Let Us Find

Faith has always been my saving grace The reason for everything that didn't and couldn't make sense My ultimate motivation that transcended what others would have told me wasn't worth it. Faith brought my family from Douala, Cameroon to Portsmouth, Virginia An assurance that the loving God who provided for you in intelligence, in success, in luck Would provide for you even in this new, challenging place, with much fruit to be harvested. I always would run towards that fruit. The fruit my parents put in front of me from the moment I could add. Seeking success, accomplishment, but most importantly, being able to seek while still being a "good" person. After the lectures, I defined it for myself: Just because I have to succeed doesn't mean I have to trample others on the way It doesn't even mean that I will not need to ask for help. I had the faith that I was capable, and because of this capability, and because of this faith, I did. I pursued...

I can't escape into this world of plastic simulations and make-believe, caught up in their own limits.  There's no way out into any other haven Freedom only as vast as my imagination, sucked dry.  The worst nightmares have come to life Terrors of bondage, frozen in time. I used to know of this world, I used to have control, over the passing times, I owned the key to my destinies, and held the power to design.  Both past, and present were mine and future only just beyond.  Then, time moved, and I moved with.  Until I blinked and saw my state.  In half a moment, I lost control. Time was no longer mine.  It flew past me, into obscure abyss,  It left me in its crystal dust, I was immortalized. Time reclaimed its headless place,  and left me to my shame.  I had no throne or reigning staff, I was master to none,  I had no ground beneath my feet, no propelling force fully submerged in ignorance, is this what others f...

Hatred that comes from within, turmoil that can't be materialized, an agitation and unease to the deepest layers of being. Itching and scratching to uncover the scathed bruise that no one can see, that no one understands. what is the source, where did it begin.  We only seek to answer that which we know we can. That which has origin.  Is it insecurity?It must be mistrust. A lost interest and belief in everything; all is tainted and flawed, after all.  Displeasure and disdain for the limited. It is too much of mine.  too short [of divine]. Can we not find refuge from the objects? From the definitions, the projections and the productions. Those above which we used to know we had control. Can we not find refuge? or is it that we strayed too far? I used to know right from wrong  and where each laid.  A giganteous monster now has risen, composed of all familiar deposits "Dechets" we couldn't do with. The fear of having turned away, long...