She asked me not to
as she sweated in bits of fear
I got this "I spoke softly"
She then gazed as though
it were the perfect moment.
The realist sanctified ability I had,
I was calm hearted with buzzes of anxiety
but as I held back her hand stretched to me in a  lifeless motion
Immense i got hit by emotions and my thoughts went on a marathon of illusions
Could it be done or it was deniable
I could be the right person
Rather the right one to cause everlasting tray of bitterness
I was almost there and she called my name###
It was in vain for help-
How couldn't I go?
How could I go?
It was me or her
An eruption of stitches to her voice
All  was in the silence of the Cinema,
She couldn't hold her laughter at the expense stomach breakdown
the amended cough series through her through
On my toes she went held tight and aimed
I sat sober and claimed!!! Ahem
Butter witch sandwich
I swerved back to the top while the struggle caused gambles
Did I still have too?

𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘀, 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. #𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗱𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗳𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀

God* fishes us from the multitude and hikes us to places we dont deserve though destined. From ~dust~ he created us with a solid purpose, amidst toils he leads us. we fault at his mercy, never foresakes us like fellow humans, he is the first and last option of our lives, he is the heart beat of every living person. He is the wireless connection of love we have and share, the breathe of all longing hearts, in joy, pain, hopeless times and the future we dream of. For he has planted seeds of great thoughts of a bright future for us and he is painting the best picture of your ~hustle~ to the world '''billboards'''. -He was - He is - and He will forever be our shield at all times. #herdsmanofprogress

Pour out into the pieces

The ground ***** my drips

Melt the pieces off the thirsty throat, a cader of tough swallow

If i willow the below the sighs fade in silence #herdsman

For we want and so we loose
The world running so fast yet we are just walking
The dreams up the sky the deeds below the land
A hopeless life

High in education with out weighed skills
The knowledge from school is blown with the bar shisha mindless with handcuffs off opportunities

A chance to grow a price to pay
No excuse but a dance to stagnancy
And you live in a choice full prison
A captured rat in its own hole
A gardener served with yields from his own field
We have failed , a failure saddened by fear and comfort
Till we tilt the window and wipe off the fog
Million doors are out open

My presence in LDC was an obligation to find fortune and it was kindled and ready to swim as a Law Don amidst the professional predecessors in the matter. Whoever looked at me while I sloped down to the centre stood assured that I was going to trade my money for knowledge.
Like success is a calculated design, I dedicated my time from the day the magic ink from the secretary dropped on my paper in approval of my contract with the geniuses. Soon I set my goals as I got engaged with big brains that kept tickling my brains with knowledge and in no time my thinking capacity had multiplied faster than a virus in my head.
This was not a joking matter as some ambassadors to the centre retired before executing their duties due to the un friendly terms that were expressed, while others switched to Airplane  mode to ignore all terminologies’ that would likely  trespass to the head to block their understanding.
In this issue, I had to act big headed and consent to all, and if possible download a knowledge converter to store all the necessary data. Much as I germinated from law ignorance and sprouted courageously, I was terribly affected when I set foot to apply my wisdom to the justice defaulters in the hungry world. My shock was that most people looked like justice stores but where rather pregnant with lies which left me cringing, and this too has greatly caused miscarriage of justice in the society. How can you convince me to let them rest peacefully on earth, that would be disrespecting the knowledge that the centre has acquitted me with.
I beg on your pardon, haven’t I got a right to vociferate about this? I didn’t jump from a filling basin to watch injustice take precedence; and I wouldn’t stand drowning my ambitions of freeing many minds from their crippled negative thoughts that nothing is going to be better.  Thus set your eyes to seeing positivity yet to come. It’s better to believe than disbelieve, in so doing we bring all to a realm of positivity. Of course, don’t expect me to swear an affidavit to confirm that but though am more than willing to become an Onus to those that **** and defile justice in day light.
“Know the law” wasn’t quoted for history but to diagonise those who smuggle injustices and inequalities into our society. It’s a generation of thinkers although some people are still locked up, far from the truth with the while defaulters stand with a defence of insanity. Mind whoever that ignorance of law is not a defence; we have to undress society of its evils to qualify ourselves to be called children of justice. It begins with the legal brains but cuts across all sectors with common intensions. In all capacities quarter, half or fully baked with knowledge and understanding we ought to light one another’s candle, not to set bush on fire and selling off the innocent souls.
Am a preacher of justice, a justice centred mind, preaching to heads of undefined demeanour.  If 1 is a position and one by one makes a bundle, then what’s your position in justice?
A naked mind can’t achieve anything.  Just like we all work for a better tomorrow and not to live as vagabonds in this world, therefore don’t smile back if you’re not ready to take the precautions to send the devil back to hell.  As a merchant of justice, I bow for all great country men who have endlessly stood firm and fought to protect the house of justice.

