Love me as you loved me
Like you loved me before
Never leave me never
Never never more

Kiss me o my love kiss me
Like you kissed me before
Never leave me never
Never never more

Let me be in your arms
Let me sway to your charm
Let me be the only one
Let me be your sun

Hold me my darling hold me
Oh like you hold me before
Never leave me never
Never never more

I'm sickly my darling I'm sickly
Hold me like you never
Hold me before
Kiss me my love kiss me
Never leave me never more

Let me be in your arms
Let me sway to your charm
Let me be your only one
Let me be your sun

While they were gone
she was *****
he or they left her dead
her young life was torn
her small body was ruined
her flimsy body was shamed
her new life was shredded
her tiny body was stained
her puny body was ravaged
her life was gone
from them forever
while the were gone
while ask God Almighty
for strength in their faith
resolved and steadfastness
in the face of adversity
is this their answer
or is this the test
they've to suffer.

Sometimes I hate
It when I woke up late

The first thing I know
Looking out the window

All I can say is wow
It's show time now

Pigeons impatiently
So crooing booing me

High on rooftops wait
I hate waking up late

Don't go outside on December 31st
Don't go outside at 11:59 pm. Just
Don't go outside for cigarettes
Or round the corner for a pack of beer
Don't go outside even for a drink
Otherwise, that evening
If you step out of that door, for sure
You'll come back next year.

I'm tired and your tired too
Coming to see me now and then. When
You have the time
Your tired and I don't blame you
I can't explain this type of tiredness
It's not a seasonal thing. It doesn't come
When the season comes
It doesn't disappear when the season
Is over. It kind of lingers
This tiredness permeats into the body
Sort of alien ever so slowly overwhelmed
Me and I'm powerless against the body
Snatchers
The mind is tired the eyes are tired. The
Limbs are tired too
Wearing the same old clothes and the same
Old shoes
Not that she can't effort to buy me new
Clothes. Right now I don't need to
I'm tired and your tired too
The same old folks friends the same old
Faces greeted me the same breakfast
Welcome me every morning and I'll be
Glad she comes and bring along her kids
To see their granddad
I can sit in the living room and watched TV
I can sit at the window watching the grass grow
I can hear the birds singing the **** crow
I can hear the wind blow
I can't wait for you to show up
I know you're busy I don't want to interrupt
I'm tired and your tired too
And l longed to go back home. But I'll be
Alone all the time. I don't want to bother
You now I know you're busy. I know
Your tired and I'm tired too

Rich eagles monarch
Of the skies. While poor cockles
Wallowing in mud.

By the windows in the quiet sky,
On an ocean of smokey cloud limitless.
Hues of bright grey and blue of emptiness;
Nothing stirs this high not even birds fly.

In the cabin he hears the humming,
Filters through almost as if a faint sob.
The head dull drowsy lulls by the throb
Of soft distant drums soon dreaming.

For no more interesting movies to watch,
No more magazines that he didn't browse.
Being an avid traveller spends many hours,
Among the clouds he could reach out to touch.

Under a shade a young man looking up,
He ponders clouds in its voluptuous form,
He scans searches her beauty with his warm
Eyes, his hands so close enough he could rub

Feels her body in his and his presence enlarges.
He'd dream away of a lover from afar,
Like an unrequited love to a **** star;
Now he looks at clouds, it seems, only like mirages.

The cylindrical invertebrate slimy worm
In tributaries of tubes they live, love and squirm
In winter they'd burrow deep in their borrowed land
Duty bound to keep fertile every pasture valley and gland
And they never wish to see the light
They're the secret agents often out of sight
After the snow had melted in spring they'd sense it's time
They'd wriggle up to the surface by the stones and grime
In a tunnel of love two creatures of the soil
Wrap armless with every love's coil
As he and she naked in their darkest plot
Copulating by the roots in a devine spot

One summer day some boys dug up his porous home
And found the worm sleeping alone
With no limbs to fight helpless to flee
And no eyes to see no mouth to plea
They took him to a river not to bath him but for bait
They pierced him toss him into the water and wait
That's how he was introduced to the fish
That didn't know he's a palatable dish
Didn't know before how a worm looked
Like being curious bites it now it's hooked
Yet a life unfold in the earth to soldier on strive
Perhaps atonement for sins done in the previous life

But you should never belittle the lowly worm
For his contribution to our ecosystems
As he eats and excrete and fertilize the soil to be repeated
Continuously as the nutrient absorbed into the roots spirited
By the veins to blades of grasses, plants and trees in turned
Fosters leaves and greens the Earth but no rewards he earned
For this important role stimuli variance of grass and vegetable
As food for human and cattle to be exited through the bowel
To be eaten by the worm again and again the cycle goes
Till he dies under an autumn leaf consumed by his own compose
Yet unbeknownst to what significance to us he has brought
But look and behold to the rustic hero hard at work in the sod

