Known Unknown

 Be advised, Contact front, troops in contact. Our inhibitions are dead, we ran into them enroute here. We march on clippers forward, clippers first. The alliance only respects violence, an old tradecraft. Exercise your trigger finger muscle, the time is here. The fight is ahead, we march forward clippers first. Tip of the spear goes where it's pointed. Full thrust forward, be advised, Contact front. Cautionary engagement, definitive execution. All sectors frosted, approaching fatal funnel. Our mission is here, we've rolled the dice. The fight is ahead, we march forward clippers first. Trouble never leaves notes, danger be so close. Remember, victory isn't promised but won. Own your presence of mind, chaos be so close Remember, we are the tyrants of evil men. Clippers forward, barrels out.  Standby to go live.

 Cheers To memories I do not wish to recall To a time I was lost and had no vision To a dark age of lust and docility To a tale of manipulation and unmutual love To holes that needed filling and holes forever empty To a narcissistic psychopath's thrall  To resentment nursed for half a decade To tough choices put off and decisions unmade To living a lie and showing the truth To the close of a tragic chapter  And a wasted lifetime irredeemable. To the death of an invisible lunatic maiden Only one apology owed, to have lied of love. Cheers To mental straightjackets and emotional bulletproof vests Cheers to breathing again

  Dear Unknown Contact! I repeat, Contact. Speedily Engage and proceed  with caution Keep iron-sight steady and focused. New adversary in sight, Troop in contact.   Copy New designation and a different dispensation. Single barrel action, lone riffle activation. The old junta is dead, yet no new allies, No army, no backup and no friends in combat. Keep calm and keep fighting, victory is only won, Never assured.   Be advised No return trips, graves abound ashore. One way flight, no baking out, Remain centred and keep your feet on the ground. More nooses to tie, more hangmen to hang. Maintain third eye integrity, foresight before sight Strike and strike with precision, but strike first, Leave no room for return blows.   Remember Keep the faith, keep moving. See opportunity and seize it Do not over-process or under-price Stay informed, stay aware for times change timely Work the problem, keep the peace and remain geared up   This is unfamiliar terrain, but the battle has never changed. Pla

  Keep calm and keep it together. Your time is here, manifestation is all that is left, Love & God is on your side, you'll see. Ignore the pressure, it's a constant, Ignore & override, but remain aware. Open your third eye, see the lights. Ships are built for stormy waters, Keep it together. Keep your presence of mind at all times. You are there, you'll see. Plan it, pursue it, pace it and pay your dues. Every disappointment is an opportunity to rack your focus, You'll see. Every close has a reroute, you'll see. Koba Aye Koba Alama. Sigma Oscar Admiral Ska, the known Unknown, son of 2 Gods and a woman. Keep it together, reorient your perception. That which you seek lies where you do not look. Remember the days to be remembered, Forget not your anger and darkness, let it fuel your fighting spirit. Remember, a man with nothing but presence of mind is Better off than a man with gold & no rationale. Sit tight and standby for transmission. Koba Aye Koba Alam

 

 

 I have always nursed reservations about bunk beds, I think it's a Kobayashi Maru situation. Think about it, if you are top bunk, you could roll off the bed to the floor, I remember quite well in Jss1, I have had countless experience of waking up on another bed entirely, and finding my bed 3 or 4 mattresses away, the saving grace I had, was based in the simple fact that the dormitory arrangement, put at least 3 bunks together, then a slight space in-between, before the next 2, 3, 4 or 5 bunks, depending on the space available. Back home then, my elder brother and I shared a king size, I still managed to find my leg or arm on his body, the merciless sibling would slap it off in a bid to adjust my sleeping position, but I'll be back with another limb five minutes after. My king size background made surviving or sleeping on bunk beds extremely difficult. I just had to roll, toss and turn, sometimes crawl a mile. If you've got bottom bunk, you have to deal with idiots, who cons

Some nights ago, I fought an entity. As I lay cold on my bag, the hardened tiles scraping my bony edges like I had no skin, I found myself at 3, Laird Place. Adjacent to my mother's room, backing the door, and right in front of me stood a female figure swaddled in black and masked in the same. she had curves and an unmistakable feminine mien, with menace in her eyes, she charged at me like an assassin. At first, I doubted that I could stand her blows. She consistently came at me from different angles - much like the hardships of life. But every move she made, I countered. Every step she took, I anticipated. It was as though I knew what she would do before she did it. As if I could see everything coming before it did. Now, I fear my dreams of being a prophet in my former life might be true. For how else could one logically explain this deductive reasoning and foresight? I got a hold of her and started to hit her, repeatedly at every move & every turn, until I floored her. As s

 I hear the drums of war in my dreams When I wake, it's cannonade rings in my head. I hear the roar of the ocean in my sleep When I wake, It's salt lingers on my lips. I see mother's trident when I close my eyes  And when I wake, its grip still firm in my hands. The sand & shells pricks my feet where I stand When I wake, it's cuts & dents still tingles. My nights turn to days and my days are plagued Plagued with thoughts of her.  I see a stranger, with the face of the mother. I hear songs without lyrics, muses of sirens. I smell the damp air, treacherously humid. The waves call out, I hear my name,  one I have never been called. Her voice still ecoes in my head,  my name still ringing in my ears. Her hands claw at my heart,  Her soft touch feels it's beat & pace. Come to me she says,  come see me where peace lies. I raise my head and lift my lids, Her cold touch warms my peace. Her stare bearing down my soul, Her presence filters the air.  Come to me she

Yes, with brows feminine in nature, Lips beautifully tattooed in triocrome by nature, And a frame nearly perfect in its own nature, Any man born of a woman is bound to adore. With a face that never seems to age, And yet grows sweeter the more it's days. You look like an amphibious entity. What gives on the face is unknown. Some childlike face with a smidge of lotus airy, Little presence of hair, a few scars and an elfen ear. A salient touch of nativity mixed with drab appearances, Always looking attractive but uninterested. With a figure smooth as glass, and a build firmly held. Looks of samurai princess, shyly backed in evasiveness, And yet gets the attention of peacocks. You look like a veteran's Wesson. Majority forget or ignore, a glint of mad in the eyes, A splinter of rage in the head, and a rebellious blood. A Heavy sense of right, blind sentiments and deletrious emotions, all swaddled through and out. Like every other lotus, yet random and rare,  A presence striking yet