Fired up

I would tell you I'm fired up,
but how would you believe me?
How would I describe the fire that burns within me?
The flames of the joy that come with motivation,
that crackle and sparkle, with undefined clarity,
deep inside my heart of treasures and mind of tranquility.
Insanity? Yes! Please use that word to describe this situation,
because this right here is an insane condition.
Friends, what I am in is a frenzy!
It's crazy.. I could describe it but the description would be hazy,
but you trust me, it'll raise me. It will push me up when I'm down and lazy,
it'll get me to work, it will keep me busy,
watch this space, I've braced myself,
I will run the race and maintain the pace,
and in case you're wondering,
this feeling is unwavering.
It is here to stay and as far as I can see,
it's like an apple a day, that keeps the doctor away.
The following statement per se,
are words that I meant to say,
the sole message this piece intends to convey;
everyone needs motivation.
and I'll be kind enough to bring this to your attention,
that that phrase needs no complex explanation.
Through visual, audio and any other sensation,
let motivation be a natural conception.
let it be the fuel to reach your ambition.
let it be the weapon and ammunition,
let it deepen your set resolutions
let it define your determination
and help you reach your goals,
your final destination.
Sleep and dream motivation,
wake up, smell the coffee and look for motivation.
What motivates you is what will drive you.
Find it.

I would tell you I'm fired up,
and how you would believe me,
is how you would see me.
Motivation goes unhidden, in the long run.

Somebody lied

It was the darkness in the alley,
that stole, piece by piece, the life from his peace,
and turned his thoughts into a death valley,
or maybe, it was the darkness in his heart,
and the impact the hurt from his childhood had on him.
It was the vengeful spirit, rekindled emotions,
of unequal proportions, he sighed.,
looked back and realized, somebody lied.


She hadn't always made the wrong decisions,
now I'll omit the fact that she now has visions,
sleepless nights and her mind screaming for permission,
to get set free from her own inner locked prison,
of tormenting thoughts and wild ambitions,
she knows none of. 
The painless pain, that drains and sprains,
her sub-conscious conciousness, whoa, she's a mess.
But I guess, she never saw it coming,
She replied, "Dennis, somebody lied."

We'll sit here, figure out together when, how and where,
and there's where we'll be left asking each other why?
Why did somebody lie? Why would somebody lie?
I'll be honest, I won't lie; I don't even know why.
But the truth is, somebody lied. People lied.
Deception. It might differ with different perceptions,
but a lie is a lie. 
The truth sometimes hurts, is uncomfortable,
is a pain in the butts, is unbearable..
but once spoken, is key to doors that will close,
bridges that you'll cross, and pain that'll be avoided.

Allow me to drill and fill, you in with these words of wisdom,
and so he said, Napoleon Hill, with uncut precision;
"What the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve"
an insightful expression of a sound mind, and a kind reminder,
of what's behind and designed to align,
to the wilful possession of dreams,
that define and refine an individual's future.
Tell yourself the truth. The more you know,
the more the lies will be evident lies,
tangible and disgusting as they turn out in the future.
It's honestly a perfect picture, without the someone in it,
let them be what they'll always be; the somebody who lied,
and whose lies died at the feet of the truth I found right.
Surprised? Pride? Me, proud? Me?? lol. no.. never.. somebody lied.

Mama - What she said

I'm growing old and you're growing strong,

for a statement, that's bold but you know I'm not wrong..
& to be clear, dear son, this is not one,
of those 'lecture' sessions, the ones I answer your questions with questions.
These are my thoughts, & I hope when I'm done you'll link up the dots. . . .
As a mum, I'm proud. Very, very, very proud.
So proud in my cloud that, if I was allowed to stand in a crowd I'd,
to the peak of my voice., shout out and, let the whole world know aloud that,
I'm proud that, I am proud. Yes. Proud to have you and your siblings.
Children I'd never trade for no amount of shillings.
No dollars on this earth could replace the worth of your birth(s).
I insist, if I was to re-do motherhood, I'd get the four of you still,
perfectly imperfect, and do things a little bit different.
Make things better. Make the future brighter.,
but trust me, this is the best. We are blessed, son..
it could have been worse.
You now know well, your father has been gone, not by his choice,

and not with his voice, of course, that's why I speak in his place..

trying to make you embrace advice he would have given,

for you seem, like him, ambitious and quite self-driven,

that the wrongs you've done in the past are forgiven.
Oh how I know it breaks his heart, (RIP), that he left me fighting alone,

breaking my bones, collecting stones,

thrown my way, to build a place,

even if not sufficient, then maybe just for a day,

get us a place to stay, a place to place our beds,

and to lay our heads.. He left.

He left a hole,

a hole in our pockets, a hole in my heart,

a hole in my soul, in our lives and it hurt,

a whole lot of reasons to give up but we did not.

a whole lot of hope.

& I'll admit, to the least, it wasn't as comfortable,

just affordable, it wasn't as you wished,

the food you dished, not as pleasant as the fish,

the neighbours cooked, not even as sweet as the adverts looked,

(funny) but we were content enough..

paying off loans, when all we owned,

in a distant place away from home,

was love.

and faith.
and patience.
Love, faith and patience., love, faith and patience,
love, faith and patience., love, faith and patience, Nothing!
We struggled our part and fought our battles,
we paid allegiance to the High Deity, where it was due,
and as dew on the morning grass,
He always showed up, ever faithful.
I'll cut it short son and say this again,
it could have been worse.
& now the world's ahead for you,
and your brother and sisters,
I smile when I think of the times I felt like quitting,
no kidding. Winners never quit and quitters never win, I guess
that makes me a winner and it's all I ever want for all of you,
to win. To stand tall in oppression, to rise high in depression.
I'll live long to see you succeed, love long enough to love more,
and when that day comes, let it be least of my concerns,
to hear you say these words; "That's what she said"

I will not forget

I will not forget, why the birds chirped,

flying away, the clouds gathered, and the rain drops dropped.

