This, and not, that,
Friend, girlfriend,
Fated, that is what,
Intertwined until the very end.

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

The thousandth but one,
On this journey of four lines,
And although I'm not done,
I rest, a while, from the scribbling climes.

Annoying shmoo rats,
Squeaking noisily out in the yard,
Wish I'd a tom to stand guard,
But I hear they're fearless, even of old, and grouchy cats.

Chasing tattoos, dreadlocks and bling,
These ones don't know a thing!
They take life at the pull!
Of a trigger meant to protect all!

Dregs of the force, idiotic,
Drunken, high on narcotic,
Dressing inordinately, oozing,
Dreadfully unamusing,

They create a ****** mess,
Harbingers of sadness,
Candidates of the hottest parts of hell,
Deserving, one and all, the same horror they constantly sell.

Here we are,
Living within our horizon,
Oblivious of the beyond things,
Images startling to the senses;

And opportunity meets resources,
Things fall into place,
Aboard the wings an eagle,
Off to see the things beyond.

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.

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.

Wrapped in oils and fragrance,
He had no chance,
Fooled by love's blindness,
His one and only weakness.

A group of morons,
Weilding all sorts,
Chased the lot,
Men, women, old ones;

Threatened blood if they thumbed,
Even killed a few to make true,
Burned their timid decisions,
And dared any opposition;

Cowered into submission,
They handed over their sovereignty,
Resigned to generational servitude,
And an unending cyclical incompetence.

Soothe me with affection,
Caress my soul,
Worship me with connection,
From my hair's strand…to my feet's sole.

Luscious red,
Breaks me into some sweat,
Oh, no, she's not a threat,
More than...she's a hot, **** thoroughbred.

Seated in a half circle,
Around their recycled leader
Men and women of ignominious calibre,
Ruminating over matters of state;

Out of touch minds,
Ancient recluse,
Trapped in stone age idiosyncrasies,
Blind to present shifting paradigm;

Six decades of backwardness,
Circular movement without advancement,
Left behind by peers,
Now poverty capital of the world.

So many brilliant idiots,
In the hand of one fool,
They drive his oppressive chariots,
And become his hunger tool.

An enemy,
Undiscovered,
A shadow in the wings,
Waiting to know you.

No oils, no reds or monounsaturated fat,
Lean everything, nothing but water,
But death's bike couldn't bother,
Running you over right outside your flat.

Thine eyes found me,
When life hath nought for me,
Thine love gave me hope,
When I could not cope.

Poverty capital of the entire world,
Terrorist haven, sadness lives there,
Blessed with looters in high places,
In that clone, there is no cheer.

The beast taketh were it hath not tilleth,
And by force establishes his colonies,
He set his eyes on southern territories,
And will drink and bathe in the bloods of dogs and baboons that he killeth.

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.

Has beautiful another description?
Doth thine form require new naming?
Such magical framing,
Graceful, sublime, in fluid motion.

A welcoming warmth during cold,
A place where love w'll hold,
A cool bide in the day's heat,
A beautiful place for refreshing retreat.

Dost thine heart palpitate,
At the sight of me?
Wilt thine congregate,
Where the land meets the sea?

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

Thinks he's all that,
Best thing after belly fat,
But he's no better than breaking wind,
Smelly business of the awful kind.

Clad in me best attire,
Of the finest spun wool,
Dressed in nothing to inspire,
Nothing but a golden fool.

Come, to those that wait,
Hear me, consider fate,
If, truly, you have faith,
Work, quickly, before it's too late.

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.

I looked forward with great expectation,
In anticipation I dreamt,
For months I put shoulder to the wheel,
My heart ached long;

At last, it's here, can feel it all around,
The season of love,
The season of sharing,
Surrounded by fluffy whites;

But alas! A big blow,
Oh, what a way to shatter,
A memorable affair,
Together, with the one and only;

This silent killer,
Life taker,
Dream murderer,
Virus from the pit of hell;

Forced to stay indoors,
Away from love or friendship,
Conversing with the inanimate,
Same routine day and night;

Video calls only go that far,
They don't show beyond the edges,
How do I know, for real,
That you, also, are there alone?

