When life kick you down the street
Like a football with its spiny boot
Shove your mouth and nose - unease
To ***** muddy albumen, licking the mucous
In these chaild,
Eat the heart of a lion, never go wild.

When life feed you
With cactus and hot coal
Wear on you rags, no shoes
And river of tears to your eyes-bank deposited
In these chaild,
Befriend Noah's dove, never go wild.

When life race you across the country track
With no show-dime of a can as trophy
And your contender who race not half a round
Wins a golden trophy, laughing at your lime
In all these chaild,
Marry to yourself a tortoise, never go wild.

Many Great, you see today at the top ladder
Are victims of life sour-lime
Yet, they wore the boot of courage,
Put on the garment of hope,
Body-armour of patience
And now! Ladybug lives in their nest for never going wild

The day you sleep to dream
The day the world decide to test
The peace you’ve keep
Walking on that lonely path
Be conscious of the awaiting cat

Some smiles are meant to fade
In those smiles’ give way for your thinking to prevail
Not all smiles are to be embrace
But never to be rejected openly

Keep not in mind that;
which walk not with time
Follow your heart desire
But never fail to inspire

Life is not much a good fun
Even a zany yob could testify
So, let not thou be deceive in that demon
That never last like a watering mouth lemon

Be observable to the beat around
Never hit your steps in dim of dance
These beat are part of your breathing
Not all are given in rise to your continuous breathing

**** the mind against you with sweetness
Lest the bitter part may point black at you
Cuddle with the development of time
Beware of the crime its commit

Mind the heart against you
Take not easy with those cherishing you
For this Angelic grace pipers
Are the hazardous dark face titans

Starting end lay man's life,
On a crumbling bed with wife at side,
Dreaming dreams of hopeful calming tide,
Where his worries will forever hide.

Waking up,
Shaking cup,
To lay in the mouth a trembling ageing brush,
Man will live,
To purpose fulfilled,
With everyday wake he gives himself hope.

Speak not your pain into the night
Where the air will store them high
To the smiling face of the sky calabash
On a fainty sky, painted ash.

For;
When the moon shall again grow
At dark, with your painted pain that show;
On her face mirroring ugly
Shall she returned back your pain wryly.

But,
Say your wish of brighter days ahead
On the twinkling face, on the moon's head
And when her twinkling shall again re-appear
Your wish shall return brightened like a sharpened war spear.

Have sat and questioned what the world feared most
But found out is what I referred to as a good host
I heard Death! Death! Death!
And wonder what my friend has done to vex them so?

Have dined with what they called Him
And found out its fear is found in Hymn
Sing fear not, death I love you
Then its scars will show in plain light and face you
And you shall have pity of how ugly He is
As He looks with jealousy of how beauty cloth you and hiss

He is just a man that has no home
And I ask what difference of Him and thieves that kills at home?
Or did also thieves give notice to come visit?
And if given notice before arrival;
Did He! not give notice with swollen head, large *** stomach?
If so, is He tribal like you?

Fear not dearth, they say death
When the man shall make you leave earth
What you should fear is if He! meet you at that place after death call hell
And if not, then you have truly overcome, by giving Him the biggest death
Not death on earth but the highest death of death in hell.