Mamma mia! We're dying!
All around us people getting infected,
The entire country must stay in,
Until the pandemic loses its head;

Children are terrified,
Mothers and fathers in quarantine,
Government, surely they've not lied,
That we all risk arrest and a fine;

But we can't, all, be the worst sinners,
What has the heavens against us?
All over the world there are better revellers,
If we transgressed, surely against milder laws;

This is no joke,
The holiest city, too!
Is this the final stroke?
Sudden judgment, the eternal coup?!

So, let it be known,
That I lived in the times of heroes,
In both sides of the universe,
Whether it be DC or Marvel;

Yes, we need heroes,
Now, more than ever,
In these times of bloodshed and hate,
And diseases of unknown origins;

This is callibg out to you,
Wherever you may be,
Earth needs her avengers,
Heed our prayers, save our souls.

Here I am, still a nobody,
Untill I found somebody,
She allowed me on her body,
And makes me the envy of everybody.

Get,
Out,
And,
Try!

In the cold of loneliness,
I have suffered neglect,
Dislocated from your love,
Everything has become misaligned.

When expenses throw huge surprises,
No need to wear elaborate disguises,
Call in those old favours,
Don't care about debt filled rumours.

And I have realised a man,
Truly can never,
Be free of his umbilical,
Eternally bound to his mother;

And when he takes a wife,
The vows become another bond,
Too strong, even to contemplate,
Breaking asunder at a whim

And between both women,
A delicate imbalance,
Where it to materialise,
Portends misfortune for the unfortunate;

Thus here I am,
Strongly contemplating,
Whither to be this way,
Or that, and it tears me apart;

A welcoming warmth during cold,
A place where love w'll hold,
A cool bide in the day's heat,
A beautiful place for refreshing retreat.

Hear thou me, tonight, oh Lord,
From the innermost of my recesses,
Give I unto thee, many thanks,
For preserving my life;

For with shalt I have mentioned,
Thy ever loving goodness,
In the less warmly hole of the grave,
Being pleasant food for termite and maggot?

Thus I lift my heart into thee,
As I look ahead unto forty,
Your mercies are supreme,
And I say thou alone art magnificent.

It's well within my handicap,
To try and outdo my peers,
Sometimes I receive nauseating jeers,
But most times I get a thundering clap;

I can't relate much,
Love is far from me,
Terrible at daring or lunch,
Or a warm evening by the sea;

They say I'm a savant,
An autistic with amazing gift,
Raised by my doting aunt,
She put in everything, and an extra shift.

Separate yourself from your limitations,
Step back, can you see?
You lived a lie, all along,
Refusing to accept, what you can be.

If there be,
Then all would find,
Peace at the end,
But have we?

She has become a shining star,
Now among the Cherubim,
And her wings, never far,
Rejoicing, always, with the Seraphim.

The jump,
Nobody saw it happen,
They turned, all of a sudden,
Bodies falling with a great sad thump!

Full of energy,
Bursting at every pore,
No, not one moment of lethargy,
Sunny bright at the very core.

But why are women like this?
Mother never wants to let go,
Wife wants mother-in-law out,
In the middle, without a clue.

Clothed in this hot thong,
But how did I see?
My mind stripped her long,
Oh, ****! My zipper came free!

Hiding! Right before our very eyes,
Shining bright, dressed in a thousand lies,
The very one that drew tears from us,
Had ridden off on the midnight bus.

Their diversionary stratagem,
Here you see, there you don't,
Dressing up the tree stem,
To hide decayed root and dying foliage.

Come, break my heart,
I have no use for it,
Set my walls apart,
Here, come have a seat;

You can shoot me in the back,
Take your best shot,
My life is a huge hack,
Job, poorly written plot;

So, here I am, vulnerable,
The best chance you ever get,
No, I am undesirable,
Do me quick, and then forget.

Dirt poor, low life lackey,
The son of nobody,
Gutter rat, poverty hugger,
Hardly a warm meal to eat;

But blessed by fate,
With power to stir minds,
Wielding instruments of revolution,
The gates of authority swing open;

Carried on the shoulder of the impoverished,
Feet washed in their blood,
Backed by their relentless hope,
And annointed by their faith;

Alas! Comrade turned traitor,
Refusing to yield the people's mandate,
Trampling on the same spirits,
That oiled your rise to prominence.

Today, all came to a final,
And each part was total,
You gave up everything,
To amount to nothing.

Today, all came to a final,
And each part was total,
You gave up everything,
And amounted to nothing.

Come now, to light,
That a bird in flight,
Caught in a messy fight,
Fell out the sky, the other night;

Mothers, fathers, and uncles,
Daughters, sons, and aunties,
Shared loving goodbyes, sweet hugs,
To meet again over warm mugs;

But alas! With one shot!
Everything came to pieces!
Breaking the hearts of hundreds, lot!
Last moments, unimaginable,
Human error?

Big, hairy, scary thing,
Taking up all the good space,
Foul breath, stinky attitude,
Stomping around like King Kong;

My fears were with me,
They lived within my recesses,
Constantly, each one reminded me,
Daily, of my caged excesses;

But you don't come at my heart,
Breaking down all my defenses,
You never wanted love from the start,
All you brought were mere pretenses.

