Take love, knead, twirl, knead, twirl...,
Be careful, let not your ego swell,
Bake at a degree of expectation,
Serve as is hot, eat with dedication.

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

An imp, an intelligent one,
A scholar, well beyond his time,
Both step forward, before,
Their queens turn everything into dust.

Uneasiness, tossing and turning,
Suddenly an outburst, howling,
It's midnight and the senses are struggling,
Thoughts fly all over the place, praying.

What the mind sees,
And the eyes interprete,
The great mystery of the cosmos,
Perception versus deeper conviction.

Beloved shackles,
Fettered minds,
Hands that never want to swing free,
And feet contented with walking backward.

The past is a bride,
That never completed,
Her wedding ceremony,
Wishing it was a nightmarish affair.

For all sorts,
Things of all kinds,
Used, used, reused,
Different items end up there;

From old pots and spoons,
To second hand cars and trucks,
Even underwear and magazines,
Shipped off to a geographical trash site;

A place unwilling to innovate,
Not akin to creative Enterprise,
Always seeking shortcuts,
Thus remaining the world's refuse heap.

Whence art thouest from, oh son of perdition?
For mine ***** knowest thine not,
Ye have tarnished thine heritage,
Even if nothing good ever came thereof.

But we are not at war,
This peace of ours demands too much blood,
Life has become an easy offering,
To the gods of acrimony and senseless aggrandisement.

Between the love making and making money,
Between the rat race and racing formula one machines,
Are moments of quiet confusion,
And times, of noisy calm.

Nothing to scream about,
Or throw vein popping tantrums,
Nothing to sulk about,
Or break fragile eardrums.

It's a race, but what kind?
A selfish one, no?
An economic one, yes?
But why bother?

Because playing out,
Hidden in plain sight,
Or the other way around,
Is corporate pharma warfare;

A renowned template,
For catalysing new prosperity,
Jumpstarting comatose economies,
For the advancement of works greed;

So, here we are,
The bear and the lion,
Their cubs enabling their egos,
Other animals their lab rats.

The world tries to tear us asunder,
They say we can't love each other,
Our kind don't belong together,
We're brother and sister.

With one great push,
And with all our great mothers,
Opening the heavens with gentle assurances,
Out came our bundle, resplendent in every way.

Hardly any good,
What man has ever created,
Guns, explosives, prostitution,
Gangsters in the hood,
Sad, this doom, uncannily initiated.

The best time to be awake,
Is through the night,
Even if there's no light,
It's okay to binge on that cake.

The credibility of the toilet,
Is to be full of **** and ****,
Take both in copious amounts,
And give nothing back, save relief;

Something many of them,
Will never amount to,
All they can ever offer, anyone,
Is a plateful of sorrow and tears.

The devil died in my arms last night,
She gave up without a fight,
I had lived with sweaty fright,
Always melting into something light.

Do not love too much not to get hurt,
Keep the wall up enough to jump over,
For many wander the streets of insanity,
Not of needles, of powders or of tablets.

A man whose time has come,
His darkness shines brighter than the morning,
Shadows are always running,
As success is the new morning.

Hunger holds me by the scruff,
Life has been so tough,
Nothing I get is ever enough,
Who will give me some stuff?

Everything in its place,
In this peaceful space,
Being here by special grace,
Something no devil can ever replace.

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

How can you, a loud despot,
A tyrant of mean reputation,
Now offer a democratic solution,
To the same problems you quietly  support?

Thinking laterally from this point,
Or diagonally up a steep incline,
Thinking vertically, ascending,
Or descending without losing the nuts and bolts of this matter.

Awareness?
Existence?
Interaction?
Emotion?

Stopping by this edge,
To smell the spring roses,
In the far distance, commotion,
Carneries dancing in a pond;

Gloomy looking workers,
Slunking off to site,
Tired looking eyes,
Forcing reluctant legs along;

Sprightly children,
Dancing off to school,
Shiney brown sandals,
Stomping dirt roads;

The many governed by a few,
Grains stored up for the few,
Poverty and sorrow for the many,
The little, always available for the many;

Tiny speck, unseen,
Huge beast, terror to the eye,
Soft, fluffy, pleasant to the touch,
Odoriferous, prickly avoided by all;

Black people wake up one morning,
To white people on their shore,
Four hundred years later, across the sea,
Mixed race people face discrimination;

Terrible claws swooping in from above,
Little furry friend darting around for bits of this and that,
Unbeknownst calamity bearing down on silent wings,
Delivered just before the next available hiding place.

