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Emmanuel Daka Poem
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Vision blurred
Couldn't see clearly
Everything was like
The electrons on a black and white
TV screen
Clarity I needed
Fast forward
Life in 3D Television
Elevated I was
Looking at life from another dimension
I realized damage had been caused
Exposed to the cold world
I was
Yes hoping to put Life on HOLD
Scared of OLD age
I was searching for a pause button
And try’na rewind it to
The black and white time
When telly wasn’t clear
When vision was blurred
The Truth was there
In black and white
Staring at it
I was never searching for a pause button
Then
Someone one else was Cruzing,
I had no need to switch lanes
I was at the pace of a black and white telly Knob
I was looking forward and I had HOPE
I would day dream and visualise to the
Fast forward Life
In my hands I hold the Baton
The race was on
On my own I, would try to out run my own shadow
Someone told me not to stand idle, light a candle
Too young to understand
When the sun went down
That is when my fun Began
And I would run again
That became the name of the game
Fast Forward life in 3D Television
I am again reminded about a beautiful anecdote to my ear
A proverb to my heart
Not to stand Idle
For me to out run my own shadow
I need to light a candle
And not to put life on hold
All I had to do
Was to switch lanes,
While slowing down like a black and white TV turning knob
Because I now hold the Baton
Like the buttons in a present 3D Television remote.
At the push of a button
I am Enlighten
At the Push of a button
I am Brain washed
At the Twist of a knob
I am Enlighten
At the twist of a knob
I found
ENLIGHTENMENT
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These are my thoughts
This is my voice
Love was becoming toxic
I had to toss it
Though blame it on the Pandora box
Wait but that is unfair of me
For my misfortune is of my own doing
Evol
That is selfish of me
Still have my back against the wall
Still have hope
Looking at my wrist watch
I made a few baby steps
Believe this; nothing good comes out of the dark
Paint that white
So don’t turn your back
For love is your building block
Pause for a second
And reconsider your decisions
For your chances are your choices
Choices are your chances
For tomorrow belongs to the courageous
Who roll the dice more than twice
In their minds you only live once
Tomorrows existence will tell of the
Of your today’s circumstances
LOVE
Embrace it
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I what to write
You something from out
Of this world
Though I will be seen as a weirdo
These words are words of love
Expressing my love for you
In every part of this verse
But i what more than that
For you trusted me and gave me
You heart for me to artistically play with it
Yes like a plaque depicting my love for you
But all this will be eroded by time
Even if I engrave them deep
For these words yes truly
They will be manipulated by greedy men
Its meaning distorted innocent hearts left with scars for
For they will not stand by them
What am I trying to say?
Sadness symbolize joy
Joy for others
Tears dripping on the checks
If they ever touch down
The ground we walk on
May be swept away
Dangling in mind air you and I
That’s the reason they can’t be copy cats
Me loving you isn’t just words
Actions stand behind these words
Like when I what to argue with you
Or fight with you without lifting my fists
The bond is more than words
I love you in more than one Way not a million.
For every moment I seize
I express my love for you
Little things to us matter
They are ingredients to our
Love the building blocks to what they tried
To copy
WHAT AM I TRYING TO SAY?
I DON'T LOVE YOU BECAUSE I WHAT TO EXPRESS MY LOVE TO YOU
I LOVE YOU BECAUSE I HAPPEN TO LOVE YOU
I DON'T LOVE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE PART OF MY LIFE NOR FOR WHO YOU ARE
YOU'RE PART OF EVERY THING I HAVE CAME TO LOVE ABOUT ANOTHER HUMAN
I LOVE YOU BECAUSE I AM CAPABLE OF LOVING YOU AND NOT ANOTHER
I don’t love you fully like the seasons I always find something to hate about you but
Because you have something you love in me
MY BETTER HALF
YOU COMPLETE ME
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The art is being misused
By Loudest artist
With voiceless vocals
For they do it for the money
And not for the love of it all
So their voiceless vocals are only
Pleasing to the heart in merry
It’s not a poor man’s tale being told in music
For the words aren’t thick to penetrate the walls built
To divide our nations
They call them class
Where are all the great men who stood for truth and justice?
Whose walk was Honest engraved in their foot prints
Only God knows why they choose to live in such a Serenity place
Did they give up to the grave so as to make their tales great?
For their message is more alive than the living
Should it be the opposite?
Are we not tired listening to melody less music?
Should we dance only to the rhythm that’s so foreign to our ears?
And ignore the vocals that are message less
Are we not tired of the echoes that confuse and deceive us?
Or we choose to be merry for a moment and forget our sorrows?
Speak up now or forever remain Silent
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Raw Role
I wasn’t born an actor
I was born into the world
Full of characters…
And i automatically pick’d up
My role
Ever since, i have been trying to
Learn my lines
To fit on the gland world stage
Along the way, i became
A copy cat
Forgetting that…
Each line for a different
Character,
Was perfectly crafted and
Scripted for them
And an award waits
Each…
Indeed, i can never doubt
That
My story lines too
Where written for me
By the greatest script
Writer and my
Director….
Though i wanted to
Replace him
With a copy-cat
I am stopped by
The words
CUT, CUT, ACTION
Wrong steps, i make
Back in line
Efan Ila Eyubma
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