Day 26: Moves

Let the spirit move you

Until you defy gravity’s law

Yet without a pinion

Reach for the out-of-reach;

For hubris without a flaw.

You have no fear cause you’s a lion

Let the spirit move you

Until the momentum pulls you thro

Relax in the sun.

Let the spirit push you

Into the break of a new dawn.

And when you come thro

Stand forth!

Be a man.

Let inspiration breathe healing thoughts

Multiply like desert sand

Shoot off the top of the roof.

Let the spirit move you.

Akpan

IntShoWriMo 2014: Day 26

Day 26: Old Flames Burn Deep

You call an old flame from high school whom you still have feelings for and ask to meet up. The flame says, “Sure, how about noon at the pub by your house.” While waiting at the pub, your flame walks in—wearing a wedding dress (or tuxedo). The flame looks at you and says, “I’m supposed to be getting married today, but …” What happens? Write this scene.

—WritersDigest.Com

Word Count: 1,000+

Eneh Akpan,
June 26th, 2014

Day 26: Reminisces

Courtesy: Orlando Black

Memory returns

And ushers in sheaves of unrelenting reminisces;

Assurances of an uninterrupted flow of rust,

A déjà vu of residue experiences.

Kissing the jinxed feet of a fallible will,

Tomorrow sprawls in yesterday's grime.

Strength of mortals struggle on bended knee

In a time when the battle for hope is on the line.

Men who fought a common foe side by side

For one solitary noble cause,

Drunk on Independence's wine

Now lend a hand in annihilating a brother's life

It's the indignity of liberty's intrinsic worth

Still not a single patriot seeks out the fault.

All we like sheep straying to the slaughterhouse,

Getting in each other’s hair like some political louse

Feel the intensity of the hate within cutting us to strips

In a silent terrifying implosion.

From the same stock we have been conceived.

Black man thirsty for black man’s blood.

Reputed brothers of one paternal womb

Plunging headlong together into anarchy’s tomb.

We forget to remember

Labors of heroes past.

Akpan

Day 26: Fierce Urgency

Photo: billfrymire.com

In the eyes of my mind,

I contemplate the vast proportions of the mystery of the needle.

Beyond all the trite inconsistencies of life, I realize

There’s a method to solving Fate’s ineluctable riddle.

My fears unleash me

Into a realm bounded by unbelievable possibilities,

Over and above the dimension of unmitigated stupidity.

The finish line divides the track before my sites

Like superficial streams; the aftermath of violent rain.

And as fierce as an aggressive fight,

Personal rage engages pain.

System is insane.

I begin all over again

After the flip of the last page,

Pulling out all the stops for past and present struggles

And utilizing them as frame of reference.

Reminiscing about the hurdles;

Stitches of memory interwoven complete as a sentence.

Every hunch of progress is a pronouncement of vengeance

On the days of living constantly at tiptoe stance.

My fury breathes a life

That is stronger than a lie,

To initiate a war where courage blends

And intervolves with fear to install an expected end.

Akpan