Verbal Venom

Words have a distinct taste

I found it's true cause I tasted of hate

Words spoken in rage filled haste 

Can make vengeful feud accelerate.

Akpan 

Need to Bleed

I feel the need to bleed
I kinda miss the thrill
Cause feeling has become luxury.
My heart timed out n' imploded,
The sketch is duly noted.
Hearts of stone have been molded
By license to kill freely given
To men with guns whose heart's frozen
Conscience was an open wound
Before it got tanned for leather.
Our beached love vessel is marooned
And man trusts not his own brother.
Our custom hearts beat a custom tom;
We sold compassion for a song.
I feel I'd feel if I bleed
Right now my spot is a weed.

Akpan

One is a Crowd

It's kinda crowded in here
But hey! You've been here before,
I remember your face, clear.
You used to fill me in on stuff
And we'd laugh when's nothing's funny.
Suddenly, this enmity
And we grope for this time love.
Someone cinched the 3-fold cord
A little too  tight for  comfort
And it snapped for want of fresh air
Does anyone even give a care?
We broke up like atoms and gone
Our separate routes of destruction,
Three is companion
Two is communion
And love is bound
For hate is crowned,
One is a crowd.

Akpan

Hate

Don't think for a minute.

Now imagine

The world we live in

Is under siege by

Hate

A thief of life.

Hate

A trigger of war,

A healer of none.

Imagine one word

Turning us into monsters

Bringing out the beast in us

Killing off the child we was.

Hate

Degenerates us

Agape

Regenerates us.

But which one shall we choose?

We got so much to lose.

Akpan