In the name of whom?
For the protection of what?
Are they now impotent?
The unseen beings in the heavens?

Many odd years,
The same salty tears,
Nothing ever transforms,
Even with several reforms.

Oh, well, here we go,
You call one clueless, coconut head,
And the other cannot remember his phone number,
Oh, politics, what a ****** game!

My heart yearns for thee,
Oh, my lady of verses,
Take me in our warm caresses,
Now, lest my feet doth flee,

I find in thee passion,
A burning desire,
Ten times stronger than the most potent love potion,
It consumes my heart and sets me afire;

Praying, I beg thee my lady,
Deny me not for this is beautiful,
It is intoxicating like fine brandy,
Take it away, then fall I, badly, into dark sorrow's pool.

Who killed him?
The Professor?
Or the rope's pressure?

We speak without words,
Talk without saying anything,
We fight without swords,
Yet we are our everything.

Been on this road before,
Cobbles of thirst and hunger,
Loose bonds desperately insecure;

The lone ranger make his home,
Wherever his burdens roam,
Tears and sorrow are his head rest;

His next meal is unsure,
So stops by a bread store,
Drinks in the sweet aroma;

He looks sadly at the moon,
Crickets joyfully chirp away,
And this ends another miserable day.

Wrap your heart around me,
Embrace me with your soul,
Let all tongues see that you own me,
From head's hair, to feet's sole.

Collapse your differences,
Unite those preferences,
Form a mould of unity,
With our colourful diversity.

Life's double standards,
The weak achieve greatness,
And I get served innards,
Working the city's rotten vastness.

Leathery vermins,
All over the place,
Smelly rotens,
Invading my bachelor space.

Tension, in my *****,
Caught a whiff of you,
****! What;s a man to do?
And here, no gold coins.

If I had my way,
And fate, not any say,
Our daughters would have your eyes,
And every night, not cold as ice.

Soaked in crimson,
I lay lifeless, shattered and cold,
I kissed my wife this morning,
But at sundown she is mourning.

Said she, die I today,
No husband to weep for me,
No children to wail over me,
But is this love anyway?

Hard to keep my eyes away,
From the voluptuousness strutting the streets,
*** in stilettos and tight pants,
Rouge lips and screaming cleavages.

Goes 'bout mouthin' the bend,
Talkin' from the rear end,
Mirrors fools quippin',
With grey matter drippin'.

Dark fright,
Night dripping blood,
Jesters howling in delight,
Devils slobbering in one accord.

Dry in the mouth,
Chest thumping,
Palms dripping,
Confidence heading south.

That moist thatch of loneliness,
Buried between sadness,
Begs for warm fondness,
And a generous dose of roughness.

Punch, click, click, punch,
Hit away your frustrations,
You get a zillion mentions,
But never a sensible crunch.

A dozen laxatives,
To flush your stupidity,
And no sedatives,
To ease your depravity.

The very reverend bigot,
Shamelessly oblique crackpot,
Says one thing in the light,
And does another at night;

What I feel is wrong,
Like I want to end this,
And I am not strong,
But still, I want to end this.

Is who you are,
When the world turns cold,
And without remorse,
You serve with steely cadence;

Nothing to lose,
The die is cast in blood,
The shadows bleed crimson,
And the light is as dark as night;

Only one can stop,
This ominous fiend,
The being in himself,
His conscience when sated.

I have become unhappy,
Middle age and a bald head,
Every spark is now unamusing,
Like the sombre road I walk every night.

Every cell bursting with joy,
These feet can not stop dancing,
Did not get one toy,
But will not stop singing.

This red gold you own,
Freely give to save a life,
Across race or creed,
It unites every one human and every being.

Didn't take anything,
That didn't belong to her,
She never struggled to get into trouble,
It was her natural endowment.

I have frolicked among the ashes,
And I have kissed the bottom of disgust,
Poverty has adorned my back,
And wretchedness become my close companion;

Deserted by goodwill,
I am destitute,
In the ruins of failure,
Fate has left me no joy;

The sun rises upon my defeat,
And sets on my immense sorrow,
Daily I wallow in agony,
Drown I, in cheerless wantonness;

Tattered dreams inflicted my senses,
They rob me of sleep,
I lay awake, trembling,
Fearful of the shameful morning.

This bald man stares at me,
In the mirror across the room,
He had dreadlocks at seven,
A full haired Nazarene.

I doubt myself,
Many times unsure,
Would I make that impact,
Or be forgotten like I never came?

Will hell freeze over if I left you,
Or the heavens fall?
Would time never stroke the hour,
If I said my last goodbye?

Money, fast cars and women,
A good appetite to the dozen,
All these don't make my team,
It's simply because you're my dream;

Make it come true,
I'll give you a clue,
Be my sun-screen,
Then I'll rub you all over, my beauty queen.

Constantly you set me tests,
And everytime I ask, why?
Tongue in cheek,
You keep me in the dark;

You reach out into my past,
To ignite dead flames,
To stoke old affections,
And dig up buried affairs;

This box of trouble,
Pray I, you can handle,
These entities are powerful,
Relentless, they stop at nothing;

Once upon a season,
I made a wrong turn,
It is the same road,
And the portends have not changed.

Hips that glorify the heavens,
And a smile that wakes up the dead,
They tempt me, when your lips are red,
And your scent leaves me in sixes and sevens.

The eyes drink,
Even before we think,
Then we go on and cheat,
Because we are caught in a bogus cleat.

Before anything works,
I take out the locks,
Lay out the blue lines,
And **** all the cursed designs.

Fear befriends me,
Wraps me in blind embrace,
In the stillness of space,
Harmony is all I see.

With bags of gratification,.
We sell to them four years,
And live through the pain and tears,
Not learning, we go through the motion.

Comes to them naturally,
And we gobble ever so stupidly,
Every four years, this tradition,
Carries on without emotion.

All is black,
In abundance or lack,
With deliberate oversight,
We step around that impending fight.

In times of harvest,
Or long periods of arid rest,
Each to its season,
To be engaged, and with plenty of reason.

Has beautiful another description?
Doth thine form require new naming?
Such magical framing,
Graceful, sublime, in fluid motion.

Will he arise, another,
To give us a bother?
Will he, now,  be stronger,
And fearlessly move across the border?

Aye! A look alike?
Such fearsome semblance,
He boasts untamed advance,
Daring a counter strike.

He shook the leaves vigorously,
Threatening vengeance and blood,
They had riddled his master callously,
And now they would pay with tidal crimson flood.

In the little sacrifices,
Of joyful long suffering,
Or upon the mountaintop over the grey seas,
With very little meaning.

Ego nailed to boot,
Sow to this precious root,
Your coin will travel,
Far to our place of marvel.

Eyes that melt a bad day,
And hold the blues at bay,
Nothing can hold my smile,
When your voice comes after the dial.