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BROKEN, SANE and CERTIFIED is a product of intense emotions locked in the jaws of rejection. Played by the system that was once loved, blameless for the wrongs yet to be committed.

Welcome to another one of my classic's, after STATE OF MIND, PROJECT XX and PROJECT 21....comes another series of short stories retold in poetic form...........

THIS IS THE start.....Enjoy
The first poem drops on sunday.

The chapbook cover is as sick as the lines,
my mind is as beautiful as my grades,
come see the broken insane shades......

DRUGS
I am a consistent drug user
am always high on something cheap
my steps on level ground are steep
am high on power powder on mondays
shouting down the little ones
a joy to show my age difference
the fathers grill on national screens
the mothers watch as daughters flip.

High on greed, messed up priorities
leaving the home of tinubu's hall
following the benz to the latest mall
even my sisters would stop to shop
their legs wobble at the sight of greens
home to learning, moulded to a castle of sin
eyes red with regret, too late to return.

I am an abuser of money in full scale
still very lanky from my daily use
am satisfied but hungry with thirst
still after the range back home
or the new clothes in vogue
am an abuser of the lawless
my hate constantly placed in paper
ignited by my passion, I drag in.


I constantly pass out smoke
exhausted at my broken state
I wait for the fumes to die off
but they leave the trail of a past
I abused so many drugs in my life
but this one is most deadly and wanted
my hangover still continues till eternity
love; a dose of this cookie and I do my time.


WELCOME TO B.S.C

DADDY'S BOY

First of my name, king of all games
last of the same, washed in shame
broken at heart, loser from the start
strong by looks, vengeful of the past

History constanly close to repitition
his story was always a ghost tale rendition
afraid of the very past close to my few shores
sand washed away by flowing water from sweat pores

Plainly clear as still waters
I evade the look like narcissa
unwanted capture by the nightmares I dread
so wishful of my dreams becoming reality...


Below is list of poems ready from the chapbook....

BSC

All journeys do not end with laughter,
Are we just filled with wishful future unseen?
 
Broken at the glimpse of visions untold,
Sane yet mad with fury for tasks abandoned.
 
And yet awaiting the end like references,
Certified at the start, neglected at the end.
 
ALL ARE BROKEN, SANE AND CERTIFIED.

Read the first word of each line downwards...

FELICIOUS


Beautiful and spilling melanin,
careless and carefree with love.
Embracing a broken heart,
ease for a heavy eye.
 

Broken and endowed in beauty,
a cold room for a hot head.
The meal that is always enough,
A break from life's many chores.


Twenty and Nineteen after leaving
I still miss her cozy smile.
Her words were my only comfort.
A home for a broken mind.

(Dedicated to Felicity)

Character is higher than Intellect.
---Ralph Waldo Emerson

CERTIFIED


I'm not the one you know.
The boy you know is gone.
This is another new show,
nightmares without a new morn.


I'm not the good lad you left.
The system placed me to the right,
So I learnt this new way of theft.
Four eyes, proud of my obscured sight.


I'm not the lover you once loved.
My heart is broken, no more cares.
My pain is integrated, difficult to solve.
I bade yesterday bye, searching for tomorrow’s fare.


I'm not the friend that you knew.
So many knives to my back, I bleed scars.
Stunted in emotions, I can never grow.
My dreams haunt me, afraid of my past.


I'm not the son you birthed.
My love for wisdom grew cold,
My thoughts for knowledge's wasted.
I'm just certified and anonymous.


(Dedicated to Chris-Marv)