Then on the turn,
When the the eleventh was born,
I picked up the horn,
And put the charm on;

Tense, anxious, unsure,
I listened, intently,
To what the airwaves bore,
Pleasantly surprised, heavenly;

This one, velvety
Most amazing tone,
Dripping from a creamy cone,
Bothering, subtly, on ****; grins

What to admire,
The complicated complexity,
Or the cheeky conviviality?
Hmm...cold fire.

When expenses throw huge surprises,
No need to wear elaborate disguises,
Call in those old favours,
Don't care about debt filled rumours.

Like a pregnant woman,
I am expectant,
I am an unlabelled can,
Holding some magic instant.

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

Baby screaming in the dead of night,
As fiery tongues lick at its feet,
Helpless, frozen by the blazing light,
We watch, distraught, gnashing our teeth.

Hellish, lapping tongues,
Locking up every in its path,
The instrument of devil's wrath,
And creator of things awesome.

A spontaneous internal combustion,
Causing immediate unexplained confusion,
In all this hazy commotion,
You'd think it wasn't a contraption.

After a cup of strong coffee and orijin,
My mind opened to everything,
I could feel love and brilliance,
All at the same instance.

Nothing is more powerful,
The force of hope,
The needed push or pull,
Stronger than dope.

Nobody smiles at failure,
It is loathed, despised and cursed,
Everybody longs for a future,
Celebrated, envied and embossed.

Beloved, be ye not fooled,
By modern day niceties,
For all of Babylon's stupendous cities,
Were built on innocent blood and bones.

A man's deflated ego,
Is a punctured tyre,
That can't take him anywhere,
His confidence wouldn't go.

The proliferation of idiocy,
Calculated time wasting,
Vast amounts of buffoonery,
And targeted efforts at nothing.

Moments of hot air,
Oh, there I go again,
The same, old refrain,
Whoosh! Until...there's nothing there.

everything becomes mercurial,
across the land tempers rage,
the king has made his declaration,
subject only to the gods of the land;

for when you fail to truly educate,
the mind absorbs whate'er it will,
discerning between intent and action,
is necessary for reaction or circumspection;

but here we are,
yet again, at the familiar crossroads,
to the right or to take a left about-face,
to kick evil in the rear or kiss the devil.

Bread seeking stomachs,
Half conmen, half charlatans,
Gluttonous holes in round faces
They are the gods of men;

Monarchs in the temple of deception,
Riding on the backs of simpletons,
Rasing the dead from the living,
Tormenting treasuries out of empty purses;

Jerry curled hair and fancy suits,
Luxury boats and four wheeled drives,
Mansions in reserved areas,
Super jets customised for tireless pleasure;

They ***** false altars,
Imprison the weak,
And confound wisdom,
With diabolical manipulation;

Many generations fettered,
By spiritual delusions,
Will take many more,
To free the much incarcerated.

The pain of a loss,
This life has but no gain,
So what's the fuss,
Over a useless refrain?

Whence dost thine love sweep me,
Truly, I cannot see,
You make me feel this way, today,
Thence toss me that way, another day.

Immediately, gradually,
Quickly, slowly,
Temporarily, permanently,
Technically, simply.

Out of a place,
Of scorn and embitterment,
An outpouring of scorching mentions,
From whence came so much adoration.

Let's show some flesh,
Some treats here, no ******* please!
Cover that crotch, O.K!
A little buttcrack will be fine;

It's a crazier world,
To get attention, go all out,
To break the superhighway,
Bring on the whole nine!

In bed, darkness, no power,
Bingeing on Supernatural,
Terrible pain around the lower lumbar,
Broke, not a single dime in my PayPal;

As my daughter lay sleeping beside me,
My son in the other room with his mother,
I suddenly am aware of the things I fail to see,
That truly I am blessed beyond any mundane bother;

But then again the morning brings its own worries,
My ageing mother afflicted by pain of her sister's loss,
Barely enough to save up for vacation stories,
And a country that does not care about us.

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.

If I didn't get it,
On a platter,
Then I would want it,
To last forever.

