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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Glass Ceiling





I count the varied blessings
Dealt out through the lessons,
I subtract the pain
To perceive the drama lessens.
The gutter runs riot of rustics
And phonies spread us dry like raisins.
They claim we transgressing
But the tragedy’s there ain’t no one addressing
The hell we all living
Through. We thriving and we weeded
Time to heal and we all illin’
Time to eat and no one’s feeding.
Young ones are screaming
And nobody’s heeding.
They’re hurt and they’re bleeding,
Open sores and injuries
All over their bodies.
On bended knees, we’re praying
But our situation’s dramatic irony.
Our rejoicing is elegy
Picture us in the ministry of poverty.
But sincerely,
None of us is tripping.
My courage will build up my entity,
Create a paradise in this Hades’ territory.
Like an inner mystery
Evolving independently
To breathe a new reality
Into a personal niche.
I’ll find ways to put my talent to use eternally.
I’m doing it mentally,
If you can’t picture me, physically.
Until I bring change to the community,
Paste eternity up in the range of society.
As an agent of ingenuity,
Preacher of individuality,
Victim of animosity,
Subject of controversy,
And a staunch disciple of originality.
Always sought an opportunity to be me
Now that I have the prerogative,
I’m through procrastinating,
I’m done with all this hating,
I’m busting through the glass ceiling.



Akpan



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Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Seed


For former Liberian child soldiers-seed of a new nation.



Time flies like a puff of breath
Within a hurricane funnel.
And drama like a painter gives it depth-
shades of meaning. It’s the hardest it get.
But my seed shall be mighty on the earth.
I advance at every instance of a threat
To multiply cause my providence is set.
Scavengers couldn’t filch my wealth,
It’s the span of the Aegean inlet
They couldn’t afford the dragnet.
Life’s a bet
And its demands are scarcely met.
My perspective’s kosher than a roulette
I am of the line, not of Adam but of Seth
And the velocity of my prophecy’s a comet.
It will not lie nor be annihilated by death.
I perceive in every obstacle an outlet
And my mission attracts contempt like a magnet.
At the second I reach my death
There’ll be no solitary rational motive for regret
Cause my faith will guide my every step
Until I strap on triumph like a vest.
And when I chance that berth
Where death is silent
I will taste victory in every release of breath.
I visualize my surfacing in a cleft
As a consequence, I am never bereft.
I multiply like a national debt
And soon nations will seek me like a debt instrument.
No one is obliged to understand my quest
Nor are they duty-bound to invest
Cause I passed the test
To be pedestalled as the greatest.
My story will be an historical epithet,
A lesson on how to survive neglect
And maintain your r-e-s-p-e-c-t!



Akpan



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Monday, April 23, 2012

Live A Lie (II)





Prosperity is misery;
Poverty is mystery.
Into one of these each of us is called to ministry.
In the belly of the beast,
Cuffed on the wrist, preyed on like a feast,
Concealing a fragile will, too weak to resist.
So many youths, so out of use,
Very easily seduced, trading places with tragic fools.
Truth sneaked out the window
And now lies shattered like a widow.
The path of the youth is death row
But we gatto breathe though emotion’s shallow.
No one gives a pin none would oblige.
You’re excess, if you’re alive, like weeds thrive.

Existence is like rocking a beehive.
To become what we’re not-
A nightmare’s stuff-
The only chance at mobility we got.
Hypocritical situations present themselves,
Falling at my feet, promising life on the shelf.
But ain’t nobody hint on my personal dreams.
I’m just another dot in the sky of the majority,
A drop in the flow of the human sea.
A disarmed foot soulja in the fight for destiny.
Nobody knows me,
I’m just a needle in a haystack,
A blob on a page of a lost book of poetry.
A mail with no feedback.


They offered me a choice,
Rid of the convenience of a voice,
To join the line of the political toys.
A mere toy not worthy of the toil.
It’s herd instinct
In the house and on the streets,
Compassion is strict
People is scared to death of revolution.
No motivation,
We pursue illusions and seldom remember our vision.
Rut exists in ingenuity and realistically,
No individual misses sleep over the addictive insanity.
Anybody, everybody, nobody
Always someplace being somebody they ain’t

And not just cause they can’t
As much as they won’t.
It’s the goddam rule
That runs a world of potentials to doom.
The weapons we fashion against our chances prosper
Cause we suicide wield ‘em together.
And if we meet Forever
It’d be a long shot cause by then the game’d be over.
Time after time
It’s lie or die
So they ya’ll chose to live a lie.



