I WAS AFRAID…

I WAS AFRAID

I was young and naïve; big dreams in my small head
I knew where I was headed; colourful future in my monochrome mind
I saw just the destination; not any swerve, not any bend

I heard motivational speakers say I have to leave the past behind

I was afraid…

I didn’t really pay attention; I thought I deserved the bed of roses
I quickly learnt what life taught; nobody owes me nothing
I stared right at my red sea; I had to become my Moses
Going back isn’t an option when your dreams start calling

I was afraid…

I held on tightly to the mental picture, forging through the storm
I was shocked; Belief, Determination, and focus weren’t enough
I lost, I cried, I learnt, and almost forgot where I was coming from
I realized and remembered the saying “When the going gets tough…”

I was afraid…

I came to the world a prince, but I learnt to swing the sword
I always wanted more; so I couldn’t, when others stopped
I can achieve it, if my mind can conceive it; and that was the word 
I heard that and knew one day I’ll be standing at the top

I was(n’t) afraid…

I steadied my sling and picked up some skills
I was ready to either overcome my fears or die trying
I locked myself with my Goliaths, and adrenalin replaced the chills
I took them down one after the other, that Spartan feeling
I AM NOT AFRAID!!!
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– Jaybee (2017)
Mature Minds Talk.

LOOK UP

I have 422 friends, yet I’m lonely.
I speak to all of them everyday, yet none of them really know me.
The problem I have sits in a space between looking into their eyes, or its a name on the screen.
Took a step back and opened my eyes, I looked around and realized this media we all call social is anything but when we open our computers and its our doors we shut.

All this technology we have is just an illusion. Community, companionship and sense of inclusion.
Yet when you step away from these devices of delusion, you awaken to see a world of confusion.
A world where we’re slaves to the technology we mastered, where information gets sold by some rich greedy bastards.
A world of self interest, self image, self promotion.
Where we all share our best pix but leave out the emotions.
We’re at ‘almost happy’ with an experience we share, but is it the same if no one is there?
Be there for your friends, & they’ll be there too but that won’t be necessary if a group message would do.
We head and exaggerate media demonstration, we pretend not to notice the social isolation.
We put our words into order, till our lives are glittering. We don’t even know if anyone is listening.
Being alone isn’t a problem, let me just paint a picture, read a book or do some exercise and you’re being productive in present, not reserved to read clues.
You’re been awaken in an attempt to put your time to good use… So when you’re in public and you start to feel alone, put your hands behind your head and step away from the phone.
You don’t need to store more names on your contact list, just talk to one another, learn to coexist.
I can’t stand to hear the silence of a busy community train where no one wants to talk for the fear of looking insane.
We’re becoming unsocial. It no longer satisfies to engage with one another and look into someone’s eyes.
We’re surrounded by children who since they were born, have watched us live like robots, and think its a norm.
Its not very likely you’ll make ‘world’s greatest dad’ if you can’t entertain a child without using an i-pad.
When I was a child, I’ll never be home. I’ll be out there with my friends and with our bikes we’ll roam with holes in my trainers and we’ll graze up our knees and build club houses high up in the trees.
Now the park is so quiet it gives me a chill. Seeing no children outside and the swings hanging still.
There’s no skipping, no hopscotch, no church and no stickle…
…We’re a generation of idiots. Smart phones and dumb people.
So look up from your phone, shut down the display.
Take in your surroundings, make the most of today.
Just one real connection is all it can take to show you the difference that being there could make.
Be there in the moment as she gives you the look that you’ll remember forever as when love overtook.
The time she first held your hand and she first kiss your lips,
The time you first disagreed but still love her to bits.
The time where you don’t have to tell a hundreds, of what you’ve just done b’cos you want to share the moment with just this one.
The time you sell your computer so you could buy a ring for the girl of your dreams, who’s now the real thing.
The time you want to start a family and the moment when you first hold your little girl and get to fall in love again.
The time she keeps you up at night and all you want is rest.
The time you wipe away the tears as your baby flees the nest.
The time your baby girl returns with a son for you to hold and the time he calls you granddad, making you feel real old.
The time you take in all you’ve made just by giving life attention and how you’re glad you didn’t waste it by looking down some invention.
The time you hold your wife’s hand, sit down beside her bed and you tell her you love her, place a kiss upon her head…
She then whispers to you quietly as her heart gets void of beats, that she’s lucky she got stopped by that lost boy on the streets.
But none of these times never happened. You never had any of these.
When you’re too busy looking down, you don’t see the chances you miss.
So look up from your phone, shut down those displays. Cos we have a finite existence, a set number of days.
Don’t waste your life getting caught in the net. Cos when the end comes, nothing’s worse than regrets.
I am guilty too of being part of this machine. This digital world where we are heard but not seen.
Where we type as we talk and we read as we chat.
Where we spend hours together without making eye contact.
Stop giving to a life where you follow the hype, give people your Love. Don’t give them your ‘Like’.
Disconnect from the need to be heard and defined. Go out into the world, leave distractions behind.
Look up from your phone, shut down that display. Stop (reading this article) live life the real way.
Mature Minds Talk. 
Poem by Gary Turk
Watch video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=Z7dLU6fk9QY

PAINKILLERS

On a cold and rather thoughtless night,
We stood hand in hand on the edge of a cliff,
Saying last prayers before the inevitable flight,
I looked you in the eye with insights, you were stone stiff.
Can I still make it to the train station?
And take a nap on the railway till a train wakes me up. 
I’ve always been the convict of your actions,
Sweet pains, not knowing if you should go on or set alterations.
I ploughed the field of my heart, raised a scarecrow and set booby traps.
I took you the way you were and wobbled along the dark tunnel of your mind like a blind pauper.
I tore out my skin to make you see my heart and  broke my spine to give it to you.
Little fire flies of promises, leading me onwards through the pilgrimage,
A journey that began with a “Hi” and a smile.
You knew what you anticipated doing all along,
We knew, I heard, but I just decided to turn deaf ears to warnings.
Slowly, you began to react to those silly shortcomings,
You saw the fear in my eyes, the trouble on my mind.
Every volcano starts with little bubbling molten magma,
Every hurricane starts with aimless funny winds,
An ocean of words unspoken, a sea of feelings unattended,
A couple of promises broken, a few unbreakable laws jealously guarded.