You bother me; yes, you do,
The energy you bring, too,
And who said you're welcome?
Everything, to us, but not awesome.

Young men across the country,
Are gradually sliding into endangerment,
Commonplace to see criminals in uniform,
Misuse the apparatuses of State;

Against these young fellas,
Already frustrated by a system,
Currently designed to cut them down in their prime,
With no questions asked.

In the darkness there's a weakness,
Terrifying shadows that feed on fear,
But in the light, it is very clear,
That with brightness comes immense greatness.

Who do you think you are,
A shooting star?!
What are you doing here,
Lice in my hair?!

Never thought in several lifetimes,
That my heart would lose guard,
And someone with melodious chimes,
Would play this winning card.

This right here,
Is one piece of shocking news,
That a promising young man,
Has sailed on beyond the living;

Eat! Drink! be merry, for none knows,
What the morrow delivers,
Maybe a basket full of sorrows,
Or plenteous mirth like many gushing rivers.

Wounded by life's knocks,
She built a wall around her heart,
To guard against disappointing shocks,
Yes, that was a good start;

Until he came with a smile,
Some kind of magical style,
And pictures of walking down the isle,
Vowing, never to leave her, in a messy pile.

Hey, what happened to you?
And what did I do?
Last time was... can't even remember,
So, are we lost... forever?

Nothing ever suffices,
In fact, all fall short,
Constant, unrelenting demand,
For this, this and that, and that!

Root of all evils,
Genesis of all wars,
Origin of all maleficence,
Beginning of all ends.

Lying on my hands,
The uselessness of it all,
Planting in the fall,
Reaping from flooded lands.

In the days boredom tucked me in,
And all I was busy with was laziness,
Many visions visited my idleness,
And innovations, today, I'd already seen.

Give love to family,
And cheer those that aren't,
Make merry all, together, happily,
Offer peace to them that can't.

For nine moons and more,
This umbilical connected us,
You, I worshipped with heavenly adore,
Yet, our ways must part thus;

And you must find it,
In your beautiful heart,
Not to feel envy's heat,
But to welcome this new start;

I am a man now,
With a beautiful wife,
A girl and boy,
I'll turn forty in this life,
I, no longer, am your very good toy.

I welcome failure,
Like I bid a departure,
It's always not intriguing,
Until success comes begging.

Whence art thine brownskin cast?
Down to the pits of ignominy and scorn,
Isn't thine form after the divine's?
And portions of glory adorning thine existence?

So, why play the fool,
To they that once were savage,
Whose history is replete with blood,
And orgied in the corpses of hunched maidens?

Let's take some time to reflect on the ones we have lost in the outgone year(s),
For we'll never see them, again,
To morn them, deeply and without refrain,
For this much we owe them, and rivers of flowing tears;

But, then again, life is a turning wheel,
That continuously, must, keep on moving,
However we may presently feel,
The hustle, must indeed, keep on going;

And as we take on another 365,
Men, take a closer look at yourselves,
Everything depends on you being alive,
So, pick up your health cards from those dusty shelves;

Make it a duty to oil your hinges, men,
Run, cycle, and liven up your waists,
Drink water, eat healthy, but not past ten,
Once in while, lift 'em solid weights;

So, when all is said and done,
Brother, you've one life to live,
Don't wear out your bone,
Ev'r before it's your time to leave.

Dearly beloved,
Yet, here we are, again,
Winding down another year's grind & hustle,
365 daily sweating the bustle;

Forgive me, whither I crossed you,
Mine spirit doth deeply begeth your forgiveness,
Aye, the new year can only get better,
Sharing renewed happiness and plenteous laughter;

Our losses, though they hurt,
Yet all glory to Yahweh all mighty,
Christ, Yeshua, continues to reign,
Constantly soothing our searing pain;

I love and cherish you,
Please find a reason to love me, too,
Never doubt the authenticity,
Toward you, of my heart's clarity;

And as another journey beckons,
Into the the daily unknowns,
Remember, Yeshua will intercede for his own,
As he sits, aright, Yaweh's heavenly throne.

The thousandth but one,
On this journey of four lines,
And although I'm not done,
I rest, a while, from the scribbling climes.

Everything has become nothing,
They thought he stood for something,
Now the masquerade is unclad,
And truly, he is quite mad;

Everything is backward,
One peaceful backyard,
Has become a battleground,
Fallen consciences all around;

Everything will come undone,
To this motherland we were born,
And a few will make it theirs?
Heavens forbid! It will end in tears!

My eyes never beheld,
Ever, such mound of pure bliss,
Pleasures of silky goodness,
Once in, no reason, to leave.

Always a pleasant experience,
Snuggled up in your field,
Embraced by your magical build,
Free of all, everything, and guilty conscience.

Something's not right,
But I may be wrong,
Dancing to an unwelcome song,
As though we were in a silent fight.

Mom had barely shut her eye,
Than Sam howled up a storm,
What! But he just ****** me dry!
Oh, slumber, when will I get some?

The cheerful, bubbly man?
The one that catches attention?
Yes, the angels took him away,
And we're too shook, to ask, why?

I have offended many,
That did not deserve any apology,
And attracted a few,
With loveless methodology.