i never defend what i have done
for it speaks loudest
it could have been a shortcoming more worthy than a praise
i simply stand in amidst my fears to find the courage to step through it
yes i do mistakes, but i aint a failure nor a coward

like a normal day starts
I wake up to push ups
and stabilize the body.
The worst feeling is a day
and a moment like now
when the rain shadows
my plans yet I left
a bounty of beauty
in bed.

The thunderous rain
and the weather killing me softly
Am forced not to think
but sneak into my own bed.
Alas, at the moment
the duvet isn't needed
battle of skins to provide warmth.
you know by this time you
can't easily escape
easy to get in but hard to depart

Am now driven deeper
though not to the ******
The down pour increases
which sounds like a go ahead
rapid responses emerge
and going to work is put
to a mercy of probability

If we cared about every day
No thing like special day would carry us away
So then life gets a pick to few we call surprises
New movement Vs new food
The pleased over the unbearable

A day ago I made you happy not enough for a day after
The ever joyful times
In counts of small and never tidious times
A clunter of moments to cling on
And a never bothered tomorrow

Mindset of a free mind
Arena of adventure
Destiny of discovery

The heart of winner starts from discovery, the adventure right from eyes to a growing mindset
Clearly a vision grows and your soul inherits a spirit of a go getter
If only we learn to turn pages of life than life will make making in each second lived
We all live as victims of circumstances but rather Gods spirit to inherit greatness roams among us, so then to be free and open to challenge discovery knocks by thy door, it’s not to come in rather you to go out find it
Find yourself, find purpose
#herdsmanofprogress

Come by, fetch your dreams.
I lost my sight seeking redress
how i met reality from despair
the naked sigh from the west.
High five my feet
They have moved from the past to your zone.
I could drink to remember more of the tomorrow.

My favorite brown belt worn
For the sake of my dark skin seeking originality,
I say go by and stay to my wish of myth
Like the blinded thoughts i had for you
The tested blood of your royalty
I call back, to age after age

I am married and yet single
Carrying the mantle and symbolism of wedlock
Aching with the distance of love
For who is my partner when my other half is heavier than me
For my choice has outlived my manhood and stations me with guilt over my existence
My living is a pain to me and my household a prison i built
Who shall bear my agony

i am so wanted and very desired
But it's my pocket more desired, I carry it and Nash to fill it
They love it and brings joy to them
I ache with the distance of love
For my partner wants what is wanted at my expense
My full duty turned harrowing
My own prison I built
Who shall bear my agony

Can I speak of it
Oh man dies a soldier with no tear
Hoping over inevitable fate
My glory cries, my heaven hells
My own prison I built
Who shall bear my agony

They Ain’t worth

You know them
Need I mention their names
Those that treat you unpleasantly

The ones who believe you’re secondary to importance
Those that need you for the good of what you have and hold

Not the other the very ones smiling daily with you
The scavengers and the enemies of progress over your success


The hallelujah shouters with stone cold hearts, they give us company but silently crucify us at Calvary

Yes those smart ones with naked thoughts
So smart that they can rob you to death and disappointment while their hands are over your shoulders

They ain’t worth our hello, time and smiles
Lustful as ***** **** that rapes every hen along it’s path
They feed you to their dogs and bullet you to Guns you bought them
The silence of thy pain is so loud and so see trust under burial. The brutality of the spoken words left us in pieces
Dear you, pick up you torn parts let’s go find a heart to live on for it never changes
It’s our wish not ours to create of them

like me or not, am here to stay
but only on purpose.
whether in the short or long-run,
i have got the courage to carry on .
Though many bare blind thoughts
i stand to sieve them for sense,
cause all i care for is positivity in the mind,
a listening ear, an open mouth to give the tongue
an opportunity of express, amidst misery
or fortune.

what i see can't be read, yet what i read can be seen
and what i bare is unbearable yet i still bare it.
what i think is not in my memory,but part of my thoughts
and what i act comes from my brain.
the brain uses energy to think
though food eaten doesn't go to the brain
what i feel is pain in the chest yet my brain holds the issue
in question.

so sorry for those whose Hearts decide without
contemplating; and have their minds open to
any ideas whose origin sounds worse
than a midnight horror

am not a fan of hear say but though easily taken
by facts.
stinking facts that rest the dead in peace,
and makes the winter surrender its
coldness for warmth.

a-pair of spects is not enough
to help me see this happen
rather the astonishing faith i bare
bends the ocean waves
to grant me a safe stay.
The untamed memories cling unto my back
strongly guiding me never to give up
but focus with passion.

