Busting On A

 

You only know my story 📚

But you're yet to see🙈 my glory 👑

I know you ain't hating ☠️

Not 🚫 exactly. 

You're just conforming to pop thinking 🤔

Still I won't let you downtalk 👄

Cause my faculty is on drugs.💉

I'm so high 🥃up on genius 

I'm busting like an A-bomb. 💥

You see, you assume what I'm going through👟 

Yet, you have no idea💡that I'm coming through.🚪

My life is the setting of a bestselling story; 📚

I am the iconic life of the party. 🎉

So don't laugh 😂

If all you see is a draft.📃

I am God's masterpiece 🎨

In the making,

The early pages 📖

Of a Divine epic.

Yo, by the way,

You'd abuse my glory 👑

At any rate.

Cause you never really dug my story.📚

Akpan

Killer Current

 

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Raw passion consumed by a fierce loyalty

An obsessive commitment to humanity

Deep like an underwater river with

A killer current that spurts from within. 

Akpan 

This Is The Day

This is the day

When I take this body

And squeeze it into change

And make a life flourish

This is the day

When my story n’ glory

Get the lowdown on my faith

And translate my chemistry

This is the day

That I will remake

As I take the sun

And reverse its course

This is the day

That I seal my fate

And I’ll run the race

And maintain in grace

This is the day

That I raise a mountain

From a grain of sand

And make my entrance grand

Akpan

My Words Will Be

My words will be

In time of need

In a scarcity of peace

My words will be a flowing stream

My words will be a refuge

To contain incoming tide of refugees

When silence has no appeal

That’s when my words will be

Face danger and recover

Cause my words will be a tower

In a tunnel of despair

My words will be repair

My words will be onion

That you may peel n’ make pinion

And when you chance that cliff

My words will be relief

And belief

Will sprout from that simple creed

My words will breed

When the going gets tough

And you’re held down by stuff

My words will be enough.

Akpan

Your Words Will Be there

As light gives away the gloom

So your words ease away my blues.

You know the right moment to whisper

You’re like a nun playing sister

You strum a handful of notes

As your words massage my bones

To nestle in the marrows

Tending suture to tattered hope

Your word is a strong tower

Filling the volume of every hour

When I’m scared

When I drown in my tears

Your words will be there.

Akpan

I Will Thrive

I will thrive
I know I've arrived
Cause I'm still alive
After all the bull I survived.
I heard all that jive
About me not being the type
To cliffhang or dive.
Is that just because I rise?
I'm kinda still here so bite
Me or keep it sealed tight.

I will thrive
And no shying will jeopardize
The shine of my sunrise.
I will thrive
And my past can't downsize
The lesson which edifies.
I will not be deprived,
I'll have my soul revived.
For awhile I strive,
In time I will thrive.

Akpan

A Storm is Coming

The cloud is moving again.
Humanity responds to change.
Thunders will roar
And things that can be shaken will fall.
Mountains shall be removed
By songs of those in the womb.
Mankind shall stamp out terror
And buy revolution with his blood.
Hope shall be reinstated
By souls who have been incarcerated.
Let he who has a heart believe
My prophecy; a storm is coming.

Akpan

Don't Knock This Feeling

This feeling that I can go on
Burns deep inside charging protons,
Calling out the things which are not
Giving 'em substance and a thought.
If I get to the mountaintop,
I will look down on the debris
And name each rubble in fashion
There's one way to count my blessing.
Because you can't knock this feeling.
It's like being wired; it's electric.

Akpan

Day 9: Touching Feelings

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If I had faith to move mountains,

I’d lay my cards on the table,

And build a rock from a fountain.

I’ll ride a geyser to heaven

Then I’ll glide on wings of angels.

If I had faith to part the sea,

I’d work wonders mankind will tell;

I’ll do things folks aint ever seen.

I’ll speak to the wind and foretell

Every tomorrow scene by scene.

If I had faith to break thro walls,

I’d remake the earth rid of wars.

I’ll give the three elements charge

Over all emotions corrupt

By the nature of man at large.

If I had faith to touch feelings,

I’d touch new hearts every minute,

I’ll put a shine on all faces

And carry the weak in the streets.

I’ll be there to bleed when they bleed.

Akpan

Dimensions

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Take me to a dimension

Where my motives are voiced with passion,

Take me to where I’m known as I am.

Take me to the revelation of me.

Talk to me about the inner man,

Open my eyes wide, make me see

The secret things that give definition

To the little things that make up the whole.

Touch my essence, make the weak strong;

Lead a stomped man into the fold,

To where I belong and I’m accepted.

Take me in your arms bring me home.

You’re all I’ve ever coveted.

Take me to where I’d see your face instead.

Akpan

Winner Take All

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You shudda killed me

When you had the chance.

Shudda slit my throat

And sealed the deal fast.

But you left me bruised.

You left me bleeding,

But I’m still breathing.

You shudda done me

When you had me down.

You only hurt me

But I’ve come around.

You shudda known me,

I can drown a crowd.

You can’t take me out,

It’s too late, boy scout.

Stand forth like a man.

Let’s settle old scores.

Guess you lost your chance,

So, it is winner take all.

Akpan

Dead Dreams

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Staring down over a grave of dreams

I observe a billion good intentions go to rut

Solitary reapers on the verge of picking the gleanings

But falling just shy of their mature expectations.

