I’ve got a lot of questions I’d like to ask I want no third persons but just the two of us It’s not about this time and its masks Nor about options and musts But about you.
What’s in your being? And where have you been? You said you’ve got no mates Yet everything about you is a debate
Lord I don’t wanna say we’re done, But why are you jealous about others if you’re only one? Now religion has destroyed families, Set distinctions and promoted diversities: It has separated people and destroyed cities.
These old world is tearing into pieces Humanity is losing its peace. Now religion is one of the greatest of the world’s cankers, And it’s destroying people more than COVID-19 and cancer. What is the lie or the truth? Speak, Dear God: for men say you’re all of these things root.
Turkson the Poet: Many a year ago I thought my life will be a child and not for the old Seeing the world as glitters of gold Neglecting how a second flick of time can turn my life cold I was young and naïve, curious and wrong I made certain turns that buried my essence for long
AJ Oti: Now I am lost in my thoughts Scrambling around trying to find myself Darkness is all I am now All I see All I feel Darkness is all I am now Maybe I’ll stumble upon the years time had buried before Maybe I will find that child I used to be again; Sitting amidst this plaque Waiting for a light maybe Waiting for hope
Turkson the Poet: I never knew the real me So I danced the rhythms of corruptible friends in glee Not realizing the cost it came with Listen, my life was full of fragments and endless flaws I followed unnecessary socialization laws And my life became heaven and hell A light dark mystery I couldn’t tell I sailed with the shallow minded Yet I craved to be a great person Hypocrisy at its best; I’m grounded With the fellow I became; a sin
AJ Oti: This sin floats It sways endlessly in an ocean of regrets Constantly pulling back and forth Across the things that’d will me Even though I’m numb to pain now I longed to be lost with the waves To be found at the bottom of this ocean Away from everything that makes drollery of my existence
Turkson the Poet: I wanted to be found among the oceans Make everything that defines me come to light But then I remembered that I joked with my time And I thought it was just fine Because I never had a society’s hand That could lead the way and give a first line head band My life drained and swallowed the desert sands All that is left of me is a fear of everything I failed to understand This choice This lifestyle This demon I harbor in me has killed the essence of my living O h Gush! I messed up
AJ Oti: Many a year ago I’d hoped I could be reborn To see the world for what it is To see that it really can’t be gold I’d held on to these lies for too long That they left bruises in my palms But never again I shan’t be trapped in this puddle of insecurities I shan’t be lost in this river of fears I shan’t fade into this same darkness that had me captive for this long Never again I refused to be tamed by my demons again
Turkson the Poet: Demons of the old and new Choices I already knew And won’t fall back on them again So friends I have been here before And hoping not to make the same fall Which left me in this sluggish state Was it actually laced in my fate To encounter strange junctions For which my strength functions Not to make the right turns Tell me which road ends Or leads to the right course I simply don’t want to make a loss In this decision I am opting for
AJ Oti: Crossroads or not I’m the choices I make Crooked or straight I’m the path I take I choose to watch the waves Caress the sand and not take me with them I choose to find myself floating Somewhere in this darkness Like the star I’ve become Crossroads or not I am the choices I make.
These scars are the memories of pain that linger inside of me. They remind me of the incisions between my thighs, and how I lost my pride, to the face I never knew.
If death were to bear inscriptions, mine’d bear my brother’s writings. That death houses itself in my father’s house, and with its familiar cologne, every other night, this grim reaper snakes into me. I and my sheets have been raided, of sanctity, and the need to live on.
My smiles and recherché aura are just a deception; a mirage, a lie, a facade that ensconces the searing twinge I felt on the night my innocence was murdered by the extension of a he who I deemed an indefectible lamb. My urbanity was shattered, battered, and transformed to a slum; a place of no ecstatic decency. The me you knew of is now a mess who sees stains in every man because that lamb left castles of hell in me.
I’m writing this in the middle of the night with no lantern with me or a candle light. I’m here alone in the dark thinking of how pained I am with the scar, the scar that marked the pain on my body leaving me heartbroken and burdened. I’ve always cried in hope that one day the scar would leave, yet, it stays making me to grieve
Between the thighs Of lots of beautifuls, And in the mouth Of the gorgeous. In there, I have tried to fill This void. The void that creates Emptiness and Steals away my joy. Sex is my solution To loneliness. It is my distraction From pain and identity crisis. So I find solace in a moment Of pleasure. But… As I step out of her embrace, The demons drill more, They make this void deeper. Then truth is revealed, Sex is no solution. I should probably find ME.