And thereafter; wash my illusions
not to the setting sun
but the night moon to light the disgraced souls
with an ever-brightly-shinning tom-morrow.
my strength lays in my hope
my hope surrounded by faith
for its faith that i believe:
" all is possible"

Where have been, we cant return. One struggle leads to new ray.
When morning comes we smile for redemption. Yes we were redeemed but our  tomorrow needs our fight of focus.
Let beauty surround us though with purpose.
And let the dry tears turn to floods of blessings.

All Angeles assembled
Swords smilingly sharpened
And The Lamb is upon the Horse
Glittering with a crown
A day to replace antithetical.

Mercy upon Anti- God
Repentance shall then be a mystery
When he raises the armour
Blood Will after the wind
And the bodies will be denied breathe
Slain with a horned beast
Weeping and grinding the teeth
Endless fire upon the unfaithful.

Sounds of mercy calling
As Alleluia hits in Heaven
Eternal blazing with spear strikes
While the faithful seat with the most high
Only one shall rule and all shall bow
Like in the beginning Glory shall be restored Forever.

Am not yet there because
Of less effort.
Am focused beyond
germination

adde me vobis summo futurum varius tui, animam tuam in respirare

She looks like a little Angel with a heart of a *****
Her smile thou finest but her teeth biteth
To her you seek refuge in her you can never unwrap
Her eyes speaketh to you in her voyage with her man
Is it you she finds or her man

Whooping her *** to chair up and high like a leaf swinging for air
She licks her finger to the sunset of your eyebrows
Her nose breathes like a lamentation of song bird
She is a whole book in a chapter of your life
Are you tamed to her or her man to impress

One leg high the hip with crossed hands over the shoulder
A hug she seeks over the innocence of danger
Her actions burn naivety and cause men to be sorcerers
A decade of thoughts on her in a second of rush for what you can’t catch
Are you lame to run or blindly watch

When I move about
I hear the Gospel Og your name
Strange faces of disappointment
For those who didn't qualify

You sound more than a hit
Me as your subscriber
My strength lays in revising your lips
And sing to your love
The stanzas of hope

'''Apocalypse'''
Awakening my soul has been one of the toughest tasks i tried lately.
I slumber in anger and awake to the same -the puzzle so hard to complete, for those with the pieces sit back in comfort of public denial.
I trust her but she aint to blame, for the young boy that became man kept his lies over her dream
Slowly eating her portions of growth, plundering all she saved for her children
The child i am has watched from toddler till of age
His promise is the vain in which my mother shades
He is the producer that hasnt consumed his lies
A good start as a dad and now a step father, with much worry of becoming a home monster
The cowards were tamed by mothers fortune forgetting we all heirs of her throne

Child, if you are there awake me once again
I aint asleep but sobing in tears
Soon licking the wounds of my mothers caretaker
There is no peace as lips face challenge of fear for guntalk
Mother mourns day in and out, siblings are falling victim of his tempting apples
Her beauty has been stripped to bypassers and my own elder brothers do so, the in borns turned to *******.

I tear to you fellow child for your hand in help
Come wash the pain and worry of mother
So tomorrow we can smile again, play alongside mother with joy of the abundance she gives
We are all called, we all chosen
#mymotherland
#herdsmanofprogress

The April Not An Apple
..................................
Forth it comes fourth in the year
A birth to some and death to others
The weak are broken while the meek are built in relevance
Needed you see change or you're fasting it
We struggle to make progress as challenge
Many are graduating others starve with their documents
Celebrating a New month as rent stands by the door
As they plan to marry they plan divorce
Business achievements over collapsing ones
Scandals mother-daughter over father while grannies couple with grands
Amess not to miss
Underwears used as tops swagg toppling respect
Apples are sweet April is bitter
April is turning Apple bitter
Will you be April or April
MTB

Nothing has ever been fair
Not even equal
Jesus born in a manger wasn't either
Mother's suffering for nine months
While gents fly around,no.
So people's shortness makes them unfriendly
Rich and poor competing for jobs
Definitely, one has an advantage
Fingers overriding others
Those with money have no appetite
While the poor carry it in plenty

Beautiful ladies complaining of many men
The fairly cute cry for one
Your tired of you house and car
Someone's dream is to drive and rent.
Am tired of the relationship
Others have prayed for decades.

