I put my trust in you,
Yes, you're human,
And I'm human, too,
Forever, sure we can.

No more wellingtons,
No more icy things,
No more muddy murk,
No more shivering in the lurk.

Dark fright,
Night dripping blood,
Jesters howling in delight,
Devils slobbering in one accord.

I see what I want to see,
I hear want I want to hear,
You're responsible for your ear,
And whatever makes your cup of tea.

Selfish ******* that cry for ****,
Wombs that never tire to be filled,
Do not stray across the block,
This field, daily, must be tilled!

I soar, today, in the spirit,
My heart thuds sweetly,
Big smile as I cross the street,
My soul, dancing, ever so joyfully

A thatch of forest;
Green, welcome rest,
All around, as far as the eyes can see,
The dead and dying, spread out like the endless sea.

And she was not fresh,
Blessed with an annoying breath,
But men formed a shameful mesh,
Around this unwholesome breadth.

Many roses are,
But your petals rare,
Many wingers be,
But not you, my queen bee;

On the threshold of your twenties,
Just a step before the thirties,
I wrap my love, again, around you,
Just as it was, the day I met you.

Happy Birthday, My Love. My own queen, from heaven above.

Witch! Gi'e me back me heart!
Ne'er wanted you to have it!!
Belongs to another sweet,
Wasn't yours, right from the very start!!!

I have become unhappy,
Middle age and a bald head,
Every spark is now unamusing,
Like the sombre road I walk every night.

A gathering of coconuts,
Deliberating over tomato sauce,
How to make delicate cuts,
And not spoil the source.

You see the lies slide off his tongue,
Like that bald, bearded singer guy slid into her DM,
The bespectacled minister of mendacity,
And cyber media in a frenzy over their announced engagement;

We have been here before,
History making a case for repeating itself,
The curious darkness that enveloped the airport,
And the magic of that Dubai exchange of vows;

It is two years on this train,
The tracks heading off into the distance,
The origins of this journey we know,
But halfway there the engine sings a different tune;

After holding Nigeria spell bound by their chemistry,
On the sequel of the highest grossing movie in Africa,
We are called to witness the crystallisation of a well hidden romance,
It's always beautiful to behold, something magical;

So here we are on the eves of two great milestones,
A delayed love story playing out real time,
And a commanding life hanging in the balance,
Will the past be dragged into the future

This strong thing,
Mothers labour for it,
Men take the heat,
So craved by every human being.

Didn't take anything,
That didn't belong to her,
She never struggled to get into trouble,
It was her natural endowment.

I will hunt for you,
And make you warm,
Create, with you, extensions of your charm,
You and I, forever true.

Hungry for many a month,
This pretty bird, borne, of the spirit,
Reminds me not to quit,
That my help, not long, is by the door mouth.

All is black,
In abundance or lack,
With deliberate oversight,
We step around that impending fight.

The people have been plundered,
And their wealth wickedly squandered,
But the people have not the heart,
Even, to demand a little, for a start.

And as we leave behind,
The past year in memoriam,
Dearly beloved, keep in mind,
There is no reason for alarm;

The times shall be kinder to you and yours,
In the most unexpected of places,
Ye, none of your labours,
Shall turn to ashes;

The new decade shall count up,
Unto moments of joy and laughter,
Yahweh's mercies shall not stop,
And his protection shall burn brighter;

Welcome, stride into twenty-twenty-one,
Keep hope well alive and kicking,
Despair? No, entertain none,
The heavens have got you, and don't stop believing.

They have created incompetence,
And turned around to mock their creation,
Rather their weep for their useless contraption,
They continue in their perverse indolence;

Look at what has become of this ex imperial colony,
Daily I see the contrivance of neo elite monsters,
Destroying the whole to empower shameless critters,
With evil relish, they gobble up our common patrimony;

Barely working, all in disarray,
The rich fly away to comfort,
Leaving the poor in pain and distraught,
Only to pray ceaselessly, for a better next day.

The light in your eyes,
Brightens my world,
And I pray the LORD,
Will bless our skies.

When the old die young,
And the young never see the dusk,
Know there is something wrong,
When the living, die, over dried husk.

Breath less than a minute,
How long do I have to die?
Age to age, I very much try,
But all they see is wine, women and meat.

