Chukwunonso Ibe

The suffering I suffer isn't self inflicted but I take responsibility, I'm hearing but I'm not listening, the kind of pain from utterances from strangers, I watch some television and I've made some analysis, I've gotten sad recently from memories that I had that were good but no more, as good as they were being in charge and on your guard guides the flow steady, the patches and rough spots, so blind, family and friends close, forgotten soon to be remembered, I like to think there were simpler times when I could just send a message, a voice note should be alright, I was telling someone yesterday that phone calls though old aren't outdated and that electronic messages are actually of a modern form of communication but people still want their phone call or feel a phone call is more important and I suffered this, the competing, all in it's place...

I have survived what I will survive, I know how far I've come with my writing and I know the triggers that I have, I'm satisfied with my creative output or outlet and I only hope and work for better or worse, getting stronger, warrior with a cause, warrior with a rite, hate it or love it you stole my bite or just playing, round and round merry gogo dancer, sound and frowned, crowned, I have survived what I will survive, I know how far I've come with my writing and I know the triggers that I have, I'm satisfied with my creative output or outlet and I only hope and work for better or worse.

To be in America, a feeling I am one too familiar with, I was sold on the cinemax, the big silver screen was my idea of America, I wondered little what it meant to the other guys cause I was sure they saw it too on screen first or who knows, I heard about Mr. Trump and that he was someone, I did what I could to stay clean and cleaned also, leaders and leaderships of tomorrow, didn't bother me much but as an artist I guess I appreciate that with time and collaborating, speaking English, some try to find fault in the little things and forget to appreciate how much they have accomplished only by being present sometimes, I saw all this in time and all my bruises and wounds, I see the decoration left behind by great men and women, food and water, the disco, fountains, libraries, stadiums 🏟 just some of the little mighty things left to us by the gods and God, all these always makes me wonder what we are fighting for or about but you know what? I know why we are fighting, it's desire and direction and demand, tripple d's, having no reason nor requisite for these things, even seeing them as from satan, and also God works in mysterious ways, as innocent people who practice their own laws are at risk and in danger from other-wiser realities, negative habits that do not wait for me to know or even make my mind up, I maybe blown away, I maybe sick with disease, I maybe sad and depressed but I have learnd the impotence of work and how much it brings to the table in human development, people want to talk about truth and lies and also have righteousness, I could tell a lie, I also could tell the truth, it's different for people but if I am sure about anything is that people need to work, to be contributing your quota to absolutely enjoy the rewards of what you seek and not looking at what other people have, creating room for harvesting envy and jealousy, actions that have a place in a healthy mind or shouldn't stay for too long, life is hard and that's what compliments the decorations where we find pleasure, in art and wherever more you look to be in America, a feeling I am one too familiar with, I was sold on the cinemax, the big silver screen was my idea of America, I wondered little what it meant to the other guys cause I was sure they saw it too on screen first or who knows.

Billboard,

Mirror,

Gym Ceiling,

Gym in Building,

Night Scene,

Towers in Cairo,

Nile River,

Desk Set Furniture,

Two Lamps,

Bed Time,