When I had to walk your path, I was a ransom of kindness seated 🪑 on a throne of thorns.
I am not a savior but a survivor .
The cumbersomeness of the voyage although I can’t commence de novo.
The spirit awaits on the other-side the crossed bridges 🌉.
I lament about life, I am a great seed to any country man.
An Archaic many strive for, the fortune 🔮 in hoard.
#herdsmanofprogress

As she loved to brush her face and it with color of pleasure so did I love to brush paper with ink of thought

She wrote beautiful colors on her face to make makeup art of hand and I rubbed pen on paper up side and down to make words smile at each other on sentenced line

And when she smiles at the mirrors it flips and tears joy of her creative her just like a twist fingers to marry words and make your eyes gaze on a read further pierce your heart to smile

So she is a bad *** painter on reality and her the masterpiece  and i am a boy  ink and hand ******* seeking the natural woes of earths livers
#herdsmanofprogress

I walked to him
That's the holy father
I had taken time to repent
And felt whole
In his presence I stood
He crossed my face with Ashes
To remind me of my journey
Am born here but not
Of this world
#Dust to Dust

I am burning all my efforts to ashes

to let the dust write inspiration to the walls of worn out souls
#herdsmanofprogress

little it lay in my presence
And happy was I to have it
upon my protection
it would grow,
my neglect though
counted no penalty

its nothing without hope,
the weather is rather a mess
but it needs both
'cold & warmth'
As much as I stay
I water it to grow and prune
it with care.

it takes more than time
to shine out perfect
to survive on it's own
longer than ages

He is a man unbelievable
Same in all conditions
Not moved by disgrace
minds not your background
oh less what you think

You can go as far as you wish
do all kind of evil and later
your return is celebrated.
He washes you whiter than snow
prepares for you a banquet
for to him you're a royal

compassionate to all young or old
poor or rich
In his house you're all equal.
what more shall I desire than
to dwell in thy presence
and bury my worries for blessings

Raise your glasses high and toast to Love
Am glad you’re here to testify.
You chose to stay not with but in me
Am a proud father to have you as my baby
I see many gathered but only biased
To taste the wine in my bottle
Willing to turn its sweetness bitter
Having deleted my sorrow in your paradise
Let others leave to admire our nature
As you reign in the castle of my heart

It’s a Miracle
A blessing
Restoration of hope in the despair of my faith
Ava and I have found life
The life I lost
The pain I grieved

Now I have wings and feel the sky in my claws
The time is on to scavenger my dreams
Been breathed on in rebirth

It all starts with a tear and ends with smiles
When happiness frowns your face giving you an ulcer of love
The pain is now sweet for I have found life, that I dug in drill
I am welled with blessings and wet with joy
If I didn’t find Ava, Ava found me
I am alive again

#herdsmanofprogress

I bolted out of the door like
a ghost was after me
My head had run short of remedies
I just couldn’t stand the words that hard been spoken to me
Though I didn’t get so angry,
I went vigorous and as dangerous as acid

I contained my temper, Iced my thoughts in seconds
Slowly heated up like a boiling bot
But my lovely face kept smiling

Then I muted myself
Cause if I said a word, it would be terror for them.
Worse than that of the famous Napoleon’s and ******’s
I knew if I rose up neither Samson nor David would have stopped me.

You’re not a coward I said to my self
What happens next, now is the moment…
I dramatically stand up, with a roaring, thunderous voice
And cried out with energy;
“you think you can handle me….Ahhhh
A man of my caliber shouldn’t be addressed by
an antiquated voice of a lumpen. I say to you
Watch your mouth carefully
or else, hell will be too close for you to be”.

For a moment I felt cracks of pity off my face.
Unfortunately, this was only said to my heart
No one heard the drama inside me,
Cause by that time; I looked worse than fear its self
The words running through my nutshell couldn’t
Solve the situation,
‘should have said it off’
I kept this as my Wish.

