Day 26: Reminisces

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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 25: Gateless

Without a bolt

That's how the doors of our lives are shut.

We dwell in the safety of emotional insecurities

And yield our fears to the refuge of insensitivity.

We begin our days in the womb of vice

Starting each new chapter in the arms of ill device.

Eventually, turning in at the boulevard of cowardice.

The padlocks of fortune stand broken down

Hanging limp and useless

While gloom provides its services like some malevolent clown,

To batter our delicate hearts ceaseless.

The shells we have erected around this quiddity

Cleave to our personality making us self-inflicted captives.

Still we wallow in defeat's sludge

Like Posterity’s hog that muddles

Itself up again in culpable mud.

Countless times, the wind of adversity

Slaps the door in the face of our balls

And all we really do is cringe in humbility.

Unbeknownst to us there is evil in the smog.

We exist in a gateless fortress

As vulnerable as weak-willed men before the seductress.

Akpan

Day 24: Grind

Courtesy: Diggie Vitt (modified)

Riding on the track

Like I don’t give a care in the world.

Situation sieved me like wheat but left no crack.

Guess I was harder than 'em after all.

The world on a silver platter,

Royal robes on my shoulder;

I am Destiny’s Chief,

Immune to dilemma's mischief.

Tomorrow may come over and over again,

It may pass away faster than it can be replayed.

But I’m staying on my grind.

My prophecy is clear even to the blind.

I will not be ashamed,

Even if the ballgame should change.

Nothing stays the same.

Love is the essence of pain,

Disappointments abide

And will thrive still

Like dramatic weed in a man’s psyche.

It’s difficult to breathe

Still an individual got to exist

In this heated criminal oasis.

Ama keep staying on the grind

And be as consistent as the sunrise.

There’s no vacancy for compromising

Cause I’m all over the cake like the icing.

Akpan

Day 23: Loser

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Everybody loves you,

Everybody is a friend.

They all smile at you displaying affected virtue

And promise to be there to the end.

Cause to every request

You always give a yes!

You live for everybody.

And everybody lives for you.

You never exercise a personal will

You forget what it means to be confused.

But you are being used.

You can’t even accept the reality,

You would rather turn the other cheek;

They hurt you and you laugh

But within you cry.

They shred your life in half,

You stand back and feign a smile.

You cringe at a suggestion of slander

So you friend every hypocritical mole.

If you only knew better,

You would never really walk alone anymore.

Nevertheless, on the shores of the majority’s choice

You have laid down the oars of a personal voice.

It’s no big wonder

You was the all time loser.

Akpan