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S.A.D.

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[You can read from bottom to top as well or however you wish to. Depression, Anxiety, and Suicide] [Sniffles] I’ve waited 3 years to write this, Waiting for the right words and moment to do this, And then I realized, the longer I hold back, the deeper I sink, Ever growing like a keloid, this pain doesn’t want to shrink. Sending me into the deepest shades of darkness, My own mind-made hell, a tale of pain and sadness. Digging through the trenches, all night searching for an exit, Starting from scratch, rebuilding to take my place among the stars. Rising from the ashes, I made a few patches. Dark within and without, yet I take my flight towards the fight, my plight to get through the night. The war goes on, each day battling from dusk till dawn. To my loved ones lost, Body’s gone but soul and spirit never lost, Each in their caskets frost, On the tombstones, epiphanies to the fallen 6ft deep above the land of their dreams guess they’re all in. Will they be one again in the world beyond?

Oh Happy Day (One of the happiest days of my Life)

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(I thought of editing this and rewriting some parts for more clarity but then I thought, why kill the fun in the undiluted version of this that I wrote with great enthusiasm and joy? I still did sha) My Lord! I've not had this much fun in a longggggg timeeee  😭 I had fun and I was still feeling wavy on my bed. Oh, what a feeling!  The beach is my happy place. I'm yet to find another beauty of nature that beats the feeling I get any time I'm at the beach. Someday, maybe a second-best place to be. The beach will always be first.  The journey to the island was a smooth one. I've always had a thing for boat rides. They calm my nerves a lot.  I got my earphones plugged in listening to Amapiano, my newfound go-to music therapy. There's something about the Amapiano sound, though electric in nature, it performs a soft tissue massage on my brain. One day I'll get the right words to describe the spirituality I'm beginning to develop in this sound.  The waves crashing

LIFE IS A BEACH...

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The gift of life, the serenity of nature. Through this beach called life, my feet proceed Counting my blessings, I pick like pebbles along the shore Watching these gifts sprout, life germinated these seeds The greener grasses I seek are here not there To the Instructions from intuition, I adhere A light to my path, a guide to my eyes Gently rowing through the waves, highs, and lows. Sometimes like a tempest it rages, imitating the sea's bellows Sometimes calm as a warm lake in the morning sun, Like the rain and dew from the sky, it falls, And sometimes like waves you surf at your favorite beach, it rises  Life is about balance like H2O,  A shift in proportion might cause an imbalance Therefore, can we say that life's good sides are proportionate to its evils? But we all desire the good, don't we? Personally, I believe it lies in our choices and decisions Some decisions will always outweigh the other This determines what happens next, It's crystal clear On the contrary,

Heavy is the Eyes, Dark is the Soul

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       @julydrama, Twitter. His head hurts from carrying so much pain A crown of thorn, a leech in his flesh  Heavy is the head they say, his hands are weary from carrying this load Heavy is the eyes, dark is the soul  Of the man who's lived through his fears,  Traded his peals of laughter and sowed his tears. Bruised are his fingers,  from fighting his demons  From dusks till morns Battered are his feet from treading on snakes Cankerworms from within chewing away, his belly aches. Tattooed upon his heart, scars from his battles His psyche is a turf, a golf course of brawls His mind, a warzone upon which unending bouts take place His legs are worn out, can't keep up the pace His arms are too heavy to hold his shield in place His spirit is still in the fight but his soul's too weary to hold his faith Miah le rêve 

Blvck Oreo's Latest EP, Messages from Mars is a Collection of Drill Music & Emotions

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Messages from Mars EP Cover- @tisblvckoreo, Twitter   Blvck Oreo who identifies as "The Lost Biscuit" has released a new EP- Messages from Mars . The talented rapper, singer, and songwriter is popularly known for his well-carved-out messages encoded in Afro-induced drill, pop, and trap genres. In 2021, he released his first EP- Visitor from Mars. On the 31st of August 2022, He released his latest EP, Messages from Mars. At this point, I believe it is no news that The Lost Biscuit has a thing for "aliens" hence his inspiration for the titles of his projects. Let's take a look at the Messages Blvck Oreo has for us from Mars. Messages from Mars- Drill, Life & Emotions Messages from Mars EP tracklist- @tisblvckoreo, Twitter Blvck Oreo teams up with Droxx, Tobiiwtw, Big C, Icey Bills, Oluwamillar and Kaey on this project. Of notable mention is DJ Korex who produced some of the tracks on this EP. This project signifies the growth of the Artist, his life experienc

NUMB

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Credit: @awelewacharles_ Twitter It's been peaceful these past months,  My tempest of emotions is calm,  it finally feels like I'm breathing again. I've found solace in myself and the idea of living, yes this is what I want.  I've received the promises and seen visions of what lies ahead. A drop in the ocean, a glimpse into the future; awaiting the day it comes to fruition  How, when, and where? These thoughts cloud my head Don't miss the signs he says, that's your mission.  I open my ears and pray with my eyes open to see clearly, But I think I've clogged my tear ducts. Hence, the reason for these eye aches. I've listened too keenly, my ears are flooded with wax. Need to open the floodgates as soon as possible,  Need a break from everything.  A journey into a mental trance. Too tired to dream, pray or sleep.  I just need some days off, I'll be back I promise. 

THE MUSE

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It's a beautiful feeling to have something spark a fire in you,  Its sight piques your interest and builds up an emotion in you.  It brings a combination of love, confidence and elation.  Every artist has a deep connection to something, someone or a feeling as their source of inspiration.  Sometimes, "Till death do us part" is their mode of separation.  I have always wondered what my muse is. What brings my art to heart,  What creates that fire in me to bring my thoughts to life What moves my hands to pick up my pen and write what I feel as it is. I've been in love, I've experienced lust. Alcohol? Or trees I've never felled? (Pun intended) Could it be music or food? Quite close but I honestly can't tell  One fateful day, I wrote, and my heart felt loose, open and warm. Could this be it? My muse is my heart? I try again but this time my heart was cold and this communicated something to my inner self. I decided to write about an old feeling, an acquaintance