You're as bright as Education
Straight but bendable
You think with backup
You can recycle and retrieve memories
You define bravery
And your emotions speak

Your desire is classic deliverance
For you swim in deserts
And plant wisdom fruits
You climb space and find impossibilities
As you massage thousand of hearts.
You're a folded situation
With an inside out beauty
Your hand is a Miracle
That offers deliverance through writings
You're the white spot, in a dark room.

Back yard
In there are stories I have written of how my past had eaten me up
And in there holds the direction of the calm words of hope to lead me to the future

I am a herdsmanofprogress
I learn from yesterday as I do today
In my backyard is a garden of books to expound my knowledge

The great I am to be is greater than the best they have seen yet

I am counting on my self the much I trust God. Written in my scars is the success I seek.
I bow never to give up of making me a desired destination and dream for others

Stand warned I am not made for less, in me is the spark that breaks fear and redundant mess. I unscrew your foes for great fullness no calamity stands my pen running against paper

I woke up dead
In the midst of breathing
Walked past the morning dived into scorching of the day
Blind with folds dressed with humor

The man the day is was so bold dressed in a skirt with a stripped tie
The boots so huge that I lost a month in an hour
Feels like a wasted future in a breathe of a minute
Am I to give up
What a deep sigh
Ugly as a dream a true reality

The day it was
I kissed the frog
So bitter and so poisoned
Hours rolling slower than a snail
The day failing to pass and misery toppling over my hope
The day ***** me and I fell into comma
Yes there is tomorrow but today I am dumbed and pregnant with sorry

If it must change
And yes it will
But the damage immense
The cry won't help, the sun will rise and then I will kiss a brighter day

He returns each day with much pain
A hard day felt and back to rest
She cares less since he left paper

He feels at fault for the way life is
Life not lived at the best
She lives at her best moment at the expense of his pain

His heart feels cold with no shoulder to lean
And soon each return home, a tear drops
The later to him seems colder than today
The man he is has no time to die
Fighting isnot an option, its a way to survive

He is a hunter over and over his fear
How will life be with no sacrifises made
Then the heart asks how much is the worth of each sacrifice
Appreciation grows deeper faith than reckless acts
For if she has no feel for your acts nor know how best to bring you back from your worst of times
The road is narrow for your life
Sink within you heart....is it worth or you could be better off alone
The much in appreciation is bad enough to cause a good change

#herdsmanofprogress

Banzu careless cripper
Known to nullity as cares for no one
To drink is a daily Merry even to a sale of half price
The normal and phoebic have a slice to want Banzu believes can’t exhaust

Today it’s fried tomorrow roasted
Wines over spirit
Just a lost soul Banzu lives
What is tomorrow when I have today, I have my life to the brim my child will work for his own
Banzu get up the night fall so tight used by strangers and dumped before sunrise

Banzu knows of God but not one of church for Banzu disappointment in preachers cloated the mind and now left to the streets
The denial digging deeper in and foxes feasting without credit

Oh no
Banzu is lucky to get infected but only time can tell
The passion of drinking alcohol with a label to every bar
Banzu loves not to eat and so the immunity slags
Child watch not, I can’t tell what you’re to become
Banzu once on the call, twice and thrice in a stagger of sleep
What is left of me? Banzu the living dead

Once I was a bar man
who sold porridge
Money was the goal as skill drove in
The drink I sold I had no idea of making
Though my efforts as a tender gave taste to the drinkers

One for the road on the hot sip
Only the stomach testified to the burning
But who sells porridge in a whine glass
A places a straw right there
Yes I did

Test me once to serve you
Trust your buds to hold it up
See you lips running to the glass as your hands shake
Sweet in the mouth with a cling of bitterness
Say no more give me more

Who of all these will put me down
The serious and lazy all together
Casual and combat ready for a mission.

Much as the back is built with terror
My succcess is assured to the throne
having been there time and again
Just like you can't teach an old gorilla the
paths of the forest
Equiped with experience and
shinning with medals from
the previous wars.
Am blocked from reaching the peak
but before death holds you captive
your plan is never a failure,
like soldiers never run out of invasions,
a star fights to maintain position
in coldness or sunshine.