I will not forget the past that has been, the present as it is and the future as it seems.

I will not forget. I choose to remember.

I choose to remind my within that I am a member,

A tourist, a sailor and a traveler of my own; an athlete on a marathon, of,

Memories and dreams; of, flashbacks and fast forwards.

I will not forget.

I will not forget that everyone is someone,

everyone has something and that everyone completes my world.

I will not forget that the harshness of this world,

is the beauty of its products. Trials & temptations,

maybe pain and suffering, regrets and heartbreaks,

are the fire that, the gold I am, is to be purified through.

Thus, I will not forget that, the harder it gets,

The more competent I become, moreover, the less limited I become.

They said it plainly; No pain, No gain.

I took it playingly and made it my game.

I did not forget, however, nor for granted did I take,

The miles I walked in, and the smiles I forced in.

I will not forget that I chose never to forget,

that the stones the world’s been throwing my way,

each and every single day, is a mansion of dreams,

still under construction. I will not forget.

Time killed my vibe

You see, time killed my vibe, son.

Time and again, I'd been tied in a game,

sheer hide and seek, tried to gain where I can,

Plough while it drained, weed where it came,

sprouting through the ground, harvested for the pound,

and sold them to the hounds, 

and now I'm bound., to a cycle,

turned to a psycho, slaved but free,

independent, but just like a tree,

I'll move where and when the wind blows.

Like a seedling floating on top, I'll go where the stream flows,

and it grows., on and on. Joining other streams to form a river,

I'd cry you one but the biled emotion in my liver,

is big a hindrance, but clear a guidance,

and the puzzle fixes itself as time continues.. killing my vibe.

The maze unwinds and the river is vast,

flowing so fast, and into the ocean.,

my portion you ask? not so much.

yet.

Because, you see, I'm growing.

The seedling I was, is getting the edges of immaturity cut from it's tug line..

but then again, the tree I'm becoming needs to rest at the coast line..

so I have to tackle the waves and battle the storms,

I have to rise to the occasion and dismantle the norms..

I have to sip on every mineral and salts I find.

I have to filter out every discouragement from my mind.

I have to grow. I have to keep on my toes.
I have to keep my head high before the leaves come out.
I have to hold on, for the ocean I swim in, is huge.. before I flower.,

before the hour of power is mine to devour.

And time has killed my vibe.

Because now I don't have time to chant and chat, whisper and whistle with my fellow growing trees. We are all headed there but when their wind blows, water flows through my young growing branches. When they call my name out, the waves splashing on me keep my ears deaf. But I'll strive for the cause, I'll struggle for the course. I'll karma time and kill it's vibe, when sarcastically, the time is right. 

when the happy sounds of laughter from little children eating our fruits beneath us, 

getting shade from the sun under our leaves, will be enough mockery.

Time, I'm coming for you bro, I will kill your vibe.

Sometimes

Sometimes we get introduced to something new,

a whole different empire of thought, a different view,

and we are lost at first, blinded so fast,

and it's a love and/or hate sight,

We plunge into the waters, dive into the depths,

meet confusions, create solutions, 

set a pace or break without a trace.

We make mistakes, or we are too careful but overlook the things that are at stake.

Whether we know how to swim when we dive,

whether we will know what speed to rise to when we drive,

or whether we accept the situations when and where we arrive,

if we will become the masters of our fate and thrive,

or if we are too susceptible to the conditions against our will to survive,

will we;

Let the light be cast in our direction?

will we;

Let the truth project our reflections?

will we;

Let the life in us, provide a chance, to overcome and outride our imperfections?

I ask.

& I'm sorry that on Twitter I'm all over your mentions., with questions.

& I'm sorry that, on my stalking trips, I followed you., to the booth and overheard your confessions.

I wasn't the priest on duty but I could tell you were pissed by the beauty,

of your sins and transgressions,

the scenes of your indiscretions,

the pain of the burden on your shoulders,

the bravery forgotten so soon of a soldier,

who dared to go out of his way, taking all the risks he could afford, in the brevity of time he could not.

Skipping Ropes

Skipping ropes, sleeping hopes.,
Linking ropes, slinking hopes.
As I jumped they awoke, we connected, moved upslope.
Now, I grope in the darkness as I reach for the top.,
Widen the scope and fasten the hops. Won't stop.
Won't drop. Never look down, won't flop.
I have the within to develop and the without to envelope.,
with success under self-driven ambition.
My mission? Well, I'll focus my vision and plunge into motion.
Going wild, without permission.
Maybe mild, for the chase... and gild,  for the race..
Maybe I'll set the pace and create space for the steps,
that come behind me. That skip the ropes of hopes just after me.,
Just after me, are my dreams chasing me.
The faster I skip, the faster the ropes,
the stronger I speak, the stronger the hopes,
and I'm amazed and dazed by the state I'm in. Fazed a bit, as I gaze at the future.
I won't laze around, I won't blaze my ground.
I'll set base for the ground and a foundation for the mount that I'll climb as I build..
That., I'll build as I climb.
Strength. Dreams.

I skip my rope, you skip your rope,
she skips her rope, he skips his rope.
We all skip our ropes, because we hope.
Faith. Work. Hope.