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

What if the world is ended,
And we are condemned,
To suffer trials and tribulations,
And the warring of many nations?

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

He came around every Thursday for alms,
This old ***** beggar from the North,
Father would host him under the tree,
He never missed his weekly sadaka;

But father breathed his last on Sunday,
Mother was distraught, besides herself,
Everyone said one good thing or the other,
Plenty tears to last his eighty earthly years;

So he ambles in like he would,
Sits under his usual shade,
Then someone says to him, "Baba yamutu..."
And he jumps up in raw exclamation!

Never seen such genuine show of surprise,
He truly expected the old man to live forever,
Much later, in quiet sorrow, pays condolences,
Picks up his satchel and stumbles into the sunshine.

Almost missed penning,

Something to mark the day,

My thoughts roam very far away,

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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?

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.

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

The end begins,
When I take up my cross,
Redeeming my previous loss,
The beginning of better endings.

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.

She is such a woman,
And am I her man?
She believes in me,
And is this what I see?

I am involved,
With this girl,
She'll be the death of me,
But do I care?

Death holds me not in remembrance,
Sickness holds me not in remembrance,
I have become THE ADORED,
Not to be mocked, by the ENTIRE world.

The feelings for a girlfriend,
When she becomes a wife,
Should not end,
After she brings forth life.