When fed with the hypocrisy,
And stuffed with copious mendacity,
You can expect smelly idiocy,
From the place common sense never shine.

Drenched in flavours,
Of many colours,
I smell hues that make me blush,
Leaving my face, high, in crimson flush!

I will **** love tonight,
Because it killed me first,
I have lost the fight,
Because it took away my thirst.

Locked in a frenzy,
Pores dripping like crazy,
She burns me with oohs! and aahs!
Lifts me far, beyond, the twinkling stars.

Hot love melted my heart,
Like a knife you ran through,
But you were never true,
Dressed in white, yet wore a black hat.

If it's not the same to you,
I wouldn't like a moment,
A lifetime is what we can do,
So quit acting, no need to comment.

When love is over the sea,
And it is hard to see,
Reason in letting burn,
Feelings for a one long gone;

Even with shut eyes,
And these are no lies,
I behold you,
Glowing in colours fine and true;

But time has worn thin,
That special thing,
For a while, we both shared,
But never said, how, we truly cared;

Bless me with your vengeance,
Curse me with your love,
I seek no repentance,
From hell, or from heaven above.

Gruesome, gory happenings in the land,
One day, one dismembered body,
Young boy, teenage girl, old woman,
Just any unlucky fellow would do;

So, as the Yuletide rolls in,
And the lust for money fills the air,
Maddened fiends take to dark alley ways,
To make a killing to pleasure their desires,

This fetish is about a crazed notion,
That offering cadaver to the devil,
Brings instant riches and wealth,
Often promoted by lazy myths and indolent legends;

No one is safe,
Anymore than we truly were,
But the season triples in the letting of blood,
Enriched by psychopaths running amok;

Everyone prays here,
Like they have any other choice,
Their safety is in the hand of GOD,
As security agencies continue in perpetual failure.

Motorised thunder,
Tearing the forests assunder,
Death lay in their wake,
And the fear, no, 'tis not fake.

There is no one like Hadassah to me,
No matter how pretty she may be,
I have won the only place in her heart,
Where only death can do us 'part.

The kitchen, oh, I hate the kitchen,
He sits there, waiting to eat chin-chin,
So tired after a long, hard day,
I'd sit like a princess, if I had my way.

Who owns the kitchen,
Or pays for the room?
Who works the broom,
Or goes in to fry the chin-chin?

For my dearest little one,
All the wonders the eyes can read,
All the magic the tongue can taste,
Now, is there anything better?

Wake,
Eat,
Love,
****.

Some sense, maybe?
But to enslave generations?
Certainly should be in the options,
Old fool acting like a **** baby.

So, how far would you go,
To experiment your own conviction?
How far down river would you row,
To experience reality of the other's  contrition?

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

Will you allow yourself be used?
A great mind such as yours?
Would you for money go on all fours?
And upon society become terror loosed?

Do not allow yourself be used,
Let all positive forces be fused,
Render all political bigots confused,
Tell them to use their offspring instead; we are no longer amused.

Walk out on your dreams,
And others will walk straight into them,
Yes, you swim dark, sorrowful streams;
There are those who've made dams out of 'em.

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

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.

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

Each day’s the same,
The night’s wet pillowcase;
The morning brings in the shame,
Same time, every time, same place.

She smells like chocolate,
Like lovely, dark chocolate,
Yes, my taste buds can relate,
To this sweetness nobody can hate.

Chew, chew, chew, bloooooooooow,
Filled with nothing, but air,
You should know, life's not fair,
There are pins that make things go pow!

The little one kicks,
Mom knows it's little tricks,
But when it's a little silent,
She offers a little prayer for what the heavens sent.

Here we are,
And you, over there,
Between us a misconception,
But alas! we destroyed the only interpretation.

In the name of whom?
For the protection of what?
Are they now impotent?
The unseen beings in the heavens?

Daily, the conductor bellows,
"Enter with your change!"
Echoing the opinion of his vocal fellows,
Then disembarks passengers outside the range.

Those that scrutinise can't do,
Wishing it was theirs,
Even when I poo,
They point out their worst fears.

Beyond the gates of that year,
Consider the heavens played a part,
Be you lucky to have crossed,
A crossing quite significant into a new start;

Because not many will be there,
Not a few succumbed to our fears,
Of the sheer wickedness of the past,
Eight horrible years of blood and tears;

Whether it be a fortune,
Only time will indeed unfold,
For there's actually something here,
A better story waiting to be told.

It thus happened upon us,
That fate be kind,
Crowning our heads,
With men of authority;

Many be angry with us,
That we ride in treated vehicles,
Chauffeured by armed guards,
And dining with golden spoons;

But they close their minds,
To the ways of the gods,
That bestow opulence,
Unto whom they so please.

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

Ego nailed to boot,
Sow to this precious root,
Your coin will travel,
Far to our place of marvel.

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

The drums of secession,
Beat cold fear across the land,
Visions of peace are in recession,
As the south east threatens to leave the band.

You took something from me,
And wish to be left with yours?
How degenerate can you be?
****** low life, cursed on all fours.

Offer me,
Something new,
A thing  beyond,
The boring ordinary.

The moon was crescent,
Shining on the lake,
It's a chance I must take,
With you, my heaven sent.

Anger mixed with fear,
Is recipe for frustration,
One screams revolution!
And the other turns a deaf ear.

The complexes that afflict my sensory synapses,
And the torments that assail my mental I'm balances,
All contribute to the ambivalence of my tough processes,
And the unwillingness of my backside leaving the soft mattresses.

Many odd years,
The same salty tears,
Nothing ever transforms,
Even with several reforms.

Come, break my heart,
I have no use for it,
Set my walls apart,
Here, come have a seat;

You can shoot me in the back,
Take your best shot,
My life is a huge hack,
Job, poorly written plot;

So, here I am, vulnerable,
The best chance you ever get,
No, I am undesirable,
Do me quick, and then forget.

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

When mother screamed at me,
Father broke into a wide grin,
By heavens, I am not sixteen!
My bald head should indeed make me free!

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

Coconut,
Heads,
In,
Power.

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

Glory to the most high!
For our mist is gone!
Once, we had fogged up sky!
But now a crystal tone!

Many thanks to lockdown,
Who knew... who knew...,
Took a ride downtown,
'Twas as good as new;

The earth breathes again,
Celestial messages coming through,
Unhindered by polluted refrain,
Everywhere the skies are blue, true;

Sadly, man won't continue this way,
For as soon as this enemy is defeated,
Renewed rat race takes over the day,
And the dark night continues unlimited.