I AM MY FATHER'S SON

They say:

Life is a race
a game of strife
be better than the man next door
I see it as a theme for the inferior

A man living a self-unknown life
the crowd define their life
by the thought of other people
they are weary, their minds feeble

They say:
I just want go get on with
my life and enjoy it
they took a wrong turn
for me i don't believe in rush

I see the contrary with my dreams
standing-up not for a community boosts
but impacting the people economy
with a pure-better philosophy

Indeed I am my father's son
am not scared of his fate, its fun
I have got his complexion
the handsome looks of his expression

I appreciate him for his reality
but his feelings used him
am the lower version of him
the firm stead of his agility

I incline my ears to his words
I analyse his do's and don'ts
finally I learned much more than he thought
but he still sees me as unlearned, that's fact

Yes he's right, am his son
trying to prove him wrong under the sun
now am hurt in pain and setback
because am still eating from his bank

But actually he's my dad
no fathers wants to be bad
even animal parents care
mortal men appears careless

Along that line the striving sets fights us
we are downcasted thus
we don't really understand
what it takes to reprimand

We battled for our helpless fate
and abadoned our hopeful faith
we just want to rush to our success
but don't wanna be pact of the distress

Why not learn from his mistake
be a Man and know what it takes
we don't get it right
because we can't put together the logistics

Our dreams cometh not
only if we could think for ourselves
now am worried of expectations
with series of examinations

Am battling with visible temptations
I think I found a cure to my malfunctions
calvary gave me my directions
indeed I am my father's son.

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THE WOE OF WHY

Why is the woes of why so high
whenever I see my mother at 2.am cry
my tears from my check fly
and i sleep in anguish, thinking when will i soar high

Words nurtures hopes for the soul
I remember the lines of the navel of soul
after man erred, everything was woe
is there any joy left for the soul

Promises comes promising
easy words without committing
why do we console ourselves with lies
believing one day, we might rise

If all words of mouth are profitable work
leave me to the mic, I'll forever talk
but I walked through my mothers land
I found nothing, it was all like brown sand

A new day, a new month, a new year
still the same echoes we hear
there is no tears left to be shed
thoughts of why, heavy on our head

I have many questions to ask of why
why is life this way
why should we suffer this curse
we weren't there when they made the mistake

If  happiness is to eat bread
then count me out, because i have read
nothing changed when man eat angels bread
Until his majesty at calvary bled

Now am full of myself
thinking I can do it all by myself
how can i change the trend
only by grace can this transcend

After they shewed them the way to be saved
they still returned to their past lives as slaves
not considering the pain he faced
the grace lavished upon then wastes

Now I see the woe of why in scary eyes
It was for years sealed by the most high
woe unto the inhabitants of the earth
for the morning star is now death

He was the morning star
the beauty of godliness shines in him by far
but why did he changed sides
to become the father of lies

Among us the cursed walk
the congregation listen attentively to him talk
now i understand why he fell
his pride made him burn, just like saul as well

I can't work under this scorching sun
while am still very young
I understand why you sent your son
to finish the work, and make us strong

The prince of persia have taken over here
nothing is left for us who his proposal decline
he tame the others, and promised them fame here
but my eyes is fixed on a greater place, up there.

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THE OLD WORLD

Is the old world changing
its a new season to live life
the apostrophe of men so intense
at last climate changing

Out of much sleep come poverty
when others think and work to prosperity
we deceive ourselves with hypocrisy
now no more, its time for advocacy

Am looking back at the old world
I envy many things of the old world
their decency overwhelms me
their intelligence flaws me

Resent times are modern times
different buzzing of thousands of flies
how quickly the time flies
so soft and tender a baby cries

Arrogant people roam the street
they destroy the street
claiming they own the street
this set of people are full of shit

 But we grew out of the streets
and desire to lay hold on queens
tired of this little sphere
we desired a four-square

Now we see what we never had
by neglecting the precedence of the old world
all our God-given morality gone
now we know not when he shall come

If men were God, will things be better
but he made us care-takers
to handle everything that matter
we can't decipher the letters

The old world was a saved kingdom
the new world seeks freedom
so they chose the ways of sodom
now we are soaked in whoredom

Blessed males and females
cursed us with names
we don't think of the after
moreover we are in the latter

What I love most in this new world is I
because i carry the thought of the old world
and bless the name of the living God
that's the difference between them and I

I wish we see what our fathers saw
a place much more better than all
where angels seat, that's what i see
but first i have to cross this sea

The old world was not destroyed
we believed it was modernised
indeed new wine taste better than old wine
but the old wasn't made for a swine

Really we miss the old world govern by God
to this new world ruled by thugs
don't ye know that ye yourselves are gods
see the landmark of old, made of pure gold.

