If only men went for,
What's between the ears,
And not,
What's between the thighs;

Perhaps the world,
Would be less complicated,
But again, what's life,
If not what kills man

By manufactured impracticability,
The made up mountain set before the children of state,
Sacrificed to the demon of abandonment,
Left behind, cursed by the  misfortune of birth.

Tarry, oh young love,
For thine heart, I see pure,
But make haste, for time abideth not,
The grave is a cold, lonely place.

But with diabolic intention,
And smiley mischievous disposition,
They hide behind beautiful innuendos,
To leave the vulnerable in unbearable  agonising throes.

Anytime I pick myself up,
To make something for the girls,
Consciously, I make myself stop,
Thinking like a ******* slave.

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?

Creativity is a plate of hunger and deprivation,
With a cup of agony and frustration,
So we go out and blow ourselves up,
To taste another kind of life other side of the hilltop.

We don't want to be mistakes,
But oft life happens,
When the unplanned becomes us,
The no option than to live.

I am in water but I have ***** suds blocking my vision,
Surrounded by meaninglessness and so and so,
So much lack in the midst of plenty,
That oft I question, really, what is my life's mission?

Been away for many a moon,
But now back to fatherland,
Then alas! A crack and boom!
Life ends with a wicked shot.

In love with their oppressors,
Their poverty sponsors,
Unwilling to break their fetters,
Duped by serial fake love letters.

Thinking backward as though free,
Shackled by a sense of delayed satisfaction,
That somewhere beyond the end of the ocean curve,
Is some place where life never ends.

When stars die,
New experiences are born,
When stars are born,
Old experiments don't lie.

To end...or not to end it all,
What other route is there?
This is too much to bear,
Peace, maybe, beyond the wall.

A pure mind suffers no conscience,
The goodness of a man's heart,
Oft brings him in proximity,
With men of darkened contrition.

At a point,
Not out of joint,
My journey will take me,
To where I ought to be.

For the sake of boo boo,
I have to do, do,
All egos aside,
I care, only, to please her pride

The picture I painted,
Of you, in my head,
And what I see before me,
Can only be best imagined.

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

Erroneously called third world,
Could have been, but once upon a time,
Now no better than a war ravaged sorry excuse,
Overrun by millions of uneducated minors and poorly educated seniors;

Old timers reminisce days of better,
When enough went round to even fly around,
Times when the first world was a backyard trip,
And the currency was more than a generous tip;

So when a big bird drops a returnee,
And welcome is a smelly, darkly terminal,
Lackeys in uniform coercing gratification,
Then confronted by abysmal roads manned by drunken law enforcement;

Nobody needs a lesson in enlightenment,
To figure this rudderless contraption's predicament,
And whether the future will bring turnaround development?
Better pray, like they always do, for better entertainment.

Of my happiness,
Absolutely nothing,
Utter senselessness,
To even think you're something.

Don't put me down,
Because I'm female,
Don't tear my gown,
Because you're male.

I've lived with pain,
All my life in disdain,
But now it's summer,
And can only get warmer.

The heart of a woman,
Deep, dark and unfathomable,
Only the bravest venture it's depths,
Of innumerable illuminating experiences.

A man's deflated ego,
Is a punctured tyre,
That can't take him anywhere,
His confidence wouldn't go.

My disappointments held me,
Captive, for many teary moons,
You see, I wasn't born with any metallic spoons,
None, whatsoever, so I became the best that I could ever be.

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;

Love found me broken,
And left me a token,
Then my heart got stolen,
Because my ego was swollen.

From this ***** hath thine come,
And with mine hearth wouldst I cherish every moment with you,
My sinews and better years will nourish and nurture your needs,
And colour your days with brilliant sunshine and magical blue skies.

Block to block, to block,
The greens have no luck,
You can get limestone for a buck,
Or ****** grey outcroppings that actually ****!

The final third,
Now the intensity glows,
They go in quite hard,
Throwing all sorts of blows;

Because it's do or die,
All lines must fall in,
Failure is boring,
This is no lie.

Stroking these one-o'-one keys,
And making rhymes of the lot,
Comes to me hardly without some thought,
Especially in the cool company of a fresh evening breeze.

Moulded in brown,
Built of ebony,
Wired with sinew,
Derived from coal.

See them, see how they raise their voices,
See the way they gesticulate and pontificate,
They highlight monsters from across the sea,
And condemn the critters across the deserts;

But they fail to look at themselves,
Bloodied history of mass massacres,
Forced occupation of foreign lands,
And state sanctioned sovereign assassinations;

These ones can only fool fools,
Not four-eyed discerning minds,
That see through their criminal mendacity,
And characteristic self adulating oratory.

No, grave, not today,
You won't get the luxury,
Of my permanent residency,
Maybe some other day.

Overall happiness is elusive,
When components are in distress,
Never expect wholesome happiness,
When the parts are in a depressed mess.

Many green bottles lying on the ground,
Spilled beverage running down the road,
Piles and piles of ruin,
Litter the the holy landsacpe;

While they find joy is destruction,
But none in their contribution,
Should the state fund their ignorance,
With taxes obtained from abomination?

I'll pay you back,
Trust me, I'm beyond your attack,
For every help you got for free,
I'll double it, and then times three.

Such heavy burden on my heart,
You dumped such bitterness on my waters,
Cannot sail back to the start,
I'm here, stuck, unable to enjoy love's wonders.

Everything is out of place,
In this filled space,
The many serve the few,
And get nothing but stale bread and stew.

Presented in plain sight,
For all eyes to see,
Yet you're flying a kite,
Trying hard to drain the entire sea.

Lessons in defeat,
Get up on those feet,
It is a wake up call,
Get ready, again, to stand tall.

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

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.

The world is a vulnerable place,
All that's needed is a slowing pace,
Anything to restrict global movement,
And watch how economies become insolvent.

Unnaturally alluring,
Enticing, designed to be,
Then every cell disagrees,
Metastasising is every weird degree.

By the time,
This lockdown is over,
While the poor become poorer,
The rich, unfortunately, become richer.

They act one way,
But reveal another,
They say good today,
But really do not bother;

Thiers is a milky mirror,
Reflecting good intentions,
Whereas behind the door,
Lay unimaginable tribulations;

Once out of the womb,
The state clothes poverty,
People pay their way to the tomb,
Accompanied by all sorts of uncertainty;

Thus empty husks await,
Liberation at the borders,
Stuck here, tolerating what fate,
Over there, better opportunity reorders.

So he took my innocence from me,
And frightened me into muteness,
He went to town mocking my silence,
Saying there's not much that I can ever be.

The sun, it rises upon my defeat,
And sets deliberately upon my immense sorrow,
Daily I wallow in miserable agony,
Drown I, a thousand times, in cheerless wantonness.