Do you know Solomon of love? Cause I can tell you about the love of Solomon.
Solomon cries, he has issues, issued in a male-magazine. Magazine to refill our knowledge that all MEN are created equal.
This has nothing to do with an athlete called Oscar Prestorius cause Solomon never owned a gun. Gun gives birth to a metaphorical insult known as "Son of a Gun"
Bullet is the name of my girlfriends Dog that triggered her father to shoot in the air.(BANG!) But Bullet's bite is not as loud as his bark (personified). And Bark is the name of tree we engraved the date of our first meeting I had with Delila. And I hope that oneday we'll plant seeds of love and grow our own family tree...

I fix my actions by choosing my words right. But does that mean I have to Verb my way out of every reaction or should I noun to sound right?

I don't taste good on the ears and I don't sound right on the eyes either. You shouldn't teach a new dog old tricks is my only reason I shout at dark clouds to remind them that RED is the only colour to bleed.

Yet Red is For Danger, but does that mean Roses are dangerous too? And the secret smell behind how Jesus Rose, doesn't perfume me well...either way the thorns are the reason we bleed...

There's no police yet my hands are up. See, If what I say goes hand in hand with words of Christianity or any Afrikan Religion, it only does so because the language of fear and repetition of the mind has discovered it to be true. Because truth don't belong to a Culture or Faith or what so ever:

But how the truth lies naked in a bed of lies, is completely unacceptable...but if the police keep my hands in the air I might just catch the feeling of how religion feels like. Even if what I say about christianity doesn't go hand in hand with my actual beliefs..I have no other choice but to hold on, because if I fall I'd fall for nothing, unless if there be a woman I can sin with... **** *** is just everything I what so ever wishes to feel, because the Holy spirit hasn't been around much...

Street corners belong to women too...
Trust no one, even if they come in pairs...to convince you otherwise.

Maybe they-re just born that way, or maybe I'm just a good target that has enough goods to take-away, I took her number but she stole my phone...How the heck am I gonna call her?

******* inked on a human flesh. Girl, you should've been an Artist cause wherever your hands touch they leave a sting... And it's funny how things ended by You being the only One laughing at the end. Because I can promise you that if the moon would become broke, I'd pick up its pieces and stab you on the back...

...From the back because I heard that you love it from behind, its not because I'm a slacker, but its just that I don't mind coming second, trust me... Its better if you come first either in my life or in bed..

I came, I saw and watched the clock as it watches me watch it. ****! My grandpa was right; Nowadays with all these "DRUGS" and "DISEASES" walking around is the main reason why so many of our beautiful youth are filling the graves...

Either falling to fill the grave, or falling in love to fall pregnant...even if the disease came as honest as unsafe ***, "if she is a beauty" you'd never neglect it, like my Grandmother said... *** sells, but it Comes cheap and leaves at a very expensive price...it might take your health, or probably maybe your life...

I have bled and I'm still bleeding. Love is painful, and so are the thorns of a Rose. We rose like roses. We blossom, we sprung. We stay together like the Black & White keys of Piano. No segregation just beauty and purity. We beauty soulful that is Music, when You & I collide...

#Lets stay together like "DO RE MI FA and SO"

I had a bone, so I threw it in the bush... I guess this ***** doesn't believe in things that are far fetched.
Out of your schoolbag, give me pen & ruler, cause this is where I will draw the line.
Nowadays I get curious... (Like a young boy who never got the answer to the Question, "Where do babies come from?")
Sometimes life and living are completely two different things: Like a young mother telling a biology student that he never had a Father...  
I'm a Skinny guy with big fat imagination... Size doesn't matter, Does that make you feel any better?
Nah! We both know where babies come from. But we both don't know which direction babies are going to...
Nine-months later, the truth always comes out... I am Father to Poetry... But I'm not yet ready to be Father, so the EXIT sign is a must...

#Hello, Goodbye.

If a killer says she's dead, then she's really dead...
If the best says she's good, then she's really good.
And If a dog says its a *****, then its really a *****...

But, if a lier says "that's the truth"

#Ahem!

1960: 1 camera per 1000 people.
2015: 2 cameras per person.