Day 19: Where Desire is Born

At a point in life

Everybody falls for something.

It might bring you peace or strife

Still there is always that special something;

A solitary desire

That ignites your passion like consuming fire.

Giving wings to your dreams

And yes! Sometimes, often go unfulfilled.

I have wandered on the verge of discovery,

Only to be blighted by the cause of searching.

What is it I search for?

That my soul will not exist but fall for?

But I must continue searching

Though it brings me to my knees.

It burns my heart like hot coals

Impossible to ignore.

I’m headed down the long and winding road,

Like once before,

That place where desire is born.

Not knowing what I might find

But I won’t stop until I bind.

Akpan

Day 18: The Challenge

Nothing can come between us

And the talent that Divinity placed within us.

We are His handwritten opus

If we got balls to make ourselves heard,

And when we pluck the fruit of genius

We cease to flow with instinct of the herd.

There’s a part of an individual

That stays locked up in talent-inert,

Trapped like a cage-mental,

Waiting for that one moment in time,

When the giant awakes

Piercing the horizon with an infrared beam;

When a new dawn breaks,

To set the whole world at liberty,

Thro the invasion of creativity.

Akpan

Day 17: Invention's Hour

Let your imagination run wild

Like wild cattle on the green hills

Of Obudu countryside

Lay hold on all your heart seeks

But try anything once

Then flow with the rhythm like a folksong

You can dictate the tune

If you paid the price

You can blow on Destiny’s flute;

Call your sun, like an enchanted cobra, to rise

Without reflux out of a creative mind

Until it literally razes the illusory sky

Invest in your imaginative power

Cause it’s the only way you triumph

In invention’s hour

Akpan

Day 16: Turn the Page

It's my birthday!

It’s my birthday today

And I ran out of words to say.

It feels weird feeling this way

But it’s not the first time the void’s held sway.

But I gatto do what I gatto do,

I gatto be true to all that’s true

And show the world that I came through

And thrived despite the stuff I went thro.

So here’s a token of courage

Dished out on a plate of rage;

My heart’s been strengthened by age

And life keeps turning the page.

Akpan

Day 15: Now of the Future

Hear the words that I speak

You forces of adversity,

Intimidating me with weapons of war;

I am the strength of a worm

Wriggling yet steady flattening toughened structures.

I will yet be the Now of the future.

I am defiant in my quest,

However my soul is oppressed,

Completely persuaded in my request.

The challenges I face

Will churn out my point of grace.

Then I will stand

And, in this place,

Take my spot on a pedestal

Clutching triumph like a mace,

(Everything’s eventual).

Akpan

Day 14: Stand As 10,000

Sometimes, the sun might rise in the west

And set in the east

Scorching the skies like a fire-breathing beast.

Often at such times

We are found in the garden of the

Hurricane’s eye.

The logs of rut that lie in our path

Inevitably give way and depart.

We find the inner mystery willing

Evoking details of passion

Swift in its gushing

Like a fountain spewing out a ocean.

There we rediscover our selves

Only to be lost in the revelation of the true self.

Suddenly,

Veiled oracles speak

With the silence of the seas

Narrating explicit secrets

In recently familiar mysteries.

Bidding the we of ourselves

To crack out of hardened shells

Calling us to stand as ten thousand

And get our butts off the shelf.

Akpan

Day 13: Survivor Attitude

I fight for a right I was born to breathe

Erasing obstacles from the picture,

As I formulate street literature,

From my mental street scriptures.

There is no mountain I can’t move

My survivor attitude

Keeps feeding me with rage on the altitude.

I battle my demons,

It’s a whole ton of fun

Than playing dungeons and dragons.

The sky is not an alternative

Absolutely negative

But I’m feeling positive.

The road I navigate is a jungle

But I’m persuaded I will not tumble.

Cause every experience keeps me humble.

The storm blows hard

But I can’t turn back

I pulled up my knapsack

Hitchhiking toward my dream as I eat up the track.

I got greater expectations

Than Dickens’s Copperfield

Could in a million orphan generations.

I can picture destiny busting on the horizon

Sunrising like a dome.

See me breaking the deluge

Like glass, brother, I’m busting loose.

Akpan

Day 12: Fall Apart

I can’t fall apart,

Definitely not now.

Even though the wind is ripping my sails to shreds.

The horrendous storm is breaking in

And breaking up the decks

Of my soul.

I can feel the back recesses crumbling.

Forbidden darkness taking its toll.

Still I’m not giving in

To this haunting feeling,

My center of being will hold,

My weaknesses will conquer deterring strength.

Not now, when I’m this close,

Splicing splintered mental fragments

In this unsettling of everything rational.

If the degree of complications turn out to be unusual;

Even if my walls fall through,

Quitting will be the last thing I do.

Akpan

Day 11: My Shine

How do I even begin to live?

When I can hardly breathe?

It's obviously impossible to apprehend

Those things one cannot easily comprehend

My life is on the same wavelength with misery

It's insane

And to all intents, unattainable,

Cause I can’t resolve this humane parable

That I have come to accept as my life

And tho I try

I only find that I reside in the womb of pain

If I gatto keep up with this rage

I have no doubt that my heart will quit existing

 I’m dead wary of resisting

When I gatto die

I pray before then, I do get my shine.

Akpan

Day 10: Heaven I'll Never Find

I look out the windows of my eyes

Straight into this reality of my life,

I struggle in the attempt to define

What I see.