Akpan



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Sunday, April 22, 2012

Live A Lie (I)





Visions thro’ my eyesight
Prophesying lies to another lifetime.
Society feeding violence;
And by fostering insolence
Leave the next generation an item for correspondence.
Youths grow on the compost of greed.
Ina time of need,
Friends betray with speed.
It all sprouted as a seed
Until hate became a fruit-producing-tree.
Too many persecutions; too many crucifixions;
Too many questions;
Corruption multiplying without objections.
Justice got run out of court,
The news is evil report
Death and its cohort
Run the street like a broad.
Hypocrisy increaseth
No decree restricts it.
Its depth’s deeper than the abyss,
Its venom lethal than rabies.
Religious fanatics; political arsonists
Spitting infrared anarchy,
Unremittingly pathetic.

I’m in a rage of a game,
The only place to turn is blame.
Things will never be the same
Not when the moral question is black comedy.
Despair shrouds society
With a desperate intensity initiating delinquency.
Vice substitutes virtue
Posing as model of a noble statue.
Fools tick off the statutes,
Spitting on naked truth.
Shame is sick of this stock of shame
Yet, political correctness
Demands that we deny it as non-existent.
Darkness visible is the new brightness
Stench of rut assaults persistent.
These are the days of the multiplication of iniquities;
A young nation reviving antiquities,
Voicing the tag line of vanity in blasphemous ditties.

What else could be worse?
Straight outta the mouth o’ the horse.
Men betray men’s trust
Like Judas snitched on Jesus.
What greater decay could humanity come to?
Since Adam bit into that apple see what we been thro’?
Pain displacing rage,
Rage choked in an ache,
Hate’s all there’s at stake.
My generation; youth generation
Trading their dignity for the ability of the paper
Watching n’ waiting to pull off a caper.
It’s live or die
So they ya’ll chose to live a lie.



Akpan



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Saturday, April 21, 2012

Creed


For Barca FC. Champions for Life!
Don't mess with Messi.

No!
With the O as round as the O of Soweto.
I’m calling it quits with point zero,
Next port of call’s numero uno.
I’m taking a shot at the ace:
Remember this face!

As the ship of karma set sail
For strange shores,
I run my race
Like an athlete fighting strong.
A race to paste details of my name,
And come to it with a measure of pomp,
On history’s immortal page.

In these last days,
One of the last ones believing,
It’s tough to keep breathing,
Scars off the battle ground still bleeding.
But there ain’t no stopping me;
I’m so done retreating n’ hate-breeding.

I’m staying strong
In the outbreak of war.
And it won’t be long
Before the dawn will respond.
Strung on the highway of immortality,
I have turned my heart on a soul odyssey;
An inquest into the makings of me.

I am naturally endowed,
The things that speak for me are sound.
I dance with wolves;
I battle werewolves.
I am one that defines a million
Steadily straddling the lines of criterion.

Verve, with me, has never been an issue
I’m more fascinated with the crisis in Mogadishu.
In the beginning, there was me
Somewhere along the lines
Came the expression of myself from within,
And last, there will be I
After all is said and done.
Still keeping it real,
Hot like a C4
Because I believe.

I believe ain’t a road without obstacles
And those trip you up so high into a spectacle;
Little ordinary miracles
That fork out from dark regions like tentacles.
Fetch the right attitude and snap! tentacles
Morph into broken manacles.

The moments have arrived
To ride in the light
Thro’ the pathway of imagining
And snag the swag.
Ain’t no stopping me,
Let it flow pull the gag.

Instinct is strong
And my juice vibes like a pump.
I can feel the surge
Of adrenalin like a slug
To the lung.

I navigate faith like a pen-
I’m writing the epic of a titan
Incarcerated in a den.
And still reclining in a rocking rattan
Cause, I couldn’t care less if trapped in a glen.

I found the greatest glory in living:
The deal ain’t hinged on not falling
But, getting your butt back up off the flooring.
Because I’ve been to the mountaintop,
I’ve surveyed the universe from a vital spot,
Yea, I know that I can take it
In the company of love, faith and expectancy,
Because I believe.



Akpan



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