Am under siege
To compose articles
Perhaps to speak

I love you all,
without you none could  make me be me..

You are the wind around my skin
You make my heart feel cold
I have no weapons against
But still u blow rain bearing clouds,
far away from my kingdom..
My sole is aching

Just by the say,
I have cash to pay,
at the crack of dawn,
I feel so down,
and suddenly I made  an about turn,
my heart rejoices,
my chilly morning turn warm I realize and I go before the mirror,
To confirm my happy visage in terror,
what is the reality in it,
if not love,true love,what is it?
l realized that  for real you heart me...

Imagine that look,
That book,
Full of love emotions,
Expressions of unsolved equation,
That is known to hearts,and that never hurts,

That burn to red,
But never destruct trend,
It construct eminently,
It stand permanently,
love that has reason,
That survives all seasons,

love that is meaningful,
Always willingly,
That endure pain,
love that qualify and enlarge emotions...

Crazy thoughts will accompany me to death,
This is real,for real,
I know 'death' has become precarious,
perhaps my thinking is porous,
I shall use the term anyway,

life is full of definition,
But none is definitive,
life is not the same,
l would have wish to interrogate Solomon on this,
He was with all wisdom,
Life is unique, I tell u,

I wonder why some things are not what they are,
In life success equals to failure,
Noting is of great value,
More so when vital parts are fatal,
Things fall apart,when what you love is gone,
when what you desired is given to another,

Time is a healer they say,
its passage has done me 'tremendous'
That greedy,which never satisfy took you,
From us,
perhaps for some reason,
Which to me,to inflict pain to some,
some who cared,

I felt love in you when we were young,
You joined me when I was in trouble,
You helped me more that I did to you,
That bad reaper took you out of sight,
You suffered a great deal before the final  blow,

After you depurture,
Many a controversy arose,
The truth,God knows,
For the abominators,cross they will carry,

where you are be contented,
Someday we shall join you,
For non is ever here,
Rest in peace