DO EVERYTHING TWICE BETTER THAN BEFORE TODAY

Before you tell me about my past,
Know that I have long left it behind
I have left it behind not to be forgotten
And not for it to be rotten
I have left it behind not because I'm scared
Or because it means nothing to me
But I have left it behind to rest
To belong where it belongs
I have left it behind to be past, gone
And so to not dictate my future

But before you tell me about the future,
Please know that no one has yet been a future(r)
Know that it's the only thing I've hope for
And trust me, it's what I'm never certain of
I am not certain not because it is so bleak
Or because I am myself lost in its core,
But I am uncertain to be certain
That whatever may, the best soon comes
Yes brethren, I am uncertain to be certain
That the future is very uncertain

So while you still have today,
Please live your life like the last it may,
Do everything twice better than before
Today is the best time to live your call
Today is the best day you can afford
Not because yesterday is become a past
Or because tomorrow may never come
But it's the best because it is
For real brother, yesterday is gone
And oh, tomorrow just may never come

Author Notes
Motivated and inspired by a gesture from a friend, Livingston. He demonstrated a believe in me and it feels real rewarding to know someone is listening. The piece started without title but ended up something I going to cherish for times to come if they indeed does come.

CHANGE...

CHANGE

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Change,
Change is not always desirable
Not even for the radicals
Sorry but she's not always acceptable
Even though some say she should be periodical

I will accept change but only on one condition
That she will be true to my predictions
I refuse the change that will be detrimental
To my emotions and hence, in-parental

Change can be bitter, to our preservatives
Because to the status quo, she is derogative
She is quiet not always affordable to the masses
Because she tends to always favor the classes

In more ways than one, change is for the better
Because she is for the good of our old goods
But she does becomes pain in the ass
When she loses her free pass

It's good trying to change a thing
But only if she's for the good of all
And only if she'll be really sustainable
Along with the good she brings

Don't just try to change me
Because I am not exactly what you desire
Just accept and hope I change me
You may never understand what I inspire

Change is perceptive, subjective and receptive
To the touch of one and only one
She is impulsive, illusive and yet impressive
To the unsuspecting; the ignorant

Be in charge when comes a change
So you can propel her to your advantage
Be sure before you bill for that change
So when she comes, she'd be your vintage

If a change in attitudes of the multitude
Will lead to positive plus
Change in the crops in the altitudes
Such change should start with the clauses

THE STREET BOY

You equate the street boy to a criminal
Because of whatever reason in your mind
But if you lie in his position for a minute,
You will realize he actually deserves a salute

Have you ever wondered how he feeds?
How he manages to make his odd ends meet?
Days upon days through months into years,
He's been strong, surviving and killing fears

He does all kinds of jobs you won't allow your children to do
He does them not because he enjoys doing them
But because he's got no other choice
That can keep him dreaming for the best

You call him names you do not understand
You make him your object of mockery
And you even despise him for your egos
Oh, I am sorry, but I am not the least surprised

Like a lawyer, I stand before the jury today
And accuse the rich of being helpless to the society
If I am allowed to proceed with my case,
Then I have the following to say on the street boy's behalf

He's not the rebel you should fear
He is the less fortunate begging for your grace
He's not the object you should mock
He is the brave soul you should emulate

He thrives on the hopes lost by many
But he never complains for his unfair share
I call to the stand, the public media
And accuse him of spewing too many lies

Dear Diary, My Desiderata

Kwame just woke from his sleep,
The sleep he fell in only few hours ago
The sleep that he never gets enough
How he wish he can get thrice what he got
So he can have those nerves quiet calmed
But the link to the next move will soon expire
And he might never catch the train
If he'd emulate the honorable
With nothing except his future being equal,
He must be up on his feet and so he did
And just as usual and say casual,
He opens his diary in the poetic fashion
Allowing himself splitting into countless fractions

Dear Diary,
I know you accept my writings, as your desiderata
But what I am writing today,
Well, just let me write them first...
Some people think I like how I am
Some even think I love what I do
Few too wish I am something better
But I know none of them will ever know
They will never know how I feel inside
Not until they wear my rare face for days
Walk in my raptured boots for weeks
Or sleep in the ruins from, I just woke, for nights
They can never understand
And I do not expect them to
Because I understand them not
In as much as I wish to be like some,
Of them who become an inspiration,
To the less privileged,
The even less do I know about them
And in as much as I hate myself,
The even more I become increasingly aware
That I may not be destined to die in my struggles
But it doesn't mean something is changing soon
And that until I embrace my woes
I will forever keep hiding behind them

On the next page, like positive rage
His ink could help not but spark that flame
The flame that burnes to ashes and de-sires
You from the cord that tie you to the gone ages

I have long ceased to dream in my sleeps
Because what I see is what I believe  in
I refuse to let things go before I know their worth
Because I choose to live in the moment
To make things happen while they can
I pledge to be the help in hand for my failures
To be the strength behind my fears
I will never let myself down on this quest
And until I reach the end of the tunnel,
I am hardly going to switch channels

Philosophy 101

On the street, only the strong survive and the only way to be strong is to do no wrong because the evils that men do always come back to hunt them. You will be tempted in more ways than one, so be strong in more ways than one. Like a tree, the journey comes with many branches stemming from the trunk to every direction. You have choices to make all of which come with consequences and so you must be careful in making your choices. You need to be you but you also need to learn from others. Follow not the trail of others with your inner eyes closed and your inner ears blocked. Use your senses to detect your flaws and use your legs to flea for safety. Nobody ever made it successfully without failing at the first or other attempts. So embrace your failures and rise above yourself every other day.

Street Life

What a life we live in this dungeon,
Where everything goes wrong all the time
It feels like a prison,
One I am not ready to live in
Many are those who give up the struggle
Especially when success is right in the corner

Street life is sour, sometimes it's bitter
With some spills and many litters
Of pains, of sorrows and of worries
And some hopes buried in the struggles

It is a tag of war
And you must be strong to survive in the core
You win only if you become the last man standing
After the battle against yourself

On the street, we bill for credibility
Even though we lack security
And we hope for the best
Even though we dwell in the worse

Street life is about making it happen
Against every odd
It's about becoming the role model
For those lost in the mega odel
It's about rising above yourself
Reaching far beyond the baseline
It's about refusing to accept the definition
That plagued those that have gone before

Street life makes you stronger
To overcome the bunker
That lays behind the walls
That separates the street from the home

We Are Lost

We are lost in the blue...
Not in the blue of the sky above or of the ocean below
But we are lost in the blue of this age's miseries
Hoping and praying for the second coming of everything

Some time ago, my grandma will say,
These are not very good times to stray
You need the shield of the Messiah
And it's why you need a check on your desire

I have been searching since, for my lost self
Hoping to come by that very inscription
To interpret what my true identity is
But I am still the lost youth I have long learnt to be

I thought I needed the compass to traverse my space
But I have seen even the military leaving no trace
I tried to look into the oldest and newest dictionaries
Yet, here I am with my pills donated by mercenaries

Don't turn to media reports in search of your lost selves
You are like no other, stay true to your good selves
Do not survive on what makes you lose yourselves
But turn to the walls that separates you from your other selves

We are all buried in our own fears of being inadequate
But the truth is, what's in us is much bigger than we estimate
Let's be not too worried about what we lack
Because we have is more than what we have lost

We are taking a deeper look into ourselves
So we can unravel the hidden concepts
This age is not in favor of the less privileged
But we are not stopping until we break every odd