I'm stuck with you,
Through the bright and blue,
I know we'll pull through,
Because our love is true.

My soul aspires,
To heights unfathomable,
A place where all spiritual desires,
Are laid, bare, on godly table.

Catch the notes of my love,
Spread your heart wide,
Watch them from above,
As they gently, downward, glide

Each day we look to the east,
To that which lights up our planet,
A constant reminder, none the least,
That our dreams will awaken someday, yet.

Taking my affections for granted,
Laughing in the face of my feelings,
Jailing me in the friendzone forever,
Ignoring my obvious sufferings in this matter;

I can barely face the sun,
Praying the golden ball never comes through,
The darkness has become my companion,
Not interested in any other opinion;

Until I found something quite interesting,
Never knew I had it all in myself,
There, in the corner of my resolve,
The mustard of strength to evolve;

I shall outgrow this phase,
Loving you is not a criminal offence,
Now that I  have turned this corner,
I really do not have any bother.

And there she lay, dead,
Bloodied, vomitus and all,
Darkened stripes lined her back,
Her small frame curled up, lifeless;

No older than three Christmases,
She'll never see another Easter egg,
What ever she would become,
Now, most certainly, we'd never know.

And when the demons,
From your unlikeable past;

Drink sodas and lemons,
With your present cast;

Know ye that time calls upon thee,
To make peace your cup of tea.

The will to carry on,
When the back is broken;
Mere words will not do,
And certainly not a cockadoodledoo.

From hell came an amazing light,
A spectacle, a bedazzling sight,
It went out in to the people,
To cause many a deceiving ripple.

Gloomy days are behind us,
The longest nights of fright,
Sweaty inbetweens,
And uncertain mornings;

Today the sun shine,
On her angelic smile,
Ran around on pretty feet,
And gave the warmest embraces.

Like peas in a pod,
We have been matched by Almighty God,
To be in sweet love together,
And to hold fast, unto each other, forever.

When I was three,
He came through the barrel,
Now I am thirty-three,
He comes in civilian apparel.

Atop the porcelain,
Minding my business,
The world outside,
Moving on without interest.

It is in the nature of the firmament,
TO pour rain upon the face of the earth,
Should we then blame heaven's government,
For the flood that caused my brother's death?

A few wealthy men,
Running around with power,
Laughing in the face of poverty,
Dressed in green and white and green;

A few powerful men,
Strutting around with fat wallets,
Sharing promises to the hopeless,
Allocating lies dressed in dishonesty;

A lot of angry people,
Hungry for something to believe in,
Never known a life of meaning,
Desperate for the chance of a lifetime.

The same hands that delivered penury,
Can never conceive prosperity,
Have you ever seen the graveyard,
Reject the offerings of the weeping sad?

Love me down,
Do me thoroughly,
Run me out of town,
Byt wait, after this, our nightly.

Glorious moments of pure pain,
But with everything to gain,
The night may endure long,
But the morning comes with brilliant song!

Before anything works,
I take out the locks,
Lay out the blue lines,
And **** all the cursed designs.

Grinding, grinding, grinding,
Held by the hand of fate,
Around the dimming of faith,
When hope is difficult to operate in;

There is visible resistance at play,
The pestle strains, demands to be held tightly,
Unyielding stones protest vehemently,
Progress is hard, fine result ages away;

Everything is working in opposition,
Nothing is lending support in the other direction,
Many months after an emotionally charged election,
Very little is left to the imagination;

But something must give,
Now, or later,
The former, better,
All in, all in! Live!

Been on this road before,
Cobbles of thirst and hunger,
Loose bonds desperately insecure;

The lone ranger make his home,
Wherever his burdens roam,
Tears and sorrow are his head rest;

His next meal is unsure,
So stops by a bread store,
Drinks in the sweet aroma;

He looks sadly at the moon,
Crickets joyfully chirp away,
And this ends another miserable day.

Everything belongs to mother,
What is hers is ours,
We all embrace the cold together,
And never question her terrible powers.

I want to believe, canine heaven,
Oh,  dear old boy,
You filled our days with jumpy, troublesome joy,
Sad, you never made it to eleven.

Between the ears, between the legs,
Therein lies the ultimate tradeoff,
Follow your heart or the magic stuff,
One or the other, the question begs.

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.

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