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DECIDE NOW

Life gives us a room for decision

but what would we decide 

everybody has an opinion 

is yours diced like an onion 

They say don't kill yourself

you have to rest

wealth cometh not by stress 

but a hungry man is void of himself

Living a life to please oneself

or willing to lead our thought 

they encourage us to step-up 

but inwardly expect us to fall

How possible is it to picture a life 

that in it we can't feature

then that's not our future

its another man's adventure

Don't be disturbed when they side-talk 

that's their duty to walk

but for you don't stop 

until they tell you-you're at the top

Now how can i lead a better life 

i have to tell you-its in your style 

why do i have to cry, strife and fight

because we're in a world of "am right"

So should i sit back and watch others

pray they give back even the remnants 

filled with ego-their illusive powers 

or should i feed less than their followers

What will you have me do

i'll say do what you ought to have done

work and pray-that's what you should do

then have faith in what you do

We know that its not easy

surely we have a dream

so we have no excuse to be lazy

go drink from the stream 

I'll show you a righteous path

work hard in silence 

let excellence make the noise

that's the best way to get through 

If yet we doubt ourselves 

and drain our personal power

then we keep intact our fears 

that's going to hurt us till death 

I pray you to burden your fear 

face it no matter what's at stake 

that moment live like you don't care

distinguish your cares from what you fear 

To every glory there is a story

what's your life purpose here 

find it and pursue it faithfully

its not over yet-replenish the earth.

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MORNING

Morning comes with choices
our spirit filled with hopes
a realistic goal to reach
diverse plans dissected each

Morning comes with decisions
most of them are illusions
our memo filled with prescriptions
no validity in our esteemed innovations

Morning comes with joy in full
at the end of the day ruined
our voices deep and cool
the audience are confused

Morning is a time for wishing
while others sleep, it comes unnoticed
rhythm of willing
actually is so weird

Morning accounts to the evening
solemn moment for reflecting
on serious issues affecting
our rapid inflating economy

Morning once known for ease and peace
now scary, notably for mourning
where is our fathers prestige
why is our agony to striving

Morning was supposed to be joyful
unconditionally helpful
instead its stressful
toiling all day in order to be full

Morning empties well to the depth
it determines birth and death
sometimes its always pleasing
to the infidel its aching

Morning arrives in the sweetest hour
it steals sleep and waters flower
a perfect time to consider life
a moment for career cite

Morning fear makes one fidgets
rolling stones of tears
in a broken face of regret
the setback is hard to forget

Morning brings one closer to the afterlife
meanwhile how fulfilled is life
as it goes reasonable
its event unpredictable

Morning makes a man
like a plant that blossom
farmers know they can
consider the ways of Peter Pan

Morning declares one a winner
moving train to elevate the grinder
its non-negotiable, everybody knows
make it happen, then joy flows

Morning prayers pave way
pray or end up a prey
God never made the morning for disdain
true saying: no pain, no gain.

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A SHOCKING THOUGHT

The once treasured penny
resently tagged penury
this battle was long fought
the lost still hurt

A constitutional right to life
but conditionally a peaceful lie
Our fathers were better
our leaders are never

Is the gods to be blamed
we rejected the old lands
and invested in cold hands
now we can't afford just sand

The street echoes complain
doing nothing, lying plain
begging from a lame
wishing to taste fame

What has man to gain
shaped in fear and pain
living the blessed life of Cain
roaming in isolated disdain

Earth waves chased me to a cave
and I crave underneath
to pave a way to my fame
picturing a seat where i should sit

To one end is a new beginning
I shouldn't live life on my kneels
my decision is to given, not begging
my heart passion is a burning wheels

Sometimes life's rossy to a few
brave-hearts waiting for a chew
everybody is looking for a pathway
while am standing at the gateway

Man's desire so dirty as dracular
their power lies in their muscular
so much concern for the physical
no pin though for revival

I have placed it into consideration
they claim without affirmation
laws are made for their divine gestures
pride is their insatiable pleasures

Our pride sold to the wise
just like Esau the profane
who for meat lost his pride
thinking life was just a free ride

A babe unknowingly approaches emptiness
to be fed off pure vividness
in a world new to him of deeds
of a soar world of words

To this day i pray for the dames
who wale from decades
wishing to be better males
till the trumpet hales

Much have been said, little have been done
when nature calls, the caves are gone
at Heaven's gate, what shall be our take
indeed this fate is so great, we can't face.

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