Yeah I know what you are thinking
What is the Colosseum all about?
That's right,
Y'all need to know...
But I ain't telling, at least not yet.
All I got is this: If you are an instrumentalist, then in a few weeks your life can be transformed for good
It all goes down at the Colosseum.
Blood, sweat, sand, victory, defeat and excitement.
The Colosseum...
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Thursday, 20 April 2017
Thursday, 13 April 2017
Birthday blues
Once in the earth's revolution
It becomes imperative
To remember that first war
Raged in the navel of the soul
A travail of faith and destiny
Thursday, 6 April 2017
Day 4 of the longest poem in the world
A MAN IN HIS PLIGHT
Dear diary,
Once again the tide of life
Has left me befuddled
I am beyond comprehension
On what really matters
There I was,
Lounged in the comfort
The comfort of an after day
Bemoaning life’s cruel hand
The ache in my back
The after taste of a weary man
When I see him there:
He leans on to his life by the metal
His hand hanging free on pennies
And when the pennies were gone
He held on briskly to his life
Fist clenched on unfriendly metal
Each day passes and he does same
Day in, day out
Nightly when hopes are drowned
And here I sit,
Favored son of time
Worried about when the cock crows
Oh! How cruel and capitalist
I must realize then
That life gives to us
What we deserve
And only appeal the maker
That my tends goes not unrewarded
Dear diary,
Once again the tide of life
Has left me befuddled
I am beyond comprehension
On what really matters
There I was,
Lounged in the comfort
The comfort of an after day
Bemoaning life’s cruel hand
The ache in my back
The after taste of a weary man
When I see him there:
He leans on to his life by the metal
His hand hanging free on pennies
And when the pennies were gone
He held on briskly to his life
Fist clenched on unfriendly metal
Each day passes and he does same
Day in, day out
Nightly when hopes are drowned
And here I sit,
Favored son of time
Worried about when the cock crows
Oh! How cruel and capitalist
I must realize then
That life gives to us
What we deserve
And only appeal the maker
That my tends goes not unrewarded
Wednesday, 5 April 2017
The perfect time to break forth in your passion
Have you ever heard this phrase: my time will come.
Definitely right?
We hear it every day: by our parents, friends, pastors, competitors and people around us.
The point is, everyone believes in a fabled time when every thing will fall in place.
No one believes in this more than the artiste and in this case I am referring to writers and musicians.
But when is that time?
Is it a moment crafted in God's divine clock for all?
Or a perfect juxtaposition of time and place?
Everyone has an opinion on this fabled moment of discovery and recovery but none seems to take into consideration: the action of the seeker.
The truth is: I have come to discover is that: the perfect time in the life of an artist to springforth, is when he realises that he doesn't need the opinion of others to believe in himself. All he needs, is a sense of true passion and love for his craft and success becomes inevitable.
So whether you are a poet or a singer, a writer or a dancer, remember this: you only become an assured success when you learn to believe in yourself first before others.
Remember this as you sail in life's ocean and success will be inevitable.
Always a pleasure.
DAP...
Definitely right?
We hear it every day: by our parents, friends, pastors, competitors and people around us.
The point is, everyone believes in a fabled time when every thing will fall in place.
No one believes in this more than the artiste and in this case I am referring to writers and musicians.
But when is that time?
Is it a moment crafted in God's divine clock for all?
Or a perfect juxtaposition of time and place?
Everyone has an opinion on this fabled moment of discovery and recovery but none seems to take into consideration: the action of the seeker.
The truth is: I have come to discover is that: the perfect time in the life of an artist to springforth, is when he realises that he doesn't need the opinion of others to believe in himself. All he needs, is a sense of true passion and love for his craft and success becomes inevitable.
So whether you are a poet or a singer, a writer or a dancer, remember this: you only become an assured success when you learn to believe in yourself first before others.
Remember this as you sail in life's ocean and success will be inevitable.
Always a pleasure.
DAP...
