Listen
to yourself often.
Not being born special worked out.
It made you humble and grateful each time,
when you were given a chance
you proved yourself time & again
When people were busy bragging
you trudged silently
but you made it
everytime.
Poetry
Like the stars…
You’re like the stars in the sky
I saw in my childhood
twinkling, smiling down at me
assuring me of a beautiful darkness.
That the places I choose to be
I’d be followed faithfully
with a poetic hope
whispering
that nights are
as influential as the light.
In retrospect
I lay
breathless
on dried out grasses
almost
at death’s door
staring at
bright noon Sun
reflecting on my thoughts
If you ever thought of shining
then why did you deny yourself burning??
Another Midnight poem
Trail of thoughts
Stillness of quiet
Overdue reforms
High-pitched screams
With a muted voice
Here’s #midnight
For you
a roadmap of revenge | jdubqca
A soul-stirring, must read piece by John Matthew Waters
we studied together
and recited psalms
years ago
when nobody knew your name
you kept mostly to yourself
reading scripture at night
and eschewing violence
while everyone else
danced beneath artificial lights
when the world fell apart
you slipped through the cracks
resurfacing deep inside a madness
that was nothing short of prophetic
years later I was called before
a makeshift court
forced to testify
how you had solely masterminded
a roadmap of revenge
leading to misery and destruction
what I had witnessed
would make no difference
not as long as you continued
stabbing westward
unseen and unafraid
daring an uncertain world to stop you
Source: a roadmap of revenge | jdubqca