I’m sitting here watching the sun rub its eyes and hobble to the bathroom.
Prospect gets ready as Opportunity brushes its teeth;
They’re both hoping that today will be the day they meet you.
Getcho shoes on.
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Michael Ndebumadu – The Truths Of Yesterday
The Truths Of Yesterday
The sky’s beauty spreading across the land,
The colours that brings calmness to the soul,
The images of beauty that can only be seen in dreams,
The roar of the leopard, the trumpet of the elephant,
The singing of the birds, the splashes of the rivers.
The depths of the valleys, the height of the mountains.
The scars of the people, the cries of the children,
The sounds of pain, the sounds of anguish
The images of war, the sights of the unimaginable.
The restless spirits, the tortured souls
The silence of the widows, the silence of the orphans,
The depth of the anger, the heights of bitterness
The gathering of the tribes, the unity of the clans.
The celebration of life, the feastings of festivals,
The singing of the people, the dance of the masquerades.
The pounding of the drum, the blowing the horns.
The taste of palm wine, the smell of cuisine,
The laughing of the children, the cries of newborn life,
The bowing of the heads, the submissions of warriors,
The falling of the kingdoms, the collapsing of the tribes,
The bitter taste of capture, the foul smell of entrapment.
The tight grasp of chains, the agony of the whip,
The sickening of the motion, the cold splash of the ocean.
The journey away,
the journey of permanent stay.
– Michael Ndebumadu
Mel(l)o(w)dic™ Thought 5 – Light Consumption
It’s starting to seem like my greatest strengths are my greatest weaknesses.
The same things that define me, also have the power to render me obsolete.
My dreams have started distracting me.
See…
Falling in love with dreams means living an eternity of sleep.
And in a life where we are trained to be trained,
I can’t seem to reconcile this with reality.
These are my nocturnal thoughts.
We,
Write free short hand when short hands are on three.
We come alive when the skies die.
I fly at night.
Witches.
I mean…
which is…why,
these starry nights, wiped the tears from my eyes.
I remember the exact night that I decided to become best friends with “soon”
Decided I’d rather have this point to prove
than nothing to lose.
I found myself chasing to gain.
Chasing to gain, I found myself.
I lost what I didn’t have to lose,
For things I didn’t even have to lose.
All because of this blind defiance.
And man, I’ve been fighting.
I grow and become even more confused, of what I need to do,
to do what I need to do.
And as I’m here at 20
plenty’s saying:
“We have no idea…”
“…You’re just not there”
Seems like the flesh and spirit are fully committed,
To this war zone I currently call home.
School books utilised less than snooze buttons.
Who has the time?
My friend “Need” doesn’t ever sleep…
he likes to recline and aggravate my mind.
Highlight,
My transcendent fights for life with these measly ties to a worldly ability,
that’s infinitely finite,
Unlimitedly limited,
and a mind that refuses to accept this;
apparently accepted….norm.
“Awe dwells only in distance”
“Lexy don’t make yourself a victim”
I’m already here chasing rainbows…
The nights are my visiting hours.
Socially insane because the price of realism was too high for me to buy.
I spent all my life savings on a pipe dream…
Happily.
Now,
“GRAVITY IS A SCAM! DON’T BELIEVE WHAT YOU’VE BEEN TOLD!”
is all I scream as I bandage these broken bones.
These gentle “geronomo”s are invoking feelings.
I ponder as I sit on this glass ceiling.
Wondering why people are at the bottom looking at elevation and not looking in front of them for the elevators.
Gravity is irrelevant.
We.
Just.
Fly.
Mummy told me:
“Lexy, tonight you’re gunna be…
A star in their eyes”
The transformation takes seconds.
So consume the light.
Even though I’ve crashed and burned;
I walk amidst flames unhurt,
Knees shaken but mind affirmed.
Failure are but specs,
I got contact with that comeback.
Combatted those former blows,
Found the most high for my…
All time lows
Hi 5 this way of life.
Consume the light.
Excuse my ploy to analyse your hands, I just want you to feel me.
Film it.
History in English.
This biological being’s,
Critical Thinking
Shall now finish the limits of Physics.
Pen out, no sound.
Extra marks for working out…
More marks for working now.
A level astronomy type heights.
A* s.
Ayyy, stars!
There is a reason why these dreams are here.
My fear of heights will soon feel flight.
My leaps of faith are not suicudal jumps.
Surf on the wind.
Consume the light.
MEL(L)O(W)DIC™ 