Talking To Myself Poem by Funkekeme Akposeye

Talking To Myself



I am one with the divine in time
I shine in darkness and light
It was late at night
Someone decided i should wait
And I awoke late
On my born day
At half past eight
With a lot going through my mind all
centered on hate
Some call it fate
I say it depends on your faith
Father did not live forever
So Mother told me to embrace death
As we met on the kitchen floor she knelt
Her sins of the night before, i smelt
Must find a way to let it all out i felt
Too many blows we ' ve been dealt
Still i ride with no seatbelt
No going back till the day i melt
My flowering evolution
Search for solution
Started with a revolution
Sick and tired of pollution
I turn my back on the world
Even as it turns and swirls
Sometimes things go so hot, i wonder why
it doesn ' t boil
Don' t blame me had to stick my head out
Reach out
And see what ' s out there like a boil
I am unreasonable like a tinfoil
I am talking to you about my many
inspirations
Underground Dedication
Outstanding Motivation
Cut off so long, i threw away all emotions
But i never gave up on love and devotion
The great unknown that is life
It can be sweet like sprite
It can be bright
It can be alright
A complete revolution,360 degrees
Sick and tired of police telling me to
freeze
I am told care and love are lives keys
Well i say how can you call it love
without a kiss
Religion tries to make me understand but
i say please
I tell them hate and anger we need to
release
And they tell me at ease
I tell them lets get it at least
Through lease
And they tell me everyday can not be a
feast
Humanity held down so long its a disease
I tell you now to rise like the sun from the
east
I mean from the beast
I breath slow because its running rampant
A thing grown evil like a child that was
pampered
Too many destinies tampered
That' s why some see good and have
scampered
A new product for an electrical device like
Samsung
A new product for an heavenly advice like
a psalm sung
Don' t mind me
I am just trying to be
What i am destined to be
To fly free like a bee
And express things i feel
Things they don' t want us to see
I am just talking to myself
And hoping to pass a message that as
we read this we see ourself ' s.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ransome Adejugbe 12 July 2015

A long and story line of self poem. Nice job, keep it up. Thanks for sharing.

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