and such painful truth is that
the greatest stories are the most tragic ones

we take too much of very little things
just to satisfy our never ending cravings
we give too little of what we have too much
because that's how we work,
*us, selfish human beings

the words that are left unsaid
are the ones that mean the most

Tooth decay and
lie in cheek.
There’s a rotten
part of me
that
continues to
manifest.
I am bitter
and this is
why I
wither away
rather than
fall to
pieces.
I am a slow,
dying,
rotten,
seething
piece of
flesh.
I am pale
with
society
and intoxicated
from all of
the pointless
conversations
we pretend
to have.

News flash
News flash
News flash







nobody is
listening.

Is there a liquor strong enough to fix me
Strong enough to make me forget who you are
Forget your name.
Maybe if I drink enough, the memory of you will come out with all this food I had earlier today.
Is there a liquor that tastes better than your kiss
Feels better than your arms
I've searched many bottles and have yet to find this liquor that people say mends their pain.

Your love for me is a loud silence

I am the sun
Once alone; almost free
Captured by the Tiger
Surrounded by the killer whale
Dying by trigger

I am the sun
The yellow bright sun
Over shadowed by darkness
Yet, rising and shining in darkness

I am the sun
Skeleton of the black wolf
Whose name currently I bare
And by her skin am engulf

I am the sun
The great enslave sun
Caged by a greedy giant
Whose arms are ready
Sharp and steady

I am the sun
The rebellious small sun
Under the sky
Fighting for freedom
To fly high the sky

I am the sun
Strong and mighty
Fearlessly
Shouting ceaselessly
For the freedom of my sons

I am the sun
In the bay of Atlantic ocean
Across river Niger
Centered by Imo river.