Olúwafèyíṣarámi

Humbled. Tired. Woke up to the same damn words, The same tune that has been on for years. The same old thing. Making it all about here and now. Never striving for a bigger picture. And with all that is in me, I reject that spirit of old. I scream,  NO MORE! Unlike last year With the spring in my feet I feel a sobberness descend A firmness and solidness A no-nonesense stance. That screams NO MORE!! I am humbled. Grateful, more so. But today, I climb on all things old And use them as a stairway for the new. No holds. No ties. I break from the subtlety of settling for less. I scream no more!!! It is either his way or his way. A new work has started. I feel it in my bones, The responsibility of it all. I'm guessing this is what a cloak feels like Damn heavy if you ask me. But assuringly significant. Defining. Giving identities. Happy Birthday to me. I have left Trash for LAWMA. I can't be stained. The cycle is complete! Cheers!

I am  not any different from you. You say I should write my story. I also cannot wait to read yours. How does a beautiful soul get mangled in so much filth? How does gold get shrouded in so much impurity? How does a prince forget his roots and eat with pigs? That is our story. Isn't it? But no matter how far gone you are.... When you catch a glimpse of the real you, No matter how unbelievable it seems, Everything is worth dropping to explore that route. The worst that will be is to be where you are right now... But what if there actually is that better? It does not have to make any logical sense. It is what it is. No you do not think you deserve it... But love, true love is far from logic. It is full of mercy; a gift. Not wage. It is what it is. I have been here before I am here now. I love hard. I always will. I love you. But the story must go on....

I lie here, missing you. Not what you think, but what I have seen you are, Not your voice, but the one within. I have seen what you are capable of becoming. Yet, I see your struggles within, beneath Your child-like but rooted ways. Wondering how far gone you are on your story I worry what you have told your kids And how your wife is taking all this. I wait. Hoping you will reach out. Wishing your broken heart was torched. With a new reason for life rather than mere living. A reason to receive love, pure. Oh fabulous soul, Wonderful yet wandering heart, Why are you afraid of hurting a head that will heal? Why are you so afraid to break it for answers? What keeps you bound from breaking free? Why do you hide? Where have you gone? What are you doing? I look for you but you seem to have vanished. Why do you run farther? Come to me, Run fast toward wisdom. Seek out the light. Let life guide you. Hear my voice, be my friend, my love. See me. Unravel me. Hold ...

It's just stupid when smo has it all and still wants to eat you with all he has. Simply put, it's a nice mix of greed, selfishness and arrogance. Human.... Yet we speak of love Like it's coals we heap together to make bonfire And once we're tired, we splash some water on the coals to quench it. And next, we're looking for the next sweet landing, The next high... Just something to satisfy for now....and to tell me I've  still got game. And after that, you're still left empty, unsatisfied and guilty. It's a rat race And believe me when I say it's got you at its claws And you are a slave to it. No matter how you run or try to be clean It still has you by the balls, Squeezing tight Until you can't but be at its mercy. It's got you by the balls. And there's nothing you have that will equip you from breaking free. If you could, you would have.

The bliss of ignorance, Is without excuse. Ignorance has no power to save from perishing In the face of the power of knowledge

In this day, there is a redefinition of things Everything is changing Everything is new. Who is my brother? Who is the same seed as me? What are we going to hand over to the next generation? One once defined it as the one who does the father's will. Another categorised seed from seeds... But have you seen the matrix? Unfortunately, no one can be told what it is... It will find you if you really want it to. One's eyes just has to be open to see it, the Truth. Until your eyes hurt from first usage, You yet haven't seen a thing. You are yet a slave, unfreed. Was Cypher a brother? Was Judas a brother? So, though they partook of the same plate,  But did they really partake of the same stuff ? Indeed what goes into a man never defiles him But that which comes from within him. So,  though they spoke the same language, were they of the same source? Did they drink of the same well? Are they of the same process of birth? Were th...

Indeed, ignorance is bliss. Peace of mind,  Still, when the war comes, There is no excuse. My friend says to me today: The more we seek, the more we know the more we know, the more you have to yet know. Knowledge is power but power can destroy Therefore, in other words, without seeking, there is no knowledge; without knowledge there is no power, without power, there are less chances of being destroyed without power, there is every tendency to be vulnerable. Ignorance is living each day as it comes. Not trying to connect the wonder dots, Not going after a white rabbit you know not where it may end; Trying hard not to fail, Staying in  the known. Wanting answers handed to them, these eaters, They stay as breast suckers, never eating meat. Never knowing the worth attaining this treasure....