They are gods
May not be the God
But work to keep the breathe
That was born in Eden
Walking through the valleys of life and death
Drawn between Emotions and reason
Battling around ego and ethos
Yet!with loss more lives saved.
The tragedy of death for life
Mind racing around the next
Mix of life tunes
Who helps them?
Cos they have an avalanche of thoughts for a scar
I can hear the beats stop
Mine beats faster,as the other slowly stops
This life I have chosen
This death,few options given.
The struggle to keep others alive
Ready to sacrifice his life
Living where others consider danger
Relationships become fleeting.
Moving in fleets
Treasuring every second
Like the times don’t miss a tick
Brotherhood ,held by bonds thicker than blood
Shots fired!lives splattered
Yet in formations they move
Through death, live is bought
The bargain is done on the warfront.
I pray for you soldier
Let your hands be steady on the trigger
I pray for heavens blanket
That will keep you from the shots of the evil ones.
Father !Can you give them a different heaven
Where people with great sacrifices will be
Call it a heavenly GRA
For the legends alone!Yes the veterans.
Tributes to all Nigerian troops on the battle field ,paying for the comfort of the nation with their lives …#ThankASoldier #AmericanSniper
It was never an easy ride
A journey of perfection;say 7
Added one more to make it extra smooth.
Navigating the waters of the red soil
Not so complex yet learnt in the complex
Learning the ropes of the human body
Whilst enjoying relationship with it’s maker
That voice of a doctor that makes you want to fall sick
Let’s skip the story
And rejoice the end -start of the journey
Scars!signs of cars to new phases
Drained and trained to be man in the white shining Armour.
Now Caduceus and Hermes inducts you
Asclepius staff ! I give to you
but in grace far higher
The supernatural meets natural medicine
His name is Osazone.
Engrossed!I walked too fast
Sickened by a loss,I fell quickly
Burdened by loneliness,I fell quickly
But the day has dawned
And the sun has risen.
I threw caution to the winds
Went on overdrive without brakes
Leapt out of the blocks in faithless faith
Didn’t think , I just felt
Now the feelings can’t sustain.
Should continue this drive?
Will the sowing yield the expected harvest?
My guts advice a sail
But my mind sheathes the sword.
This battle is not for me
Trapped in steps back
That looks fro
The journey that ends in a loner
Freed from the auspices of friendliness
Cracked from within
External internal draw back
A blind voyage
Lit by spots of graceful hope
Step by step
I will journey to new depths
Guided by rails of guts
Its a slow glide…
Have I stopped writing my diary of an Ondo Kopa? Not really. I have just not been enjoying the experience to the extent of making me write. Gradually, I began to shrink from the company of people and found solace in staying alone. I felt betrayed by connection and found peace in the lovely embrace of films (My series have been helpful) and songs.
So what is making me write again? Maybe, I have found someone to make me enjoy the phase. I think I have traced the connecting line between people and experiences. Or maybe I am hoping for the therapeutic dosage that comes with fitting words together; thoughts into patterns.
I lost a friend (He didn’t die, I just don’t think we can get to that point again) that was closer than a brother; and it shook me to my roots. It caused rearrangement of boundaries and adjusted my orientation of reality. So much for thinking that TRUST was strong enough to withstand the barrage of hurts and hates. What makes the loss even more annoying is the fact that, these things would have been sorted if only we have talked about it before the last stroke that broke the camel’s back. It is so painful, that my system has resorted to default setting of “On My Own” and bridging the gap with the real truth is difficult.
But as the circle became smaller, the experience became slimmer. I will not say it is poorer, but physical interaction has been sacrificed on the altar of internal bonding. However, I think one of the major benefits of the service year is preparing you for new phases. I never thought a bond was strong enough to weigh me down this much; but this is another perspective of the diary.
Meanwhile, there is a new touch on the block. It has broken the leash, even though I am proceeding with care, so as for me not to get carried away by the drift. From the most unlikely source, a healing balm has begun massaging my ego –wounds. A lady has shown up to soothe the loss of a great guy. This time, I hope we talk it out and not leave any room for doubt.
However, have you ever been caught in this kind of web? Do you have a very close friend that a little fight that should have been settled is causing a bridge? What is your experience…let’s see maybe we can move this mountain together in faith. And again, do you think shrinking and staying back is the right move? Come to think of it, we have not really confronted each other on the issue but the fact that he could allow stuffs come between us is the major issue.
- Meeting is the easiest part in developing friendship that leads to brotherhood.
- Talk it out… never assume he/she should understand your limitations (What you can do or what you cannot do).
- When you hear something from a third party…confirm from your friend. Not everybody is happy about the bond.
- Keeping quiet does not always mean weakness…
I am staring at the screen
Expecting my mind to flow into words
Yet there is no marriage
Thoughts have refused to be birthed in Ink
What more can I try?
What form of seduction will undress her
And allow me go deep into her heavens
With lines into rhymes; rhythms as the evidence
Where Have I lost her touch?
How close can I get to the mindgasm
So much release; but few are coming
But again I will begin the process
who knows maybe this time, I will come