Dust, at the snap of the finger,
Put many lives in danger,
But there arose a band of heroes,
That sent to infinity, the deathly Thanos.

I want to believe, canine heaven,
Oh,  dear old boy,
You filled our days with jumpy, troublesome joy,
Sad, you never made it to eleven.

Everything belongs to mother,
What is hers is ours,
We all embrace the cold together,
And never question her terrible powers.

Thine eyes found me,
When life hath nought for me,
Thine love gave me hope,
When I could not cope.

But between the high and  sounding,
And the lowly quiets,
Rests a place for poets,
Bedecked of beautiful writing.

You say one,
I hear another,
You are my lover,
And then you are gone.

Between fiery and fun,
Eyes that make heads turn,
She pretends she hates my guts,
Yet...I colour, all, of her thoughts.

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.

Moonlight activities, nostalgic,
The days of our childhood,
Looking forward, every evening,
To folktales, to those lores of old.

Standing there, wondering,
Who was staring back at me,
The stranger with the devilish grimace,
Taunting me with a wicked grin.

I sought an angel,
And found a star,
Oh, she had fallen,
Out of the sky for me.

By the hands of ignorance,
We waste precious,
Life, given, to be nurtured,
And not permanently fractured.

In the crypts of Winterfel,
Lay the bones of men that fell,
A rich harvest for Whitewalkers,
Day of doom for living talkers.

Green words of healing,
Spoken since before time borne,
Enemies knew but not revealing,
Blinding powers like the amazing sun.

We have no right,
To question God,
Because He has nothing to answer,
For the evil that we have committed.

They tell you to marry,
And nigh, not to tarry,
Then they leave you high,
Tattered pockets, indebted and dry.

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.

A spontaneous internal combustion,
Causing immediate unexplained confusion,
In all this hazy commotion,
You'd think it wasn't a contraption.

Whence had it come,
That filthy breath of ***,
Cast away this rottenness,
Eating away our wholesomeness.

At every annoying turn,
He goes on, and on, and on,
She knows everybody,
And even the ones criminally unworthy.

Oh, without you, I'd cease to live,
I am nothing if you leave,
This, my love, you must believe,
None other, can my heart, conceive.

Take your eye away a second,
Or bat an eyelid,
And you will be sorry,
No story;

For out there roaming,
Is a mean fiend,
Ripping off female *******,
And leaving no tracies;

The story is awash,
In the pubs, on the streets,
Of desperate ritualists,
Getting into ****** fetishes;

That in used *******,
Is DNA for making money,
Deeply set in the fabric,
Is fluid that oils the maeveric;

So, watch out!
Fall not victim,
Of roving lunatics,
And their ***** antics.

Love is not a two way street,
For when you get in,
And pair with whom you see fit,
Then you give and give, even through the thick and thin.

Bend nigh, ebony goddess,
Arrange thine voluptuousness,
Take mine instrument,
And warm it forever, in a moment.

The day we are born,
And when our job is done,
Between is a grey mix,
Of fix and break; break and fix.

Aye! Aye! The planted seed is anchored,
Joyful tiding from the mouth of babes,
For in nine, will come the bloom,
Heralded by two lines on a strip.

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

The sight was shocking,
On a beautiful Monday morning,
Greeting the rise of the golden sun,
Was the stiff, cold body, of a mother' son;

Dressed in a hat and suit to match,
He wore, on his right hand, a ticking watch,
Many walked by and wondered at the scene,
Eyes questioning what could have been his sin.

This one is around,
Just for the bread and butter,
The other kisses the ground,
And is more than a mother.

This maker of craft,
Draws an angry blank,
Shakes off this annoying shaft,
And misses out on smiling to the bank.

As she turned a year older,
And I thought the time was perfect,
Those four words left my mouth,
Never spake 'em before, and ne'er again.

When it all gets too much,
I run into Sanctuary,
Here, I am in no hurry,
To get in touch.

When the bird sang sweet tunes,
And the trees sweeter fruits,
Alas! tormentors now glory in their loots,
And The People of State lay die upon hot sand dunes.

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

Almost missed penning,

Something to mark the day,

My thoughts roam very far away,

Floating...drifting...floating...drifting.

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

Some, I have liked and loved,
Others,  I have loved and had,
But somewhere, in there, all my emotions dissolved,
Leaving me very cold, miserable and sad.

If wishes were fishes,
Everyone would swim,
But I drop like lead,
Even when I tread like mad.

Searched through the ages,
For the other pea in the pod,
And whenwhen she was found,
The whole world came around.

But this woman found power,
From the voices of others,
Marching down fear like soldiers,
In the sunshine, she's a proud tower.

Among the clouds raining down,
Delivered after a decade's wait,
His mercies are never late,
Oluwaseunfunmi, mentioned without a moment's frown.

The perpertuating expanse of the skies,
The love in a woman's eyes,
Mysteries man will forever contemplate,
More so, with you, since our first date.

Imagination that's pure,
Heavenly sweet sensation,
You, my friend and companion,
To share with, to care and dare for;

You alone matter to me,
The two of us basking,
In the sunshine of our loving,
Being the best versions we can be.

That all my life,
To you I devoted,
But only rewarded,
With sorrow and strife.

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

We sleep daily at the pumps,
And get crushed by failed brakes,
This country staggers to the dumps,
And everything is up for cheap takes.

How impossible to remain with the one,
But penguins do it, and eagles, too,
Men say it cannot be done,
And women pray for just us two.

My shadow and I are in great dispute over you,
He says he loves you better than me,
I say I love you better than he,
We both cannot seem to know what to do;

Thus we ask:
He says he loves you more because he will be with you during the night,
I say I will love you forever, and always, when it is bright,
Now, we beg you, put an end to this aching task?

Should fear be,
The cornerstone of,
Religious persuasion,
And global confusion?

The staleness of your emotion,
Irritates me much,
No bearing on my condition,
Enough of such and such.