No, mother,
Do not be afraid,
Here I am, the man, that you have raised,
You can go to sleep, smiling, now, with no bother.

Will he arise, another,
To give us a bother?
Will he, now,  be stronger,
And fearlessly move across the border?

Shameless outpouring,
Of crocodile mourning,
Two faced human beings,
Putting out shameless things.

And where was your love,
When the entire world turned?
But you claimed ours was eternal,
Yet left me to be burned?

And reality punched me in the face,
As my eyes lost their innocence,
Several shapes clothed in naked lace,
Beckoning to men, and without  preference.

Out of dark holes they come,
Half breeds with little minds,
Cavernous, monstrous kinds,
Shuffling around for meaty some.

Better it is today,
My life to lay,
For a course worthy,
Than a cowardly history.

Constantly you set me tests,
And everytime I ask, why?
Tongue in cheek,
You keep me in the dark;

You reach out into my past,
To ignite dead flames,
To stoke old affections,
And dig up buried affairs;

This box of trouble,
Pray I, you can handle,
These entities are powerful,
Relentless, they stop at nothing;

Once upon a season,
I made a wrong turn,
It is the same road,
And the portends have not changed.

Abide with me, my pretty one,
Give breath, to my dying soul,
This pain is taking its toll,
For I fear, the grave, will shut out the sun.

It's a done deal,
Here's the king's seal,
And when the bells peal,
No worries about the next meal.

The days we had nothing,
We went to bed smiling,
Never did you make me feel unwanted,
Thanks, mummy, heaven's most blessed.

Drop your wings,
I need you here,
Heaven may care,
But I have our rings.

This strain is wicked,
And has a mean carrier,
She evaded the barrier,
And showed our weak head.

The tears that rolled,
Down my face,
Gathered hot pace,
Because, my love, had been sold.

She drifts atop the slimy waters,
Made bad by years of wickedness,
Clinging to flimsy rafters,
There is no escaping this watery wilderness.

Bear with me, my sweetness,
My heart is tied to another,
There just cannot be another,
Farewell, but forgive me this mess.

I believe in forever,
A moment is too short,
No, I will not port,
It's better, much better, together.

The afternoon is still,
And like cold steel,
Only works when applied,
That I love you, I have not lied.

Thoroughly enjoyed this piece
And when the world's in constant search for peace,
They do so with steely silver piece,
What kind then, actually, is this ******, restless peace?

Who killed him?
The Professor?
Or the rope's pressure?

Trapped within invisible walls,
For two lunar years,
Toiling, daily, in tears,
Listening to annoying *****;

When the sun smiled today,
A new cycle had begun,
The dawn of a new turn,
Time, now, to make some hay.

In times of harvest,
Or long periods of arid rest,
Each to its season,
To be engaged, and with plenty of reason.

Unchained consciousness,
Freeing my thought processes,
Walking the path,
Avoiding His wrath.

She's dark and mysterious,
Never reveals what she is,
Lust comes to her with ease,
Rejection fills her with loss.

I had kept my wits about me,
By penning everything I saw,
Now I am deserted at the shore,
Between sanity and the shallow, grey sea.

Oh, well, here we go,
You call one clueless, coconut head,
And the other cannot remember his phone number,
Oh, politics, what a ****** game!

Take me a pinch at a time,
Baby, please don't rush,
Feel every grain, every edge,
Tasty, yes, keeps you coming for more.

Beaten by nature,
Beaten by fate,
Abandoned by the future,
Shackled by hate;

Everything against us,
Nothing works,
All conspire against us,
Nothing works;

Robbers gain entry,
Ransack our spaces,
With brazen effrontery,
Descecrate our ladies;

Kidnappers abduct us,
Demand huge ransome,
We sell the horse,
But ****, regardless the sum;

Terrorists massacre worshippers,
Leave trails of congealed blood,
Whole families in tatters,
Children cry, "why Lord?!"

Soldiers brutalise,
Intimidate and harass us,
Shoot with evident lies,
Then carry on without fuss;

The police betray truly,
Always hostile,
Never friendly,
Quick to open case file;

The government hate us,
From cradle to grave,
They rob us,
Then force us to behave;

The people, non wiser,
Mob and burn one another,
Rather than bond together,
They allow differences tear assunder.

May not have given the tools,
Surely, they have made, no fool,
Turned out almost cool,
With common sense, from life schools

We need each other,
To grow old, smiling, together,
Better halves of one another,
To hold, to love, and to cherish, forever.

Weaned on bullets,
Suckled on blood,
AK47's are loving pets,
And snuffing lives is nothing odd.

Fresh, unplucked,
Pure, like the morning dew,
This, she has docked,
Until, with the one, she will do.

The downtrodden have awakened,
They fear only that they awoke too late,
They have fixed a revolutionary date,
The day their oppressor's noose must be slackened.

Darker faster,
Twilight quicker,
Hotter longer,
Drier better.

The light caught your eye,
And kept me mesmerised,
Your melody floated by,
And left me hypnotised.

The rich become even richer,
And the poor are no better,
Life is a rat race,
And you steal plenty, just in case.

The eyes drink,
Even before we think,
Then we go on and cheat,
Because we are caught in a bogus cleat.

Punch, click, click, punch,
Hit away your frustrations,
You get a zillion mentions,
But never a sensible crunch.

The wilderness beckons,
I go to be  tempted by demons,
Your love will keep me,
As I journey across the desert and sea.

I am not afraid,
To be honest with you,
My love for you is true,
Sharper, it is, than a two-edged blade.

Get away!
From me,
Curse I, the day!
With me, you chose to be.

Off with your emotions!
I found a willing love,
Contrary to your machinations,
I have been blessed from above.

All in one,
One in all,
Can do much more,
Much more can do.

What's the intent behind it,
Rushing off to set questions after eight moons?
But who's the devil here,
You or your paymasters?

This cycle of wickedness must stop,
Downing tools in protest of measely wages,
Extracting promissory notes after rolling weeks,
Only to subject frustrated young minds to ad-hoc examination?

The claim of sitting on ashes,
For days on end,
In favour of a more beautiful system,
May just be undone by this callous act;

If truly you desire a future workforce,
Better than the generations before,
Then act like you truly care,
Allow time to re-engage;

Cultivate their fallow minds,
Back to productive ways,
After all, what glory is there,
In being successful with mass failures?

Toward the setting sun,
Orange in the distant horizon,
My mind is set on this journey,
Even if I have no money.

One rose, in a field of tulips,
Hot red, hotter lips,
Step in to pluck,
Wish me some luck.

Pray thee, never be incarcerated,
In any of the dank, smelly holes in that country,
And may the angels watch over you,
If misfortune were to befall your unlucky cadaver.

Not on a platter, no; even of gold,
This black box I yearned from days old,
Though rotten dead, and frigid cold,
Power, will come, yes! from where it is sold.

Movement beneath the sheets,
Giggles, then ***** oohs and aahs!
Grunts pushing powerful thrusts,
A moment...before the crashing ******.

Cold, cold afternoon,
Such and such crossed my mind,
For hours keeping me in a bind,
Now hope I see in the rising moon.