Like the serpent,
Danger must never be directly approached,
but discreetly addressed.
Power is vernomous.
One bite and your moral senses are paralysed.
The night is the moment for shedding;
Either to assume new evil for the personal good
or to enthrone morality and good service for the greater good.
The threshold to strike back in revenge is sensory education.

Nature makes us susceptible to pain,
harm and disdain.
Wild actions prevail
to cover Timidity in veil.
The tentacles of pleasure
relief the pressure
and gives you something to treasure.

Universally,
we are connected
in more than one way
with an ounce of darkness in each way

She hardly was an early riser.
Life at home for her was hell.
Violent voices
and mean threats.
She wrote this on a sunny start of the week, monday.
The sun seemed to have been greatly amused at her wrinkled face.
Recently, she discovered she would release a ****
whenever anxiety or nervousness hit her like a dart.

Her daily life began by 4:30am.
There she was in comfort on her irregular bed,
till a sharp light hit her face
and a thunderous voice boomed her ear drums,
His foot steps made so much sound than his voice.
It was her father.
It wasnt his voice that struck her,
or was it the sight of a whip that he wielded so callously.
It was the angry look he always beared on his face.
It was almost as if he was angry with God for waking him up everyday.
Mixed feelings of fright and fuzziness gripped her
she hastily greeted
He didnt respond.
Her sister stood behind her bed
whimpering in fear.
Only then did she discover who the whip was meant to trash at that moment.

The night before
was a nightmare she have seen before.
Her ingredients failed her,  
her attention
and her organization
towards the food preparation.
Her Mom hated excuses
Her Dad hated losses and bad soups.
Her promises flew away
Phone accessories became her get-away.
It wasnt the intensity of the funny smell,
or the intense awareness of the pepper and salt,
but it was the searing look her mum had.
Her mom must have mentally shredded her like cabbage, she thought.
Her mom wondered why arguements stuck in her tongue like a tatoo.
Most times she resented her awkward behaviour,

She saw life has an eazy game.
She thought mistakes were a part of our imperfection as human beings and hence should be constantly made.
She didnt understand why God placed her in that family.
Her mom would constantly remind her of the future
She could hear her voice in her sleep
Her mom would speak with her eyes
when her anger has reached a certain height.

Hereditry
played a role
in her usual condescesion.

The environment
played a role
in her usual sadistic talk and thinking.

Yin and Yang,
Cold and Hot,
the order of seasons
Either you can change
or you can not.
Such is the nature of Monica.

I'm not afraid to do the Lord's work.
You say Vengeance was here before,
but i say i was there first.
I'll do my business in the name of the Lord
because its no secret.
If you're not ready to die
best prepare for it and await its coming.
My testimony testifies
longing for your sincere replies

You can always call the police,
call the coroner,
call the sheriff,
call the entire fearless hood.
I put my fears in my holster,
smoke the cold breeze
win the ladies with two knees
and stand tall like the street lights.

I know the pleasure
in a man's strength.
Heaven comes down
like a cold rain.
There would be no shelter for the weak-hearted.
No place you can go.

Put all your hands and fists in wild cheer,
someone put a tall ring amongst us,
caging us both.
I'm a vigilante,
you're a wanted man
and everybody knows

Traces of The Whip
at my back.
Its deep, dark and long
because i have a history
The sun shone
My head struck
My mind fuzzy,
The searing heat.
Alas!
Reminiscencing can be such a wierd mental journey.