You can never get it all,
Everything you ever wanted,
Those things you always dreamt of,
That...complete... package.

I was drawn to something,
Everything about you,
Then you took it all,
And made me look stupid.

Silence cut through thick expectation,
Minds already at wits end hopeful,
For some favourable mention,
At least the cup can be half full;

The people of state are in a frenzy,
Day and night they stand watch,
Not a time to be lazy,
Bonfires pierce the night like a torch;

Criminals are on the loose,
Tiny looking lads called the untouchables,
Ask the vulnerable to choose,
Between life or their valuables;

The otherwise heavy-handed jackboot,
Suddenly has grown light,
They that delight in shared loot,
Miraculously have blended with the night;

So, here we are on another leg,
A journey within four walls,
With nothing, even a happy keg,
To quench the longing in swollen *****

If we actually did stand,
Every time we felt like taking a seat,
We would have saved time otherwise,
Spent on benevolent knees.

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

Blood chilling howls of the children of state float into nothingness,
Merchants of destruction revel in the trade of wanton killings,
Powers and principalities celebrate a marriage of economic convenience,
Deaf, blind and mute to the daily anguish of the people of state.

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

She floated on my consciousness,
She danced on my hair strands,
She veiled me with ***** darkness,
She taunted me with ghostly waist bands.

Under the hardship of poverty,
And persistent lack of anything comfortable,
The people have turned a brutal lot,
Not minding whether their leaders perish;

But why blame them?
All they have known is impoverishment,
From cradle to grave is a struggle,
With no affection from the top;

The people attend rotten hospitals,
Learn, if at all, in crumbling schools,
Move around in rusty public transport,
And are buried in overgrown graveyards;

And when the forces bless their tormentors-in-chief,
With ailments of Eastern origins,
And cannot go to Western lands for cure,
The people are glad, and dance to karma's melodious rhythms.

Teeth sunk in the jugular,
With no hope in sight,
Then one, two, the whole herd!
Bravely rekindled hope for one last fight!

Pretty as a picture,
But harbours an ugly secret,
She's a human waste collector,
****** and **** on for dollars.

In my eyes, my eyes,
I see, oh, yes! I see,
Hotter things than can be,
Much colder, even colder than ice;

When too big, too big,
Enormous even by all standard,
And failure a distant thought,
Nothing is large enough to scare;

The little ones that make big things,
So they withdraw their unnoticed labour,
Put down tools and make a protest,
Saying what the heck! We made you!

So much power,
But do they know?
Of course they don't,
Overworked even to bother;

But the day the sun shines,
On their consciousness,
And they are filled with enlightenment,
Olympus will have to sit up!

There is quiet fire, raging,
A gentle tsunami, rolling,
Silent whirlwind, breezing,
Calm storm, brewing.

Carroty hair,
Ginger beard,
Hour glass figure,
Snow White teeth;

Wait...what?
There are no children starving?
Adults living in cartons?
Nations rising against nations?

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.

When I stand in the shadows,
Of the ancient ruins of,
The grand old pyramids of Egypt,
In the same colours of their makers;

I wonder at the magnificence,
Of my ancestors in all their glory,
As they wrote their legacies,
From everlasting unto the very end.

Better late than not,
The long, drawn night,
Full of agonising fright,
Will not be our continued lot.

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

When I pour the contents of my desperation,
Upon the tormentors of my miserable existence,
Only one outcome is surer than eternal damnation,
They will never stop paying recompense.

Tears woke me today,
When mother gave me away,
My heart was torn in two,
As I wondered what to do.

Soaring from the ground,
The elemental sits atop the realms,
Though it may not be profound,
Yet wields the greatest might to lead the kingdoms.

Online, everywhere,
But with great convenience,
And accessibility anywhere,
Comes with even greater vulnerability.

Growing up was lonesome,
Didn't believe I was awesome,
In fear of everything,
Self esteem was nothing.