Wale O. Steven


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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