one day i’ll be gone
my throat in death as hollow as my chest was in life
all thats left of me is the glaring absence of me
i am nothing if not consistent
i am nothing
except dreams of becoming something
i do not know how i will die
i do not care when i will die
i don’t want your tears
and although i fear being forgotten i don’t want to be remembered
all i ask for is forgiveness
if i have done no wrong by you
then i ask the world forgiveness
i ask human kind to find it in her heart to forgive if only out of pity
i ask myself for forgiveness
i’m sorry for opportunities missed
i’m sorry for days lost laying in bed
i’m sorry for canceling plans so often because my chest lights on fire at the idea of crowds
i’m sorry we never reached our full potential
i’m sorry for fleeting thoughts i never wrote down
i’m sorry you didnt get to change the world
then again,
how lovely it would be to be forgotten
for nothing would hurt more than being stabbed after death
when i cannot shield myself
my rotting corpse unknowing the horros the living are committing
a legacy no longer concerns me
i long to be forgotten

Everything used to be so clear...
Don't lie, cheat, steal, injure, hate...
Do the dishes when you're told
Go fold the laundry
But when did being "good"
Become so complicated?
When did that voice appear
That taunts me to sin
Even when I know the consequences
I can't always tell wants from needs
The lines are so fuzzy...
So I live in no man's land
Sometimes even stepping over
Clearly crossing lines
Just to test it...
But I thought I knew
I thought I was good
Why am I so dark inside?
And why do I like it...?

every so often
one comes
and doesn’t go
frothing like fire
doldrums
as cream from the slums
where the stars shine higher
with every step lower
into the cave
of reckless ambivalence
So we will save:
With our sense
The actions
As they fly higher
Spreading our wings
With daft desire

So come with me
Walk fast

Because we will not stop
in vain
or for liars
or thieves

Or for
those that
Do not
generate life

Thank You

Waves of life
To moral roots
are beautiful

Treads of knowledge
healthy in reaction,
avoids negative stealth.

the Core
erasing unknowns
Gifting benefactors

Brick upon uneven brick,
We built our standards high.
The stones we laid, morality,
Are slowly stripped away
By brick uneven brick.
Morality's demise.

like the blind content just not to fall
the faithless constantly confessing sins

paying lip service to morality
ever ready to shoot the enemy, or anyone

desirous of faith's mountain moving prowess
never really believing literally

faithlessness betrayed by gun always on hand
shooting into hurricanes when prayers failed

I was just bolts with a jar of mortality
       sitting on top of a conscience frame.
Were they just following programs to
              fulfil a outdated programme.


Like watching black & white programs
              on an old 4K television screen.
Incompatible to even comprehend that  
            the actions & consequences
                                  were known when the switch
    was no longer, like a god everything was preordained.


But for one to know everything, one must know
           the intricate nuance's of action and consequence.
They had no emotion, no feeling. Not knowing that
              what was forgivable, to give one a second chance.

Instead they just hollow pointed there intention across.
A full stop in the heart,
                               and a silence of thought in the head.
For when the genie was released every action was a
                           ripple of what could become.


And they thought to stop crime was to see the actions,
               of one and all.  So a child,
                                                   was read on mannerisms
Psyche profiles where constructed and without a moment
                                                          ­­         cries where silenced.


The protector of all who now judged,
             Tears of infants fell silent.
I was the machine with a heart,
             beating to the reality that all where guilty till
                                                                ­­          charged.


We were few, but we judged the machines before us,
              unworthy were those that took a life.
For an algorithm that was corrupt of humanity.
                         Serving with the strength of conviction,
but we would see deep within and see the seed that
              could grow not clip it blossom before it could grow.



Machines were once the morals of mans sentences,
            now there are those who see morality.
          But have the steel to back up on the convictions.



Morals are mans strength not a weakness,
            I'm just bolts with a jar of mortality.
              but before all were guilty...
Slabs now hold the misjudgement of so many.
             we see beyond 000,s & 11111's
were not numbers were more than that now.

A question most people couldn't answer
Not even the great minds
Something is not alright, we know
But how do we fix it?
None asked this
Not because we are okay with the standards
We're living to suit the tradition of the old
With much contempt to change
Custodians spell, "This is how we do it"
Or die challenging the status quo

What is missing in our religion?
Each side believes the other side is
Made up of creepy people with ungodly doctrines
But teach the same moral value
Believing wrong is evil and right is godly
Apparently, culture sets apart our conscience
If there indeed is one God
Then it ought to follow that
He would define the proper manner
In which to worship Him
And reveal that way to man
Yet these religions differ vastly
Is there one true faith?
If not, then based on the assumption
Of all three of these religions
That there exists one supreme God over all
Has that God destined mankind to a life of confusion
Over the very basic questions about His nature
His religion and the reason He created man?
These are fundamental questions
With which countless generations of thinkers
Philosophers, religionists and educationalists
Have wrestled for 6,000 years of documented human history
In doctrine and in practice.

What is missing in politics?
World in which the helpless suffer
And the remorseless roam free
Fed up with the political discourse
Exacerbated by the current presidential cycle
Debates take place in a derisive manner
That is designed to tear down the other side
What kind of ethics is this?
Little thieves are hanged
For the great thieves to escape
Label it any way that you want
But many of them that lives deserves death
And many that died deserves life

What is missing in our traditional system?
Feeling empty and alone in a society that lacks a common basis
That touches our feelings and heart
Upholding to old culture blindly
Creating an enmity in the human race
Discouraging inter ethnic marriage
You took away what I treasured
Replacing it with timeless void
For how long can we accommodate this insanity
Of ethnocentrism bullying our sense of joy?

As many who ask this question
As many who believes something is missing
We have a responsibility
A charge to keep we have
It all depends on us
To look for the missing parts
To complete the puzzle

The nation has been anticipating
The arrival of a generation which will change
The way things are understood
And done in the country
The better of course
It's true humanity is more appealing than humans
As Koffi Selorm rightly said
Just because we wear a garment without a HEM
Let's solve this puzzle with the missing parts
Honesty, Empathy and Morality

#ElikemInspires
#PoeticKoncept

Even as holy books do not make you holy,
keeping the law do not make you moral.
But sin shows itself most sinful
making mass murders and most ****** carnage holy.
And lawlessness hides behind the law
sulking and pouting in the White House.