What prosperity resides in imputed poverty?

I lead a life that’s purpose-defeated,

In a world that strives for perfection

In deliberate error; what could be worse?

Baby boy runs without an education,

Cause the powers that be

Want my little kobos to pay their pension.

How will I survive?

Where the only way out is to die?

I live in dangerous times.

That cannot be denied.

The hate weighs so heavily on me

It’s impossible to delete its memory.

Then again as the years fly by,

I stubbornly seek that heaven I dig

I will never find.

Akpan

Day 9: Right to Rewrite

In eternity’s eyes,

I see the parody of humanity

As I witness the sun of darkness arise

Blinding our senses with callous impunity,

Men of all ages

Have wandered from age to age,

Scarcely stilling the storm that rages.

How much longer before we get to the stage

Where our race is emancipated

From the corruption of the soul?

When the race of man is exalted

Lifted up to that pedestal where the

Heart finds repose?

I am only a dot,

A speck of dust

In the operation of things.

But this is my history.

I owe to responsibility.

It is my prerogative to rewrite it;

To be the architect of its streamlining,

As I take a walk thro the lion’s den

Brandishing the refined tip of my pen.

Akpan

Day 8: Shudder at the Memory

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The wind is blowing.

Rearranging all I ever believed in.

I still shudder at the memory

As I remember the pained losses.

My heart is filled

With an abundance of drought.

I progress in a solitary rust.

Times have changed,

Churning and churning like milk turning cheese,

Fluttering away like that fabled winged chariot,

Leaving desolation behind in its trail.

Storm clouds gather like 10,000 samurai knights

Passionately sousing my moments and my days

With evil's delight.

In vain I've awaited the sun after the rain

The climax is delayed.

I view my world thro the eye of the hurricane

The dreaded symptoms rustle the lilies

I can only hope; pray for strength to take it

All in my stride.

I thrust my head away from my wounded pride

Bitching like a broken bride,

Betrayed on her wedding night.

Akpan

Day 7: Still Breathing

Seven years ago I debut on the internet.
This one's specially for the confused young man
who threw in his all.

I have lived on a razor edge all my life,

But I’ve had my senses filed like a soldier’s knife.

It’s not been easy, not exactly what you’d call

A fairytale setting but I’ve had some good fun.

I’m still healing from the pain, still dealing with aches,

The memories still fill me with rage, a rip in my days.

I’m feeling the scars and there’s still some sore spot

But these are just keepsakes from the battles I’ve won.

I’m growing in the same space I picked myself back up

I’m not just surviving I’m thriving straight for the top.

I’m into this feeling so deep I could do it for a living

And it all comes down to one thing; I’m still breathing.

Akpan

Day 6: Unnamed

Will I know my mission

Through a tearful vision?

Perceive my destination

Within the elements of frustration?

How does a man live

When his soul will not believe?

Will I begin

When I have come to the end of all beginnings?

How do I define

A mission I may never find?

What lies beyond

The finish line

Is the multiple resurrection of questions.

In a brittle attempt to bridge the divide,

I struggle to put my mission in perspective

Enthusiastic obstacles irrespective.

The expectations I cannot perceive

Overrun my mind with parasitic uncertainty.

If I had to swim 10,000 seas,

It’ll make little difference if I wade a million lakes,

Until I set foot over the shoreline, the qualities

That will put a face to my vision will bear no name.

Akpan

Day 5: Myself of Me

Aint nobody else in this whole world I’d rather be.

Somebody who’s always evolving but stays the same;

Who keeps it locked because he’s constantly growing.

He lives within but he lives it loud so his life breaks

Out on all creation like the dawn of a brand new day.

Aint nobody else steadily sticks closer than the skin,

Flesh of my flesh got ties thicker than high-tension wire.

He bows and dips in the stream of my inner mystery

Because he is and can ever only be the fish in my blue sea;

He is the captain of my team and the crew of my ship.

Aint nobody else worth shooting for none comes close.

He is the I in the myself of me he’s my positive overdose,

Fate set us a date and time equipped us with the attitude,

Together we got skills, divided we just a bunch of fools.

It’s obvious cause I am what I am and cannot be reduced.

Akpan

Day 4: Maya

And still you rise

Phenomenally

Beyond the bars of compromise,

Perfecting womanhood in one black body.

Trailing the flames of withering injustice

You have arrived on a verse of one million realities.

Like the verdict to a racist world,

Thru the voice of the printed word.

You have initiated a poetic odyssey;

Planted a seed in the soil of a young mind.

You are the raceless nation's oracle of prophecy

I hope to meet in that big ghetto in the sky.

Akpan

Day 3: Disturb'd

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Sure you thought I was keeling over,

So you decided to make me pull over.

Make me turn around and follow the general direction.

Please don’t disturb me.

I’m only having a revelation.

Don’t disturb me.

I’m about to reach my destination.

Ama keep my peace of mind thank you.

Ama ride this controversy cause I paid my dues.

Sure you saw me struggling and moved to lend a hand

Please don’t disturb me.

You just can’t dig my program.

Don’t disturb me.

I just gleaned the perfect plan.

Keep your quarter I’m done here brother,

I’m doing just fine surrounded by drama.

I’m being bettered and you don’t hear me whining

Please don’t disturb me.

My mind’s musing immutable things.

Don’t disturb me.

In a moment ama walk thru that exit.

Akpan