Prisoner

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it's always nights in this bony cage

in here, my mined thoughts

blows up rationality

when it stumbles into blind alleys

 

with sleight of hand

shredded neurons are hidden under decks of cards

bathed in warm blood

to disguise complicated emotions

 

dark illusions

tumbling down twisted tubes

locked in unfathomable double helix

restrain reality

 

i am a prisoner of my mind,

trapped behind bars of education

learning too much of too

   little

 

it's always night in here

in this house of darkness

Nights in my brain

it's always nights in here
that's why my mined thoughts
stumbles into blind alleys
blowing up rationality

with a sleight of hands, shredded neurons
are hidden under decks of cards
bathed in warm blood
to disguise complicated emotions

dark illusions, tumbling down twisted barrels
locked in unfathomable double helix
block the roads to reality

i am a prisoner of my mind,
trapped behind bars of education
of learning too much of too
little

it's night here my lover
let your heart set me free from

Hope and the Future: E Go Better

Gyrating wildly at Wuse Market
Crescendo building as the percussion creates dissonance
A music without beats,
Celebration of voids, of hope so far away…

Rhetoric by politicians, stuffed into disaffected minds
Deceitful promises celebrated by panegyrists; and the
Innocent electorates, the claqueurs in a game without rules

Night comes swiftly, and the collective hypnoses wear away;
Okigbo writes dirges for the sweet memories never realized…

Yet, we wait in everlasting patience, hoping good luck shapes our fortunes




Allen. 2011

After You Have Been Stripped Of Everything...

Sometimes your humanity is stripped of everything. You look in front of you and you don't seem to see that hope, that hope that used to shine so bright just around the corner.
It's not that you are indigent, it's not that you haven't eaten in a day or two but you have been stripped of your respect and hope of happiness. Indeed your pride has been stolen.
There is no need grovelling at this point for restoration. Cut your losses. Hold on to your defiance if you can, live off any or all of silence, stoicism, hate, indignation and the anger. Sometimes it nourishes, sometimes it kills.
Silence is better than the cries, the plenty words of pleading especially for those that have resolved to destroy you. Only use words when they are of more benefits than silence .