One day I'll wake up and see,
See men dropping no more bombs,
To drag myriads of innocents
Indignantly yowl beneath tombs.

One day I'll wake up and see,
See a bunch of desperate culprits
Before their trembling knees,
Seeking redemption by pulpits.

One day I'll wake up and see,
Just as a rose wafts her scents on air,
Soothingly so shall harmony and peace
Ameliorate our world once so fair.

One day I'll wake up and see,
See all men working hand in hand
With a sole aim of invading not,
But to enrich each others land.

One day I'll wake up and see,
See the mighty air of verisimilitude
Dawn upon all men and women,
There's need to care for the destitute.

One day I'll wake up and see,
See it vividly that all women and men,
Whether yellow skinned, red or white,
Accuse not the Raven for a dark omen.

One day I'll wake up and see,
See people of all sorts of creed,
To oblivion obliterate their theories,
Admit to one great soul we're all linked.

One day I'll wake up and see,
See it dawn unto men without doubt,
Walking down the isle to the same ***,
In sullen graves they'll never get out.

One day I'll wake up and see,
See men quell their pride and vanity
Right into the most peculiar abyss,
Regain sanity to draw back to humanity

One day you'll wake up and see,
See with me all these wonders evolve,
And we'll stand in a stupendous awed silence,
Seeing such crimes against humanity dissolve.


©Kikodinho Alexandros**
Jumeira, Dubai
20th January 2017

It takes a very strong woman
to remain gentle!

By Lady R.F ©2015

Everything
That I ever wanted,
Everything that I need,

This is what it means
To truly succeed!

~Lucky in love.

By Lady R.F ©2016

It was
In the deepest depths
Of fiery hell
That I met
My Sweetest Jezebel

It may seem lost
To common reason
But you see demons
Where indeed in season

Can you imagine
How I came to grips
With a chick with horns
Wearing a **** red slip

And those eyes
That glowed green
Demon goddess
Dark shadow Queen

   No reason
To be concern
Into the depths
She did return
   As for me...
I lived and learnt
I'm no longer
   Getting burnt...

How would
Western Religion
be
were it that
Pain is met
as
a persistent form
of diagnosis
rather than
as a cursèd form
of punishment?
















I suppose
it all depends
by who
and
for whom
it is
interpreted;
therefore,
methinks
as a mere generalization,
t'wouldn't be much different!

care enough
about questions
to answer

and enough
about answers
to question