Truth is the neighbour,
I have not reconciled with,
We had a date at the harbour,
And I left her, screaming, in the empty street.

I am not a bad boy,
There is no good inside,
She gave me a toy,
And told me to ride.

Outta the Zanga,
Almost at Berger,
I Slept late,
But can't miss this early date.

She flutters **** eyelashes,
And makes tasty sandwiches,
And when she said YES,
Every other became less.

Away with the angels,
Mandela, he flies away with brilliant wings,
Joyfully smiling with heavenly beings,
He leaves behind, hypocrites, and crocodile spells.

And reality punched me in the face,
As my eyes lost their innocence,
Several shapes clothed in naked lace,
Beckoning to men, and without  preference.

But the eyes by which I see,
Are coloured by affection,
The blind are lost at sea,
So are the fools that seek attention.

Together we are,
Apart weaker,
The dearer we become,
We weather the storm.

Trapped within invisible walls,
For two lunar years,
Toiling, daily, in tears,
Listening to annoying *****;

When the sun smiled today,
A new cycle had begun,
The dawn of a new turn,
Time, now, to make some hay.

She floated on my consciousness,
She danced on my hair strands,
She veiled me with ***** darkness,
She taunted me with ghostly waist bands.

Waves of anger,
Course through enraged veins,
Eyes spotted with crimson stains,
Incensed, she boils over;

Mother makes her mad,
Says things she hates,
Treats her lesser than her mates,
And plays the nagging card;

Sometimes she wonders,
If she sprung from this root,
She seeks the truth,
Day and night, she ponders;

So mother brings wine,
Stretches the crystal, tall glass,
With a smile, she makes the pass,
Then all, again, is pleasant and fine;

Deep down inside,
She knows,
Love flows,
And with this she weathers the tide.

Firm extensions,
Paired confusion,
Throbbing commotion,
****** illusions.

The light in your eyes,
Brightens my world,
And I pray the LORD,
Will bless our skies.

That evening,
We sat long together,
I did not say a thing,
And it cost us our forever.

I will hunt for you,
And make you warm,
Create, with you, extensions of your charm,
You and I, forever true.

Might a place,
In this vastness,
We find sweetness,
In love's space.

And eventually you find it,
But give all of what you are,
The gods have given you a gift,
At least guard it like you truly care.

Marriage is not a place,
Neither a destination,
It is not salvation,
But finding daily grace.

I believe in forever,
A moment is too short,
No, I will not port,
It's better, much better, together.

The moon was crescent,
Shining on the lake,
It's a chance I must take,
With you, my heaven sent.

Harmattan is coming!
Harmattan is coming!
No more grassy lawns!
No more bushy paths!
Get your sweaters!
Get your warmers!
It's gonna be a cold, dry! spell!
It's gonna be a cold, dry! spell!

I stopped looking,
Many moons back,
Then I started hooking,
Up, and around, the lunar  track.

And she smiled,
Aglow, thoroughly satisfied,
She eased up, reclined,
Sated, she belched but refined.

Mushy, mush! Mush!!
Emotions twirl and slosh,
Pack it in for the day,
And go frolic in hay.

I had kept my wits about me,
By penning everything I saw,
Now I am deserted at the shore,
Between sanity and the shallow, grey sea.

On the day the sun blinks,
I lift up my supplications,
Grateful, in many situations,
Wacthing, hopeful, as the sun *****.

My insides guide me,
Tell me what and when,
Whether before ten,
Or well past three.

I'm stuck with you,
Through the bright and blue,
I know we'll pull through,
Because our love is true.

The afternoon is still,
And like cold steel,
Only works when applied,
That I love you, I have not lied.

She talks up a storm,
And scratches like a tom,
First time I saw her,
I knew we would never be at par.

But considering Solstices and Equinoxes,
Life can be full of paradoxes,
The future left in the past,
Or time, a function, of dies cast.

But considering Solstices and Equinoxes,
Life can be full of paradoxes,
The future left in the past,
Or time, a function, of dies cast.

Don't start what you can't finish,
Don't begin what you can't end,
Don't initiate what you can't shutdown,
Don't conceive what you cannot execute.

To login without accreditation,
To access without authorisation,
To sign in without authentication,
To enter without verification.

To the damp, dank dungeons,
Prodded with kicks and slaps,
Limbs broken with spiked bludgeons,
Then onward, to the belty straps.

I put my trust in you,
Yes, you're human,
And I'm human, too,
Forever, sure we can.

If I didn't get it,
On a platter,
Then I would want it,
To last forever.

Soothe me with affection,
Caress my soul,
Worship me with connection,
From my hair's strand…to my feet's sole.

Only I trust,
The beating of my heart,
Been with me from the very start,
Right through six feet ******, and dust.

I keep hope breathing,
Never fearing expiration,
No matter the present condition,
I shall never cease hoping.

Darker faster,
Twilight quicker,
Hotter longer,
Drier better.

I have learned from father and brother-in-law,
How not to treat wives,
Provision is not a chore,
It is maintaining dear lives.

The stories of others,
Will spur your prayers;
Thankful for present fathers,
And the warmth of loving mothers.

And to those that have died,
To keep our children free,
Our loyalty, around you, is tied,
Always, to water, this freedom tree.

They have died,
Our children are free,
We pledge loyalty,
To the tree of  equality.

So I surmounted the obstacle,
That did not make us cool,
I want you in my arms,
Even If I have to pull down a thousand dams.

One rose, in a field of tulips,
Hot red, hotter lips,
Step in to pluck,
Wish me some luck.

Cakes, flakes and stakes;
Here we are to celebrate;
Pretty, Yes; intelligent, no doubt!
Happy birthday, and here's a big shout!!

I want to make you,
A better version of yourself,
Always, this I want to do,
Only seconds on any shelf.

Scion child of the house,
Gentle, kind and gay,
He makes me smile all day,
With joy impossible to douse.