Come away, Coronavirus!
Leave, now, so I can be,
With the one that I love,
Hurry, be on your way!

The good ones have been taken,
The pretty ones don't want me,
As far as I can see,
No better off than forsaken.

Boyfriend, husband, father,
Bae, hubby, daddy,
You may call me freddie,
To me one and to them the other.

She’s not beautiful,
But can take your breath away,
Her smile may not be that wonderful,
But she’ll have your heart any day.

From behind, not inspiring,
Full frontal equally disgusting,
Breaking the hearts of many,
Booking shows less than funny.

I lied, every time,
I mentioned some words,
To you, a constant rhyme,
They're true, two edged swords.

My eyes are open,
But do not see,
This path's not unfamiliar to me,
It's the one I've chosen;

My mind's shut to many things,
Those that naturally appeal to me,
The freshness dawn brings,
The time I spend under the shady mango tree;

But today, I stopped,
To drink in the ambiance,
To gaze upon hedges beautifully cropped,
Basking in the moment I found by chance;

There, I said a prayer,
Of thanksgiving to the heavens above,
To the Alpha and Omega,
For these great gifts of life...and of love.

The sun shines on my emotions,
Having gone through your dark tribulations,
Everything meaningful became useless,
But it all made sense, this avoidable mess.

And when my love floats away,
Be the string to reel me in,
These moments are hot air anyway,
Human nature, wanting something, unseen.

Out of this life,
From this existence,
An a amazing wife,
Husband without pretence?

What exactly are we looking for,
Those things we constantly pray about,
That we never fall poor,
Or comfort doesn't kick us out?

Stop to look at the heavens,
And whatever's beneath them,
The vastness of the oceans,
Gold, silver, and every other gem,

For whatsoever a man sows,
That he reaps and not another,
Therefore settle all your vows,
And be at peace with your brother.

Moving forward,
While about faced,
A lot of motion,
Without any displacement;

Those who have been,
Still are,
The ones that want to,
Cannot;

A chorus unhappiness,
Few smiley faces,
With stomach full of hunger,
Praying for better times.

We have no right,
To question God,
Because He has nothing to answer,
For the evil that we have committed.

But considering Solstices and Equinoxes,
Life can be full of paradoxes,
The future left in the past,
Or time, a function, of dies cast.

Can of worms,
Pandora's box,
Spill the beans,
***** linen.

There's no time than now,
That this country needs a rebirth,
All of the old must die,
To give life to a new beginning;

We just cannot continue like this,
Those dinosaurs have caused enough harm,
They've destroyed well enough,
Turned a bad situation irreversibly worse;

Thus a decaying of all the old ways,
An accelerated putting to death,
All religious bigoted acts of stupidity,
Tribal or ethnic jingoistic anomie;

A nation is coloured by its leader,
Unfortunate if such were defined,
By the idiosyncrasies of religious,
Or backward ethnosocial beliefs;

We are were we are,
Where we're not well,
Wherein we were,
Whereas were we where;

Thus it makes sense to gather,
The lot of these analogue invertebrates,
Offer them a life in exile somewhere,
Where the sun will never shine.

She walked in,
With perfect love handles,
And voluptuous chest bundles,
Oh, where have you been?!

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.

What if the world is ended,
And we are condemned,
To suffer trials and tribulations,
And the warring of many nations?

If I had it on a platter of gold,
And never knew how much it was sold,
Then can I make bold,
My blue voice, in, the common fold?

And eventually you find it,
But give all of what you are,
The gods have given you a gift,
At least guard it like you truly care.

With you life takes on newer meanings,
Without you, no more...just empty feelings,
Glad Cupid shot me,
And again, with no one else, would I rather be.

Beaneath the rubble of King's landing,
Lay the ambitions of a queen,
Burned by the unburnt,
She flew in fiery rage.