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

The long and unending nothingness,
Bright light or thick black,
Strung by the neck,
Or shot in face, neck and torso;

For killing a girlfriend,
Or stealing common patrimony,
For creating a deadly virus,
Or ****** a week old infant.

And just like that!
A single cowardly shot!
Life given no chance to start,
Another ****** from the lot;

As though, it appears,
Former colonies of Her Royal Majesty,
Have become mindless rippers,
Tearing souls with reckless travesty;

Here the Coronavirus has killed less,
And brutality snuffed out more,
It's all a shameful mess,
Security agencies in ****** galore;

The vestiges of colonisation,
Suppression and marginalisation,
Brutality, segregation and classification,
Kleptomania, nepotism and crass corruption.

Quite oft' we're haunted,
By the choices we make,
The life we wanted,
Over what's at stake.

The warmth of family and dear friends,
Hot red and dazzling white,
The beauty of evening sunlight,
Together, you and I, until the journey ends.

My personal joy's all I have,
Difficult but it's mine after all,
Depression's  not easy to stave,
I dig deep and walk tall.

Fire is never hot enough,
Water can not drown me,
That mountain is but a spec,
And failure is not that tough.

Somewhere in the centre,
I drew the present and past together,
And no matter how many times the coin was thrown,
It landed on a future full of the terrible unknown.

One, warning,
Two, I meant it,
Three, I'll do it!
Tap! Gone!

By the hands of ignorance,
We waste precious,
Life, given, to be nurtured,
And not permanently fractured.

And when I toss and turn,
Feeling my passion boil and burn,
I want to douse myself in your arms,
Surrender, all, to your alluring charms.

This land flows with blood and tears,
And for a million years,
Vampires and gremlins,
Make love to werewolves and cretins.

Separate yourself from your limitations,
Step back, can you see?
You lived a lie, all along,
Refusing to accept, what you can be.

You go left,
When we turn this way,
And rolling over,
Is not how you play.

All but forgotten,
The world's back on me,
They told me I was rotten,
But through new eyes, you, make me see.

Wailing from across the seas,
But nobody sees,
The relevance of their cries,
Even as it thunders up to the skies.

Children of  state are cannon fodder for shameless political geriatrics,
Insidious devilish minds that swim in the blood of the innocent,
Feeding fat off the aspirations and hopes of vulnerable minds,
To the further, to the further! All you fiendish maleficent goblins of state.

Back breaking labour,
Rheumatic pay at the most,
Then cold morsels to break evening fast,
Life of the People of State.

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

The complexes that afflict  my sensory synapses,
And the torments that assail my mental imbalances,
All contribute to the ambivalence of my thought processes,
And unwillingness of my backside to leave the warmth of my complacent recesses.

Give me a gun,
And I shall draw a hole in your mouth,
This ain't no pun,
Or a jolly trip to the south.

To emerge victorious,
In the face of unrelenting adversity,
One need only constantly,
Continue to conquer self.

Beady eyed devils,
The very spawns of hades,
They come in bloodthirsty shades,
Like troubling, annoying canker-weevils.

How can I trust,
My own beating heart,
Betrayed from the very start,
Even before the very first ******.

Such heavy burden on my heart,
You dumped such bitterness on my waters,
Cannot sail back to the start,
I'm here, stuck, unable to enjoy love's wonders.

Their diversionary stratagem,
Here you see, there you don't,
Dressing up the tree stem,
To hide decayed root and dying foliage.

Should fear be,
The cornerstone of,
Religious persuasion,
And global confusion?

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.

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

I do all these nasty things,
Hurt myself, the Spirit; and think it's cool,
I revel in delights of this world,
Swim in the stank depths of useless mess;

I break your laws,
Everytime I open my mouth,
The same whenever I step outside the door,
And keep going at it,
Like a raving lunatic;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

My eyes are open but do not see,
My ears are wide but do not hear,
I am not dumb but never speak love,
I am not lame but never walk in righteousness;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

The Spirit awakens me,
Takes me down the narrow path of redemption,
Tells me there's hope for me yet,
If, only, I accept, His goodly hand!

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you;

Don't let me go,
Oh, my Lord,
Don't let me go,
Dear Lord, I cling to you!

Tarry, oh young love,
For thine heart, I see pure,
But make haste, for time abideth not,
The grave is a cold, lonely place.

Each time I clamber over a mountain, and see,
The vastness of the green fields in the distance,
I am yet again confronted by a gaping hole that stops my advance,
Perplexed, I scout for bravery, too come carry me, across the black, abysmal sea.

Burn! Burn! Burn!
Enemies, all shapes or form,
Feel the heat of my wrath,
I sentence you lot to hell!

Thin lines are fallen,
Along the edges of confrontation,
Oh, why, this nation,
Why art thee so full of downtrodden?

This canvass, black on the inside,
Dripping with blood, all over the frontside,
Unseen hands, or so we see,
Stroking the brushes of doom.

Simple solution to your complication,
Reach for a tall glass,
Whenever cravings hold your senses,
Tough, but works e'ry time.

Harmattan is coming!
Harmattan is coming!
No more grassy lawns!
No more bushy paths!
Get your sweaters!
Get your warmers!
It's gonna be a cold, dry! spell!
It's gonna be a cold, dry! spell!

We say our oil,
They say their curse,
That a time will come,
When the pipes will sing no more.

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

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.

Dust, at the snap of the finger,
Put many lives in danger,
But there arose a band of heroes,
That sent to infinity, the deathly Thanos.

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

On this side of the equator,
Are lone wolves and gunmen,
But on the other side,
Are terrorist **** of the ****** earth!

****! Pick your plate clean!,
Many hungry mouths in Sudan,
A messy plate isn't a status symbol,
Remember the empty stomachs in Venezuela.

****! Pick your plate clean!,
Many hungry mouths in Sudan,
A messy plate isn't a status symbol,
Remember the empty stomachs in Venezuela.

Properly or improperly...connected,
Wired...or rewired,
Banded, disbanded or not,
Augmented in a virtual reality;

The world evolves from evening to morning,
With miracles every sunup,
Brilliant minds vending awesome,
Of things never before seen,

But are these...really?
The ancients, haven't they?
Surely extraterrestrial,
Bifrost, Valhalla... Asgard?

Under a petty ruse,
Cloaked in plain sight,
Not well hidden,
A sanctimonious deceiver;

Sanctioned by incumbency,
Clever use of state resources,
Bending the rules in favour,
Open abuse of executive latitude;

But do the people care?
Too impoverished to mind,
Would readily be had,
Even for a few grains benevolence.

She picks up and smashes my old cell phone,
Ears ***** at every text and ringing tone,
Naturally drawn to ones and zeros,
And excited by every four-gee and byte stream combos.

Good cheer, my beloved,
The heavens have you covered,
Make merry, for thine goodly tide,
For ye have been increased, on every side.

Our love will not fit,
Into your closed boxes,
The laws of gravity,
Can't hold us apart.

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.

The final third,
Now the intensity glows,
They go in quite hard,
Throwing all sorts of blows;

Because it's do or die,
All lines must fall in,
Failure is boring,
This is no lie.