When your guts hold no more ,
Stop!
When it holds no more,
Change.
When tired of the change,
Accept the situation and stop the agitation!
Blemish!

A drunk man who is sane,
Like insane talks,
Truth as bitter herbs...
More when the concerned cries,
In all futile efforts,
Can't stop him ,but in appreciation,
Better bitter truth!
Saw it happen....

All that live shall die.

I am not absent,
But I am silent.
I say this because silence is not absence.

This that day I needed.
Lazy but must win
Big money I need!
Just to fill the loopholes ,
That kinda debt
Which has for days
Aggitated my living !
Agh!
I need money for real.

I was got playing with her ****,
Sure;he was her husband!
I wanted to run,but I was held still ,by forces untold!
She kept smiling,but fear was all over and I could see!
"Continue...."
He said calmly,
Like a mad man I progressed...
He stroke my head with some cutting tool,
And my shirt turned red,
The shouting I did awoke everybody in our estate !
It was a very bad dream indeed !

I dreamt of a branch
That bore a lot of fruits,
Yellow they were!
As the growing young played under the fruit;
It dropped it's juicy fruits !
They ate and played and laughed !
Then came to me
I saw their innocence ,eating the poison can be the later case,
The tree knew itself ...
But God had to feed His own?