What happened to us?

I drown in the ocean of my heart ache, nicely messed up and beautifully undone.
Feeling stripped of everything, except the solace I find in the smile of poseidon.
Hold my hand oh mother Athena, or let me at least rest my head on your bosom,
Until this cloud of pain passes and the flowers will once again with hope blossom.
I’ll take a bow while the curtain drops,
Hoping to get decapitated and become free of my misery.
At a minute to midnight, the moon started to weep
At the remembrance of how all day, the sun bled.
I’ll avoid you like a plague in another life,
If I’m not twice a fool to get caught up in the aura of your attraction
I’ll explore all my options, whether to slit my wrist with a knife,
Whatever will fill the cup of your satisfaction.
My head is spinning. My hand is freezing
My throat is chocking. My heart is melting.
How did the tides turn? Where did we get it all wrong?
I looked you in the eye with insights, you were stone stiff.
Slowly and steadily, u metamorphosed from reality to a myth.
Making me second guess myself and wishing I could’ve done more and given it all.
Allowing fate to lurk in the shadows and let out that mischievous smile.
I’m sorry for believing you when you said we’re not going to get hurt.
Can’t believe I’m once more a patient of TIME – My personal doc.
Once beaten, twice shy, thrice heartbroken.
I’ll like to be sedated or preferably slump into an induced comma.
Whatever would ease this pain.
The immeasurable agony of this indescribable heartache.
I’ll be fine once I get it. I’ll be good enough to shame fate.
In the meantime, I’m sorry doc hand over to me some painkillers.


THE ABSENCE

What if I told you I can speak better English than Wole Soyinka.
What if I told you I’m more philosophical than Aristotle
What is I told you I’m more intelligent than Albert Einstein
What if I told you I could run faster than Usain Bolt.
What if I told you I can swim faster than Michael Phelps.
What if I told you I’m a better tennis player than Rafael Nadal.
What if I told you I can drive faster than Michael Schumacher.
What if I told you I can K.O. Floyd Mayweather with a single hook.
What if I told you Tiger Woods can’t stand me on a golf course.
What if I told you I rap better than Eminem.
What if I told you I’m Lebron Jame’s mentor.
What if I told you I’m 10 times stronger than Mark Henry.
What if I told you I can play better than Messi & Ronaldo combined.
What if I told you, you were actually adopted.
What if I told you I remember everything right from the day I was born.
What if I told you I’m sure Aliens live amongst us.
What if told you Obama staged the death of Osama.
What if I told you I was there when Jack froze for Rose in the Atlantic.
What if I told you I’m so psychic I can tell you what you you’re going to dream about this night.
What if told you this write up has 3 fatal grammatical blunders you’ll never ever find.
All you can say is “I’m a liar” because I can’t prove any of my claims.
But you’re also a liar because you can’t prove me wrong either.
At least, if I refuse to prove you right doesn’t make me wrong. Does it?!
So now, what if I tell you there’s a big white man, high up in the clouds called “GOD”.
I’m still a liar cos I can’t prove that either. But can you prove otherwise? Can u? And don’t tell me about the evils & chaos in the world. That doesn’t categorically or authoritatively point to the absence of a supreme being.
But I’ll rather take my chances of believing, even in the absence of proof, than not believing because I can’t lay hold of any proof.
Why?!… Reason is this:
… THE ABSENCE OF PROOF ISN’T NECESSARILLY THE PROOF OF ABSENCE.
        
Mature Minds Talk.

SHE VS HE

Has this ever happened to you? Were you ever that HE/SHE?
*HE pursued you for what you thought was a relationship when HE was just rebounding with you.
*HE said he didn’t wan’t a serious relationship but HE got married six month later.
*HE said HE wanted a serious relationship but, HE was already married to someone else.
*HE was with you for over a decade, marriage, kids and all. Yet, HE was never fully committed in his heart.
*HE never wanted anything really. HE was just lonely and simply wanted sex.
*HE couldn’t handle your love due to his own insecurities and issues.
*HE was almost too good to be true until his dark secret was revealed.
*HE just stop calling….till this day you still don’t know why.
*HE was abusive, controlling, jealous….just all kinds of wrong.
*HE loved you & SHE & her & her too.
*HE was too wounded to ever love you or anyone else for that matter.
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*SHE loved you but, wanted him and her freedom more.
*SHE didn’t love you SHE only loved the last thing you did for her.
*SHE was too self-absorbed to love anyone else.
*SHE used you as her rebound only to return back to him
*SHE said you don’t do it for her anymore.
*SHE had too much insecurity about herself that she couldn’t love anyone else.
*SHE pretended to be someone SHE wasn’t then the real SHE showed up.
*SHE didn’t know how to relate to HE for she lacked positive role models.
*SHE no longer met your physical needs. Intimacy became a chore for SHE.
*SHE woke up one day and decided that motherhood and marriage was not her deal anymore.
*SHE said you weren’t good enough. 
Mature Minds Talk