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.

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

Umbrellas to hook,
The skies are crisp and blue,
Oh, what brilliant hue,
Out in the air, or laying by the brook.

The almond of her eyes,
And the sweetness of her thighs,
The spirit in her laughter,
All make her a rare wonder.

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

But whence hath humanity's milk of kindness,
The drowned hopes and expired ambitions?
Affluence eats up everything but portions of poverty,
Served daily to depressed, frustrated orphans of benevolence and sincerity.

When mother screamed at me,
Father broke into a wide grin,
By heavens, I am not sixteen!
My bald head should indeed make me free!

This one, puts a smile upon my face,
That, wears me out, much,
I am in this questioning phase,
Between them, who to take to church.

When you work really hard,
As though the next minute,
Is not a guaranteed linear measure,
And the past is a waste of time.

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.

Felt so much power,
Although I swung lower,
I could reach higher,
Although I still walked slower.

On every fourth cycle,
It puts the sickle,
Out to harvest men,
In hundreds and thousands of ten.

The complexes that afflict  my sensory synapses,
And the torments that assail my mental imbalances,
All contribute to the ambivalence of my thought processes,
And unwillingness of my backside to leave the warmth of my complacent recesses.

Filled with unnecessary pressure,
Brainwashed into losing all sense ability,
Stripped of all decent adornment,
Put under tremendous falsity;

And for what?
To fulfil what society expects,
In the league of fertile life givers,
Underlying a wicked, sinister, world.

Sleep is my only drug,
I get vitality, not from a mug,
Deprive me not of my snooze,
For I make no friend with the *****.

At it's very teary end,
The game takes a grip,
Of those jostling for thrones,
The dead have their final say.

Come, spread out beautifully,
Lay gorgeously on the soft satin,
But give me forever to savour,
Such wonder between these mounds.

Somewhere in the centre,
I drew the present and past together,
And no matter how many times the coin was thrown,
It landed on a future full of the terrible unknown.

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.

Give me a gun,
And I shall draw a hole in your mouth,
This ain't no pun,
Or a jolly trip to the south.

Fire is never hot enough,
Water can not drown me,
That mountain is but a spec,
And failure is not that tough.

The beloved shackles,
Oh, those fettered minds,
Hands that never want to swing free,
And feet always contented with walking forward, backward.

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

Why peek from behind the clouds,
When you can break the through the folds,
Turn fluffy fear into a story.
And blaze in all your glory,

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

On av free fall,
Faster, faster, faaaaaaster!
Then you catch me,
Sloooooow meeeee doooooownnnnn, with your love.

In your arms the earth stops,
Spinning in the opposite direction,
Away, I am all motion,
And all else flops.

Expect evil from everyone,
Accept all good that come thine way,
Truthfulness and sincerity; love and  justice, all are well worn,
For life is not all amorous fun, nor humorous play.

But you always did ******* away,
Now you want to ride shotgun,
Your fairness is not in your colour,
This I see as you lay, beautifully, beside me.

Between clarity and the simple,
A place neither you nor I,
Will find, as a point, so high,
As that of a rising dimple.

He refused to shine,
Then we looked to the east,
But found broken rays,
Alas, these are sorrowful days.

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

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

When I try to articulate,
Desperately trying not to gesticulate,
So I pause, step back, and calculate,
Thinking, if It were better, I recalibrate.

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

For,  against; for, against; for, against,
The tension in the air is thick with anxiety,
A date with destiny, set in palpable angst,
Many people with reasons as diverse as society;

To some it is time to pay back the man,
The very same one that did the same,
A decade back when things were much better,
That same oogle-eyed, bespectacled quiet gangster;

To others a means to let off steam,
In the direction of everything, anything,
Not awake, not even in a trance,
Just flowing with tide of vociferous war chanting,

And yet some others just belong one team,
Having a singular motive to cause disruption,
Believing in no other way to realise the dream,
Of a a group of people united by a decent nation;

In response, the government of the day,
Seem to have dropped their breaches to ankle,
Stumbling along with weird interventions without delay,
Ambling this way, that way, like a lost and drunken uncle;

Every where there are armed, cutely kitted security forces,
Many of whom were previously missing where the action is loudest,
You wonder whether these ones live a different reality?
Perhaps in an alternate universe where costs are cheapest?

It is barely twenty-four hours to march off,
The government side-eyeing a list of demands,
Drawn by a determined cross-section of delinquents,
It is all, now, or nothing, forever!

When I came to,
Awakening to lost love,
I felt my heart wrong,
And knew I will never be strong.

Dreams shattered,
Aspirations asphyxiated,
Hopes extinguished,
Relationships destroyed;

That news everyone dreads,
Like a cold jolt from Hades,
It envelopes all in stiff darkness,
And pours grief plentiful measure.

Some sense, maybe?
But to enslave generations?
Certainly should be in the options,
Old fool acting like a **** baby.

After a cup of strong coffee and orijin,
My mind opened to everything,
I could feel love and brilliance,
All at the same instance.

My heart wept,
When I saw where he was kept,
Unfit even for the dead,
But he proudly introduced his spread.

I make me what I want,
Insecure, shrivelled and broken,
Or happy and giddy,
A fun, go lucky daddy.

Rolling in the hay,
Bright, with warm laughter,
The picture of the us together,
It was magical, in every way.

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.

Still, unmoving, and cold,
The blue eats up the warm red,
Then alone, on the long narrow road,
Floating along, floating...leaving behind much unsaid.

Kick me, scratch, spit,
I welcome all,
With a smile so tall,
And I love, every one, and bit.

The many fiends rushed through screaming like a banshee,
Catching the sleepy lawmakers in a terrible fright,
The golden staff of office glittered in prostate silence,
Only to be stolen in rapturous, disharmonious free for all!

What goes through your mind,
When you blow up humankind?
What goes through your mind,
When you take all the peace that we can find?

Angrily, I said no,
Because she broke my heart,
Ten years ago,
And I did not want a restart.

Who are we?
How did we?
When did we?
How then can we?