We Are The Walking Dead 

 

Although I’d like to count myself amongst the living, I’ve tried everything but can’t seem to shake this feeling.

Over the years I’ve become a man with accomplished goals but yet I still hunger for more. My work ethic is what they adore.

I fear spending years behind a desk or settling for much less at somebody else’s request. 

I refuse to neglect my family, my heart or this passion. All for what, the acceptance of others, while fools chase the latest fashion.

I’m surrounded my men & women who all look alike and have that same look in their eyes. Alive, but not living. Surviving but never giving. 

What on earth have I wasted my whole life chasing? Better yet, who’s ahead of me that has altered the rate in which I’m pacing. 


I don’t want to just go through the motions like the waves atop of the bluest oceans. I denounce walking through life with the objective to simply consume like a zombie. 

I simply wish to be counted amongst the living.

– L.F. SIAFA 

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LOVE DOESN’T WANT TO BE FOUND

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If love is what you search for, look for it no more. For the love from another is something you should not have to implore.

See, most of us have it all wrong,
for love is a journey and it’s actually quite long. It captivates the heart and motivates the soul like a heart felt song.

Our hearts bleed from compassion as well as pain. Mixed emotions got us juxtapose with undeserving friends and foes, instead of giving a rose to the one we’re suppose to of chose.

Love doesn’t want to be found. It’s deceiving and sensitive but pound for pound it’s the hardest and most complex thing around.

It approaches and graces the presence of those whom least expect it. And it turns away and neglects the ones who seldom respect it.

– L.F. SIAFA

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DISTANT LOVERS

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Every night feels the same as I lay in my bed. Thoughts of her wrestle endlessly in my head.

At this late hour is when my spirit feels most led. So I fell to my knees and a prayer is what I said.

As I lay down to rest and close my eyes, my intuition takes over my mind and starts to rise.

Pleasant thoughts of a future spent with her abundant with blessings is all I see, I feel at ease because I realize that we hold the key.

As the morning breaks and I slowly begin to awake. The feeling of true happiness is what I can’t seem to shake.

I roll over in bed and glare at the unoccupied space where she should have been. I bite my lip, as a smile quickly devours my face. My heart not wanting to beat at a steady pace.

I picked up my phone and read a text she just sent. “Good morning my love, forever & always until your heart is content.”

– L.F. SIAFA

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YOUNG ARISTOCRAT

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As he entered the room, the young aristocrat took a step back and removed his hat. No clue in sight of what God had in store. Yet, he was anxious to try and open each and every door.

Many nights went by when he would simply stare at the moon. Allowing his thoughts to take flight, he knew his time would come soon.

He wasn’t looking for fame or even asking for glory. But his name alone stood the test of time and told a unique and remarkable story.

A young man who relished in the good times as well as the bad. And never gave another person a valid reason to be mad.

He cherished his strengths and accepted his weaknesses. And would often voice, “The weaker I get, the stronger I become.” Simply because he understood that in life’s equation success was the ultimate sum.

– L.F. SIAFA

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THE SHEPHERD

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The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want and whom shall I fear? Our lives so priceless, he sacrificed his own, and promised to someday reappear.

I have prayed in the most undesirable places on earth. At those moments in time, I looked to the sky and immediately knew my purpose and worth.

He makes me lie down in green pastures and leads me beside still waters. For this life is not my own, I am the clay and he is the potter.

He restores my soul and leads me in the path of righteousness, for his name sake. Live life to the fullest, because it flashes by like a snapshot and there are no retakes.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. For thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

I have seen things under blue skies that few would understand. Amongst the oppression, corruption, violence and war, I calmly walk through these valleys with the sword of God in my hand.

I have had the privilege to laugh with men who died. But in all of my ways and through all of my days, like a friend he has walked beside.

I shall lead from the front, never the rear. I hold his promises close to my heart, ever so near. His word, a light onto my path, ever so dear. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.

– L.F. SIAFA

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THE ROSE THAT GREW FROM CONCRETE (PART II)

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IN MEMORY OF: TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
With very little sunshine and even less rain, yet it continued to deny defeat.
Filled with ambition and soul, it never lost sight of it’s goal, and learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete, although the conditions were far from fair.

– L.F. SIAFA

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SIERRA LEONE

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How little they know about you Sierra Leone.
The country a beautiful girl I knew, once called her home.

How little they know about your rare pink skies. How unbeknown to them that on these very beaches death brought divided people together to lie.

How little they know about your white sands and turquoise waters. How innocent children turned ruthless child soldiers were torn away from their fathers and mothers.

How little they know about your beautiful women. How they know nothing of your deeply rooted history. How a country full of natural wealth can be so economically poor is still a mystery.

A country no stranger to religious tolerance.
A country filled with third world royals.
How little they know that the birthplace of most diamonds are found in your very soils.

To the untrained eye they look like foggy rocks, pulled up out of the mud. These precious stones would ignite conflict, soon to be covered in blood.

They were traded for money and weapons which were used to fund a war. It’s my animosity towards the degrading and destruction of others for profit that I simply deplore.

– L.F. SIAFA

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