WALE O.
STEVEN
NO EXPRESSION
Hnmnmn
I get no comment
I’m speechless,
not even a whisper
This is not my
fault, just my experience
You’ll agree
with me, if I haven’t seen a lot I won’t be here lamenting
I need an
expression
I need to
verbalise it
I need a helper
Let Ode appear
with imagery
Ajijola with
descriptions
Well, can I get
some sweet words from Mr sweet to calm this atmosphere cos, it’s huge
I don’t
understand
Why is everybody
bottling it?
To worse it all,
grave buries it all
Hmnmnmn
Who is the chosen
one?
Cos we are
sitting here waiting for miracle to happen and Messiah to fall from heaven
Maybe one is not
actually the one
Are we?
Are they?
Where is the
tipping point?
Where have we
missed it?
The lies, the
guilt, hatred, lust, emotion tampered with and running deep and dry
Serpent and
vampires are taking over
Enemies have a
thousand names
Loyalty turns
personal
Visions,
missions, dreams and goals turn nothing, vanished and wasted away
Falsy vision
comes falsy motivation
Genius without
roadmap
I’ve traced this
back to lost value
Pains and
pleasure taking over
People are
driven by self and desire
The divine will
is deeply subjected and inevitably flawed
Hnmnmnm
Have you ever
seen people in life lost and wallowing in darkness?
Have you ever
seen worse in people?
Have you ever
seen rage, resentment and disgust darken people?
Hey
Have you ever
been in your absolute lowest, feeling like you are losing yourself and your
mind?
Feelings like
you have been stolen away from you?
Feeling like you
don’t even know what you are doing and why you are doing it?
Asking yourself
why are you here?
And don’t know
if there was ever you?
Hnmnmn
Remember,
You can always
hang on till tomorrow
Shake it up, you
are always the master
In your weakest
state, you are the foolish master who misgovern
Taking charge of
the situation, you are a wise master
And what would
GOD want if not increase in happiness
You can always
call on HIM
Hmnmnm
My thotz are
loud
Wale O. Stevens
GOOD
This is
me
I am
beautiful
I give
bread to the poor
I am a
correct application of knowledge and wisdom
I am a
rod of correction
Word of
truth, diligence, that’s me
Fear of
God, understanding, wise counsel, honey comb, obedient ear……., you are
referring to me
I’m a
part
I’m a
whole
Pursue
me, find me, include me all round, then you’ve found meaning
Check
in the mirror, do you see me?
Signs
and symbols no longer signifies or points to me
I’m not
a side attraction that helps you to reality
I’m
reality
What is
the difference between me and the opposite?
Find it
and forget about the dual
I’m
neither a duplication nor imitation
What
I’m calling for, is for you to substitute signs and symbols of me for me
Forget
about gigantic simulacrum, clashes of ideology, more information and less
meaning
Hnmnmn,
they are beautiful nonsense and can never be exchanged for me but for others
You
barely know the difference between simulacrum and I
Stockpile
whatever you’ve being through in a plain view
Stop
fabricating me
It
makes you belong to the realm of simulation
My name
is good
WALE O.
STEVEN
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