Wednesday, 29 March 2017
Day 3 of longest poem in the world
LOVE WARFARE
Sometimes My mind Wonders
Perched With Aves In Starless Skies
The fickleness of Man’s Mind
Today Here Morrow There
Does Love Die
If So Who pulls the Trigger
Or Thrust The Blade
Or Loses The Bow
Or Smashes The Axe
I Have Seen her Flames Quenched
By Cold And Icy Disdain
Or Flames of Burning Hate
The Face You once Held
Delicately like An Easter Egg
Now a Nauseating reflection
Of the Road not Taken
Screams Of Passion I hear
From Barely Closed Walls
And I wonder As The Rage Augments
If there Was Never A moment
When In Each Others Arms you Felt Safe
Or If Those toddling feet
Whose Cries And Pleas I hear
Never caused A broad Smile
Does Love Die I ask
If So It Hardly Seems Fair
To Build A home On That
And Destroy generations
In Its Demise
For Those Precious souls
Whose Heart You Built Cold
From endless warfare Of Hate
Are The Foundation On Which
A Nation Will Be Built
Does Love Die
If So It Hardly Seems Fair
Sometimes My mind Wonders
Perched With Aves In Starless Skies
The fickleness of Man’s Mind
Today Here Morrow There
Does Love Die
If So Who pulls the Trigger
Or Thrust The Blade
Or Loses The Bow
Or Smashes The Axe
I Have Seen her Flames Quenched
By Cold And Icy Disdain
Or Flames of Burning Hate
The Face You once Held
Delicately like An Easter Egg
Now a Nauseating reflection
Of the Road not Taken
Screams Of Passion I hear
From Barely Closed Walls
And I wonder As The Rage Augments
If there Was Never A moment
When In Each Others Arms you Felt Safe
Or If Those toddling feet
Whose Cries And Pleas I hear
Never caused A broad Smile
Does Love Die I ask
If So It Hardly Seems Fair
To Build A home On That
And Destroy generations
In Its Demise
For Those Precious souls
Whose Heart You Built Cold
From endless warfare Of Hate
Are The Foundation On Which
A Nation Will Be Built
Does Love Die
If So It Hardly Seems Fair
Tuesday, 28 March 2017
Friday, 24 March 2017
Day 3 of the longest poem in the world
Beyond the skies
I Have Often wondered
What Lays Beyond The Skies
Golden Flakes or Brown Dust
Endless Joy Or Vacuous Void
Who Patterns The Dance Of Stars?
Or whispers To The Moon Go Forth
Who Dresses The Sky At twilight?
And Strips Her At Dawn
What Symmetry Fashioned The Heavens
Whose Thought forayed The Galaxies
Where Her Soulful Rhythm Comes From
Or Whose feet Spread out her Waters
Maybe I am A poet First And Human Next
Or By A Muse I was Conceived
For My Thoughts Like Wildfire
Licks Through The essence of My Being
Or Perchance There Might Be
In This primal Quest
An Answer To Man’s Relentless Chase
From Nimrod To The Wrights
To Soar Beyond The Heavens
But Distance On Distance
The Quest Piles
Each Success A new Mystery
So I am left Here Still
Wondering, asking And Pondering
What Lays Beyond The Skies
I Have Often wondered
What Lays Beyond The Skies
Golden Flakes or Brown Dust
Endless Joy Or Vacuous Void
Who Patterns The Dance Of Stars?
Or whispers To The Moon Go Forth
Who Dresses The Sky At twilight?
And Strips Her At Dawn
What Symmetry Fashioned The Heavens
Whose Thought forayed The Galaxies
Where Her Soulful Rhythm Comes From
Or Whose feet Spread out her Waters
Maybe I am A poet First And Human Next
Or By A Muse I was Conceived
For My Thoughts Like Wildfire
Licks Through The essence of My Being
Or Perchance There Might Be
In This primal Quest
An Answer To Man’s Relentless Chase
From Nimrod To The Wrights
To Soar Beyond The Heavens
But Distance On Distance
The Quest Piles
Each Success A new Mystery
So I am left Here Still
Wondering, asking And Pondering
What Lays Beyond The Skies
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