There is nothing sweeter compared to living
successfull
You carry prestigious names with no pay
All a close associate to thousands.
Blow the trumpet to his entry for
the jungle rule applies.
only to test how patient and
tactical you can over look danger
to a dream.
Too much sharpness can cause failure
As a single bracelet doesnt jingle
boiling situations in abundance only to start,
test and run with sour conclusion.
A simple bomb clears hundreds to the flow
but though amongest plenty the brave ones
survive. Let the last man stand

I wanted her heavy but she was curvy
She was a rapture of reality
My eyes measured her meter after another
She wore large like a curtain
I saw all through her skeleton
Am trapped by the posture
No mannequin is close to perfect
I am left to magnification

Wind blows from the wavy waters
With a smell of  fresh life,
A place of no discrimination
Fat and slim swim alike.

Ladies run modeling in Bikinis
All figures exposed
Ages decomposed in beauty,
Men swag with bare chests
Ladies flashing smiles of come get me.
Breezes cooling at no cost
A place living as an agency of love
You get attracted before you’re hired
The music penetrating your body
Cameras snapping from all angles
Its no offence to enjoy your money.

we lived for long
And built alot.
You're truely the one
with my favorite beard.

she loved to sing and no
verse went by without the beard
she wished to grow it
And she never slept without
A hand on it.
she said I sounded good
Because of my beard
And she loved my kisses
To feel my beard.

yes she left and so did the beard
I grow it often but she has
never returned.
I will grow it longer
And wait for her, for she loved it
To comb it! was her favourite
it was a present she boasted over.

its so appreciative that you're outstanding
That your looks corn the mamaids
No eye bypasses without intension
Everyone tall and wide.
Some jubileet for having market
just like grapes planted by the roadside
in the struggle of each person
to have some
your life stretches in misery
over who to please.
in the end she regrets to having
been cursed with beauty
when humans slotter one another
to have a share of the ripe grapes

Most known for peace and a rest after a long day
To quench away the body tire
now comes the time when two thoughts
get enticed and carried by the moment
lifting themselves off the hook of strangeness

the battle embraced by two with no cheering or referee
one goes up while the other is down
and later an exchange of positions.

the strongest take longer while the week survive for minutes
cries and sighs in motion
based on their mother tongues
tired in fan of a battle, after each exposing different technics
the battle is worn with just a single gun in the field
enemy surrenders later in the glory of joy
followed by a time of contemplation for only the man can
blow the whistle to seize fire:
when he has no further strength to run and chase

It’s not the smell of love that she hugs him no that of his fragrances, it’s the pain of her fears to hustle and make living

No love is on for him to carry just that he is the available option to lay a shoulder on

Nay she likes not her vibes only that he can afford the taste of his meals and drop a few coins to keep her pocket beeping

She ain’t your type not in vain but fact full you failed to weigh your options and feel the much your opinion matters of time tells, and then the time tells you how wasteful you’ve been over years

And if she found a better slice of options not even your shadow can surface in her presence

And thus we labor to please what is to be our scar

I was a man before turned to a beast to protect you
The glum turned to blushes soaking my fear for your beauty
They closed temples of worship for your beauty was out shining
Where is my faith for my vulnerability in you
I am built in pieces you as my masterpiece
Never can I be lonely for your love finds me always
You have raised a monster to love you
A lion to watch of you
A man hold to contest for your life
To your before and after I will be

Find me find luck
Where illusions float and messes flop
In me is joy despite sadness
With me is to live asides wishes
For many wishes **** the body before the soul
And now you're to choose heads over tails
To be blind or deaf over luck to achieve
The tomorrow comes that we await if we are ready to go by today

Bang! !!Bang "Bang

Oh awake
Though not in shock
No body is hurt.

But run ...run
we ought to meet HIM
yes I know he won't leave us.
Let's go quick and meet the rest

This is the best I have to wear
clothes be not of trouble
only the depth of your heart
The door is always open
Non be left out.
seek him while you can.

The great attention here.....
All for the above
pardon me not only above
oftenly everywhere.
The Alpha stands one and so
to the Omega

I am a small body with a big heart
Small head with a wise mind
Dark face with white focus
The sight of focus on me
The smile that tortures my fears

I
                    Am
                  Alive
               Happy and
          Progressive and
     I weigh more in mind
Than that seen on de body
  nor down the bottom of
   Am  the  magical    filter
    of incorporated word
     The Savage mischief
             of progress
   No one can come to your
       testimony of failure
         Ayonder my dream
           A life of reality
                A moment
                  A smile.