Never made it but almost

Dreams coming thro but not quite fulfilled,

Lives well lived… almost.

Destinies moderately decoded.

I wonder how many millions have trucked this way;

What each heart would pour out and lay bare

If they were offered another shot to set things straight.

Would they make akin mistakes or throw in their best?

Because in the tomb where dreams are laid to rest

Only uncorrupted half-assed undertakings

Narrate tales of aborted victories,

And paint pictures of triumph’s grave defeats.

Akpan

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When Your Ideals Are Threatened

When you crash and burn at your first attempt working a project that cost every muscle in your body to put together, same one everybody around you felt different about, you feel the white-hot glares of scorn peel through layers of your skin like sun rays through a hundred lenses incinerating an entire colony of black ants. The only difference is this beam is sucking on your faith, seeping out your very life-force. Do you marvel how fear of failure cripples the desire to venture out into strange waters? It makes us long for support from our peers. In any case, there isn't a single thread of fault with folks sharing their dreams and aspirations with other people. The principle thing is not to leave the door too wide open so a desire for companionship morphs into a ruthless dependency; a belief we are nothing without someone else's opinion.

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The quest to achieve is an inseparable element of every man’s psyche; a burden to increase and multiply. To excel in a chosen field, an area of interest. And thus, fear on any level should be kept on a tight leash. I have come to terms with my weaknesses. Not compromise. I have studied and garnered ample info from my shortcomings, and I understand the limits of my abilities and strengths. I cannot deny the fact that I’m inclined to make mistakes or that the best of my pains might fall through like a castle erected on sand. Nevertheless, my calling raises me up high above all limitations and plants my feet on a pedestal of sweet possibilities. And I am persuaded to declare this privileged position in which I have found myself fortifies the essence of my zeal. Faith can stand, walk, run and fly incontestable even when evidence indicates the contrary.

I stay my course trailing my own path. Besides, shaping a life is an individual responsibility. Dexterity in the mental realm and otherwise, cannot be taken out of the equation. We are heroes of what we pursue and conquer but not before we conquer nor even before we lay pursuit. Until we tread less traveled paths, experience can only be measured by a stretch of imagination like a paradise possessed from a distance. The haunting knowingness that I might walk away from the life I was programmed to multiply agitates my creativity. I sense a threat to my very existence every time I am reminded I am surrounded by opposition.

“All men are prepared to accomplish the incredible if their ideals are threatened.”—Maya Angelou.

And that’s why I keep a simple creed but fire it up to get me through the heat.

Keep your pens bleeding!

Akpan

Fault

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                                It’s not my fault

                                That when I exhale

                                It’s a death sentence on pain.

                               

                                It’s not my fault

                                The sun beams down its shine

                                Into my corner when it’s pitch dark like a mine.

                               

                                It’s not my fault

                                I can put my feet up in the heat and find peace

                                Even when prospects are no longer at ease.

                               

                                It’s not my fault

                                That every time I shut my eyes and squelch a tear

                                I’m compensated for my loss by angels hovering near.

                               

                                It’s not my fault

                                I got my life on point;

                                That I always seem to end up on the right side of the coin.

                               

                                It’s not my fault

                                I rise constantly,

                                That somebody up there’s looking out for me.

                               

                                It’s not my fault my rain turns to change,

                                That I play hard but don’t talk a good game.

                                And dudes best know where to point the blame.

                               

                               

                                Akpan

                               

                                

Day 2: With This

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                                          Inspired by MLK

N’ with this faith,

Ama print my name

On the pages of history.

This faith calls me to take a stand.

N’ with this faith,

I arm myself with wit to withstand.

I shall not be victimized by circumstance.

I believe in the power of a dream

As this faith speaks peace.

N’ with this faith,

Humanity will remember my name

N’ declaim my fame in every age.

N’ with this faith,

I am a god in a shrine;

Ain’t nothing can stub my shine.

N’ with this faith,

I maintain my space;

Those who desire to reach and keep their place

On the mountaintop must take the hard way.

With this faith,

I am walking through the fire

And I’m coming out hard-boiled;

With this faith,

I strike water in the Sahara

N’ if I consume poison, I shall be reborn.

With this faith,

I exalt the treasures of blackness,

A geyser of enthusiasm, I reach for greatness.

N’ with this faith,

I will achieve the impossible,

Prove myself formidable

‘Cause I am untouchable.

With this faith,

I shall stymie the inevitable,

As I perform the incredible.

With this faith,

These eyes shall anticipate the invisible.

With this faith,

I walk into tomorrow

Wielding the nerve of a hero.

N’ with this faith,

I topple titans

With a sling and a stone.

N’ with this lil’ ebony light of mine

I’m a set the world on fire

As I let it shine.

N’ with this faith,

This also shall come to pass,

For this faith within is an organic compass.

N’ with this faith,

I clean the clock of unnumbered foes.

With this faith,

Tomorrow is this close;

With this faith,

I hold destiny in the palm of my hand;

I am the perfection of God’s master-plan.

N’ with this faith,

I intend to put the world on ice;

With this faith,

Still I rise.

I am the future,

I am a masterpiece of Mother Nature.

N’ with this faith,

I print my name on the walls of this terrestrial globe,

Somebody get me my robe

‘Cause with this faith,

I rule the world.

N’ with this faith…

Akpan