Suddenly,
Unexpectedly,
Sadly,
Unbelievably.

To many, and a few,
This is not new,
Old as anyone can remember,
Cycling from January through December;

Obtaining by false pretence,
Others later coined a preference,
Yahoo! Yahoo!
Yahoo! Plus! with added voodoo;

And from Cairo to Capetown,
Or Freeport through Freetown,
Victims have been left devastated,
Even the smartest outwitted;

Advance fee fraud,
I've got gold in the cloud,
You should be investing?
So, where should I be paying?

In the pursuit of nothing lost,
What then can be found?
But what indeed comes around,
Is a love story painfully gone bust!

I feel good,  I have luck on my side,
A fresh kind of breeze ruffles the trees,
Outside, there are butterflies, hummingbirds and bees,
And inside, this clear feeling of warmth, borne on a pleasant tide.

Getting in trouble,
Taking stick,
Breaking back,
Always grounded;

When I was older,
Alone, I would ponder,
Each time I remember,
Playing the problem solver;

It never ended well,
I would come up short,
Beaten down, for standing up,
In detention, fantasising freedom;

They called themselves friends,
But wanted only benefits,
Like leaving all the ***** dishes,
After a sumptuous sunday dinner.

Run me hands across her cadaver,
Cold, undulating ridges,
No pleasures, none, whatsoever,
I pack up and head for the ****** bridges.

Over two hundred girls many moons ago,
Then over one hundred in the same vein,
While the politics of stupidity serenades their incompetence,
Beer parlour intellectualism fingers the minds of the many keyboard warriors.

Over two hundred girls, taken, many moons ago,
Then more than one hundred, stolen,  in the same vein,
While the politics of stupidity serenades their incompetence,
Beer parlour intellectualism fingers the minds of many keyboard warriors.

Between fiery and fun,
Eyes that make heads turn,
She pretends she hates my guts,
Yet  I colour the shape of her thoughts.

In the crypts of Winterfel,
Lay the bones of men that fell,
A rich harvest for Whitewalkers,
Day of doom for living talkers.

You scream like a banshee,
Writhing like a salted earthworm,
You said I was lovely,
But told your friend I can't even make you warm.

A quick witted confrontation,
May present fast reactions,
But calculated, measured responses,
Far accomplish evident results the whole world sees.

They tell you to marry,
And nigh, not to tarry,
Then they leave you high,
Tattered pockets, indebted and dry.

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

Will we look back in sincere amazement,
Of how gullible we had been,
Or in sheer and unforgivable embarrassment,
That we did not truly, honestly, come out clean?

Will we look back in sincere amazement,
Of how gullible we had been,
Or in sheer and unforgivable embarrassment,
That we did not truly, honestly, come out clean?

In a cloud of disbelief and great distrust,
Over three hundred were snatched in the dead of night,
Since, more speculations have characterised their plight,
And put this minority's government on a failed ******.

In a cloud of disbelief and great distrust,
Over three hundred were snatched in the dead of night,
Since, more speculations have characterised their plight,
And put this minority's government on a failed ******.

Now the earth has completed another revolution,
And with great outpouring of emotion,
And endless international propaganda,
We all wonder where the two hundred and nineteen are???

Now the earth has completed another revolution,
And with great outpouring of emotion,
And endless international propaganda,
We all wonder where the two hundred and nineteen are???

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

He shook the leaves vigorously,
Threatening vengeance and blood,
They had riddled his master callously,
And now they would pay with tidal crimson flood.

Aye! A look alike?
Such fearsome semblance,
He boasts untamed advance,
Daring a counter strike.

Like peas in a pod,
Heart pumping blood,
Together, you and I,
Taking on the world, riding high.

Ginseng, I'm gonna be your rocker!
Ginseng, I'm gonna be your lover!
Ginseng, I ain't gonna be a sucker!
Ginseng! Yo! We never go under!

Why ask,
When offered,
Without coercion,
Or manipulation?

Benevolence without bitterness,
Philanthropy without prejudice,
Charity without complaints,
Mercy without malevolence.