There was left a gap
that the heaven
did not touch.

The arch codebreaker
hacked in only to find
it's on the face of the earth.
That did the art.

The gap the Golden Cut
is above the rest
is neither in the heaven
nor is here on earth!
Where is it tucked away?

If only one can tell
it's still a ******
still a pure blank.

A fine mole down
the blue mountain sky
cannot be weighed out!
It's the cosmos's gold dust
the earthy depth triumphs.
Oh earth, our close clay-star
is far ahead of the day at noon.
Ahead of the moon
ahead of the Neptune!

With a million dash of curiosity
every new sunrise paints
upon her black box with the roaring fire.
Yet the ****** is a veiled wonder!

It has the plethora a room for everyone
and time for timeless times.
Guess, with her longhand
what an inside scoop did it pick out?

You too can be in the know
It's the feminine beauty all in all.
You may have by now
seen women million and one.
The earth is eyeing on only one!

Her closest admirer is the star
of the very luminary bunch
with open eyes in the hearts.
Her dead man is waking up
sniffing the daylight by her.
Yet to make the discovery
both are still wondering outside!

Keep rolling, like sailing, rowing the science voyage.
Discovering a new discovery, then much happens:
a new crescent, new moon on a new turn is found,
yet a night to be invented eclipses it furthermore.

Will the voyage float at the newest dark energy frontier?
Will it now pierce verily the ******-skinned heaven’s last barrier
that divides the seen and unseen, holds the uncharted water?
Will it by design decode or recite the word, the language
the lock is coded in, the very command written on the stone?
Till then it won’t move, nor does one see the skin black or white,
and till then one won’t stop the sun lighting up the night!

The sun sang a love song in Spanish that sun-lit summer I met your dad.
Those days, ladies walk with their leg closed until they met their husbands.
You are pronounced pure if those succulent moons on your chest stood firm.
You will be called a saint if you knew nothing about ***.

Your dad was just becoming a man when I met him.
My father won’t call you a man until your bushy chest grow trees.
Your dad words are entrancing, it can make a fish want to swim in steaming oil.
I gave him my heart, the day he said I will forever be a ******,
If I read that book written when people love.

Son, virginity is a virtue you must value.
A foundation for marital trust.
But, don’t think that all the journey takes.
You need more than a piece-of-flesh to build a lasting home.

If apostle peter said to you faith add
Then to your virginity add common sense – wisdom
Remember Folake, the garden between her was vandalized
Like her, many a lady is victim of circumstance.

Know the difference between real virgins and technical ones.
You can commit ****** acts without *******.
You don’t have to dig a hole in that ****** soil before you defiled
Many are running to hell thinking they are dancing at the gate of heaven.

In marriage, faithfulness to your partner is the synonym to virginity.
What kept me pure before marriage is keeping me purer after it.
Your dad took the emblem the first night we meet,
But that inner virtue – virginity is still intact.

Son, I am still a ******

I wanted to walk
along the earth
on this great shore.

But before long
it dips in the sea
into the ocean.

It's not a problem
I see is a ******
still has the cloths on!

This world delights you,
but you may not love him.
For when he leave
the truth cling to you.

And lead you
to do things
and thunder from
the ******'s womb
might not linger
so that he stays.

As thoughts fog my brain like thick clouds in the sky,
I remember the night when I was still alive.
I remember the story - I know how it goes;
You stab me, you **** me, you take off my clothes.

You draw in your sword - you think I'm not looking;
I'm lost, right where you want me; I gave you permission
I remember the sound; the intake of breath,
With that push I collapse, in the mud, in the dirt.

I recall the scene with perfect precision,
You drew out your sword without losing my vision;
The blood came rushing out as did my cry of pain,
As I died in your arms I left my ****** stain.

My eyes watered up whilst you made sure I'm dead
Thought you were the hero, you're the villain instead.
Dead in the eyes, heart of stone, as you moan,
You've taken my life, now the ashes are blown.

You're gone now, heart breaker, you villain of love;
You're done with my body, hidden, dug and shoved.
But you can't **** me twice now, I'm back, I'm immortal-
You're away but I'll haunt you - this poem's our portal.