fit. 

And fought each other when one was wrong. 

A day long lost to the sound of bullets and explosives, a sacrifice made for the sake of his friends, 

The one time we showed emotions to each other

Upon Baileth’s last breaths, in the cover of rables, 

As we lay on the ground firing back at the enemy as they sullied forward and clearly at an advantage with numbers. 

He said ” of all the days in my mudded years, am going to laugh at this moment the most,” 

Puzzled by his comment we let him rant some more as we continued to fight back.

“Aahh… Its been fun this here journey  with you, you’re all my brothers, I couldn’t ask for more.

You’ll hate me for this but this is here is my thanks for the good times we have had. I’ll be seeing you at the end.”

With that,  before we could  stop the guy, he rose and sprinted  away from us drawing the fire with him. 

Helpless  we saw him take those shots but didn’t flatter, kept running, 

I tried to  run after him but strong hands grabbed me and dragged me away. 

At the very last moment he turned as he fell showing  visibly that he was smiling. 

Hmmm that guy forever engraved in my heart that memory of him, even in death he smiled in front of his brothers so as they don’t wory or blame themselves. 

We may be far from each other but I will be forever  grateful as they taught me  a great deal, they are not only my friends  but my  brothers to the very end,  and he, Baileth, my hero. 

Lady, look into my mind! 

​I write this down hoping that you’ll end up reading it,

See, I find myself strolling down the city streets, 

Engulfed in an argument with my ultra egos,

Them saying something like, “bro, why you got to be making decisions on impulse? Its not right  how you hid from her, you gotta take a leap of faith…” 

Got me thinking, in the past I ended our conversations way to quick, afraid that I might give you  an reason not to be interested in me. 

Its funny how my very actions got me thrown off the bus. 

The thing is, with the day today life I find that my train of thoughts isn’t what we call normal. 

With that kind of realization, I hope you  don’t blame for thinking that you’ll stratify me as a weirdo.

Don’t  get me wrong, I’d rather be weird and myself than be a guy acting like something his not.

Cause really if my efforts as myself wasn’t enough, then I may as well as come to a conclusion that maybe it wasn’t worth the try. 

So like I said, I find myself strolling down the city streets. 

Pondering and wondering how to tell you that I have been crushing on you. 

Thinking about a utopian world where am the hero who gets the girl. 

Ha! So if you have read this, known that am on my way to tell, 

Sorry it took too long. 

Behind  the red door

​Behind the red door, a monster  lies

A secret so dark the night shies away from it. 

Beneath the egotistical bravado that masks the truth. 

A crack in the so called, impregnable wall reveals a fault that would sooner be seen regrettable once learnt. 

Caution to those that seek to push beyond the norm, 

to know that which mustn’t, those that dare peer through the red door. 

Knowledge is indeed power, but what is seen can’t be unseen. 

A terrible cost will be incurred once the line is crossed. 

Behind the red door, 

A layered defense is erected,

For he knows the importance and burdens of what’s protected. 

The betrayal of a brother’s love and trust, one that will bring forth war that will be spoken of for generations to come. 

Or a beast that shows itself, occasionally when he stares at his reflection. 

But at times that beast comes out and ‘play’ when he is pushed too far. And thus they dread the plague of anger they wrought on to themselves. 

Eyes that have long forgotten how to see, know when to stop and avert themselves . 

But for those who dare walk in the path of red hot coal, barefoot, stay your course for you may yet handle that which lies beyond the  red door. 

Stuck in the past…

​It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. 

In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar called dreams and the pain lessens with a doze of laughter. 

But it is never gone. It lingers on just enough to make you reminisce the past. 

It will follow you like the shadow that you’ve learned to embrace as part of you. 

Like the creeping cold of the dark dark night, ferried through your skin to your spine with an almost  gentle breeze. 

The past that is so near, one needs only to reach for it. 

But who would be so broken that he would do that? 

To relive the past horrors that haunt event during the time of wake. 

What is the point of having  these masochistic tendencies when one can move forward and find himself peace?

Maybe its because those who don’t learn from the past are bound to repeat it. 

Walking  around, you’ll find a guy with eyes so dry, but inside, past the bravado, his heart can’t  hide  and it cries like rain, pouring down in his domain, 

But when you see another guy shade a tear, don’t judge be weary, he just found out this world is scary. 

So why waste time burdening yourself with the past?

The present is your workshop and the future your result. 

Time is indeed  what we want most, but what we use worst. 

Exam waiting 

​His heart is pounding, leg are shaking

As he walks into the room that his facing, you can see in his eyes, the doubt unmistaken. 

With enough  will power, he brought himself to his desk. 

Looking around the room, it seemed gloomy, 

It looked like everyone else felt the pressure. At least he wasn’t  alone, in this battle of  pens and papers. 

Waiting for the event of the day to begin, his mind wonders, to a world where there is nothing  but leisure, 

Not something  he was expecting, but its not something that he would be regretting, 

Cause in such a time of nervousness, the smallest things can give you pleasure. 

As the papers were being distributed, he kept staring at his fellow classmates to find any little information about them. 

The effort proved ney. 

He resorted to wait, heard pages flip, pens tap the desk. 

They appeared to be getting louder by the minute 

They all seemed busy, that meant  that they understood the questions, 

What if he didn’t? What if all the studying he did was all for nothing?

It was just a matter of time before he got fed up, but the paper finally came. 

Wide eyed as he started to read the  question, 

But that’s a story for another day.

Revenge 

​It seems to be dark and crummy 

This is the time when you miss those  days that are bright  and sunny, 

The earth shakes, i guess its time already. 

Those eyes dark, with intent to kill, I see in his eyes, there is a void yet to fill. 

This world is  so cold, robs the young the warmth of normalcy. 

His breath shortens as his veins bulge.

As he stares at the person who brought  so much pain,

And he says “you’re not  strong enough, you don’t have enough hate to fight me kid” a smirk on his face, his eyes excited with malice.

But the guy, ( Travis ) decided he won’t have this. 

Today he’s gonna end this , even if he meets his end. 

Hmmm how sad a life has been led by such dark a cloud. 

His nervous, but that will pass, 

Attack! Furious with a full throttle. 

Assailant dodges, he tries to be faster

But the assailant ends up in laughter.

After all, the attacks are reckless, there is no point  when you are angry, for your judgement is clouded. 

What was he fighting for, revenge, honor? Or an excuse to defend his choices in life that has been miserable  for the revenge?

Is it really  worth it? 

Hmmm i guess it really  doesn’t matter. For the assailant  shall die on that day. 

Minutes turning  to hours until  the final  blow. It ends

But not without a price. 

He took a life, can he justify that?

Huh! Revenge surely is a terrifying thing. 

No role models 

​No role models and am here  right now, 

No role models to speak of. 

Aye… Life’s a bitch but she the baddest bitch. 

But without her we ain’t  got  no better us. She is a lesson that we can’t  live without. 

So even if you  call 911 and run,  you’d be ashamed about it. 

Now remember, back to a better you, before you were a great family, before you  had the courage to protect all of that imagination…

Who had your back when you were but a fledgling? 

This I wrote inspired by J. Cole… No role models…

Maybe life is the role model?