Sleep almost always feels so good
Relaxation free from vexation
Little or no mental stimulation
A state of peace unfathomable
And waking up probable rather than certain.

Truth’s a double edged sword
And true lies have a façade
For each occasion that’s mundane
Or otherwise and when peddled they’re mostly plain
Eliciting brouhaha meant to send mixed signals
Kind of “stones” hitting an “undisclosed” number of birds.
A crop of good fellows, politicians that is
Barely ever leave the populace at ease
Buttering them up with falsehoods, platitudes even half truths
And by virtue of being inherently over-excitable, these verbal missiles
From ‘slingshots’ cause strife, discord, discontent even apathy
In all manner of forms and so nationhood and integration atrophy.
Funny enough this happens from a seemingly divided
Front “truth” is there’s a common denominator, self-preservation and that’s farsighted.

I’m a tree
Wild and free
Please stop cutting spree.*

How often do we stop to mind?
The cutting of trees in a bid to find
A morsel of food to cushion against grind
Of tough economic realities that seldom bind.

An unholy indisposition to everything sublime.
A tight knot
In the pit of the mind’s stomach
That instantaneously churns whenever any literary aim
Crosses it
Transcending all “schools” of thought
Known and imaginable to man.
Thoughts go a muck
And in no time bit by bit
A mouthwatering piece is birthed and it’s so much fun

A wimple
To cover a pimple
Affixed squarely on dimple.

Wont rupture one’s
Spleen
But it’ll preen
One’s sense of keen.

Resigned to the fact
That
Beggars won’t be riders
Anymore.

True eternal Greatness
Springs
From a fountain
Of abject humility.

Family’s not only
Blood and bone
It’s being each other’s cornerstone.

Defunct, a hideous skeleton
in the closet of
Emotional Inconvenience.

Squalor and affluence
Live off each other’s benevolence
Albeit unknowingly.