My tendency to slip into the dark-
a matter you have now begun to press.
In realms of time and pain, I ache no less;
you undervalue still, its lasting mark.
So see me stand before you, bare and stark;
I pray you’re not dismayed when I confess
the ticking clock alone cannot repress-
this sorrow hovers on a timeless arc.
I do not wish to burden or deceive;
if I could craft a spell, I’d cast it quick.
I’d wield a wand if it might do the trick,
but endless is this ache, I do believe.
To waste a wish on turning time is tragic,
for I have yet to come across this magic.
Love: incident without accidents
Hate: accidents without incident.
Curtains fall
Amazing,
How people assume they can mold
Not a pot but your life
People believe they have opinions
A right to coerce the steps in your life choices
A truth told by someone else
Isn’t your truth
People only have ideas
You may pick up
No, right just their offers behind the curtains
It easy for them to mistaken
And it’s your right to undervalue their opinion
Not that it counts
~Sindy Onyejekwe
Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?
Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?
I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.
So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?
Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?
Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.
Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.
‘Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces’
John Ruskin
We often get waylaid with golden crumbs of two in love
and have no clue of what we’re worth
Too often than not, a few moments of someone’s time
is all the sign of their devotion, labeling it emotion
Always making excuses for the one who doles out
the crumbs, we undervalue our worth
and accept what’s tossed our way
sad but it’s the golden truth the other
not bothered or giving a damn about your worth.
Feel worthy of your emotional culinary skills
And take yourself elsewhere for nourishment
For man cannot live on crumbs alone
Even mounds of crumbs crumble and that’s not
what your worth.
02.09.2020
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