Once gave all to love
Heartbroken by foolish acts
Now in bed sulking

Being young time in hand
I thought life is without tests
In my naivety thinks

Life without failure
Sadness, pain, illness, problems
Without fear hunger

None poverty-stricken
In tents against the elements
No clean water, lights

Less greed, lust for wars
Without destructive Nature
Live in peace on Earth

No smog, pollutants
Global warming, climatic
Changes, Alnino

There's justice for all
No racism, prejudice, hate
Or marginalized

I've come to realize
Score goals touch downs not always
Life's no perfection

And life untroubled
Untouched by drought of sorrow
Drenched in mournful rain

To sweat to achieve
None comes on silver platters
Glory with defeat

Being cheated lied to
Being double crossed, being spat at
Lovers' vows broken

Life isn't row the boat
Merrily, gently down the stream
Life isn't but a dream.

Racism an illness to colour someone
Racist treats words like a loaded gun
let us communicate
let's not hate
nor to irritate
let us not ****
as racism will

Better to be sad than sick with anxiety
Because I'm focused on being sad
I have no time for anxiety
I won't fret
If it's going to happen
It'll happen
But if it's not it'll not
Sadness is short lived
Sadness brings me near to God
But anxiety is like a broken record
Why worry every minute
Solutions don't contain in it
Someone cheated me the cat was knocked
By a car and it died sad being tricked
Being lied to and someone kicked
The trash can kicked the dog too
I'm sad to see desecration of jungles
For logs I see people looting where other
People are suffering I'm sad
Things happened
I except and life goes on
But you worry
If there are hairs left stuck on the comb
And the cat didn't come back home
Outside the house there's a lot of commotion
You say the neighbor is calling the police
And across the ocean a volcano
Is going to erupt lava is going to burn
Their homes what are they going to do
Where are they going to now
You worry
Whether the politicians are corrupt
If the country is going to bankrupt
Worry doubt your every emotion
Worry is the stepping stone
To depression to the lunatic asylum
There's a way in everything
In everything there's a way
But the mother-in-law is coming
To stay and that is good or bad
Well I'm not worried I'm just feeling sad

A spider is responsible
For spinning his web
As intricate as can be
The purpose is if possible
As much as he could nab
Flies flying through he

He streached his net tightly
He build his castle of web
And sits the king on his throne
Waiting for morsels of poetry
To plagiarize then to add
New words and calls it his own

Now he'd ask what's bad about it
I'm minding my own business
I'm just weaving writing along
Hold on mr spiderman wait a minute
It's their ideas you took as your best
It's their invention their words their song

And words are free flying by
And what is caught in your net is yours
Spiders and insects can't talk to one another
They're of a different world as one try
To snare and one spent precious hours
To toil only to provide as food to others.

Most active feet will suffer blisters
Most of us know how it feels
Most of us know how it hurts
The problem of athleticism

And almost wish you didn't
It pays not to over do it
Now it's paying
You back

Put away your sneakers
Put away  your shoes
Put away the boots
Put up your feet

Get a good
Book

Though the sun and moon
Be hidden by clouds but truth
Shall always prevail

I'd love to live in a nice home by the sea
High above on the cliffs with a birds eye view
Below sailboats joyously flapping sails
Like butterflies flitting amongst flowers.

Fumes of mist riding on gentle breeze
Whilst salting everything it touches
Boulders skin head giants half submerged
Guardsmen protect my home by the sea.

Further out the beach like no man's land
Low tide ***** busy burrowed pin holes
Depositing tiny droplets of sand nearby
Entrances of it's shifting homes by the sea.

Weary of snipers scurry hole to hole
Staying low in the holes as the tides come
In the mornings beach combers, joggers,
Criss crossing by my home by the sea.

Curious seagulls from the lonely piers
Tankers, ships, moveable islands on the horizon
Wind can be mild, breezy, can be rough
But all is well at my home by the sea.

I'll go down winding steps to warm sand
And the teething waves welcoming me
Suppose I've millions of dollars to spend
I'd love to live in a nice home by the sea.

What can I say only to Allah I pray
The loss of innocent lives
The gnawing blazing fire slay
Perished as they shrieked strived
To get away

What can we do oh what should we do
That no more of our children
Will suffer death again as those few
Fledgling lives loss without reason
Gone before due

We should not let this forbidden
Act allowed to happen again
But seemed as if all is forgotten
As usual back to our mundane
Ways as if all has been forgiven

The angst suddenly subsided with the fire
That ravaged beloved innocent bodies
Had stoked aflame now left but ember
Such their guardian's desire for justice
The coward hearts timidly surrender

The law could mend the broken hearted
For the culprits had been caught
Won't vindicate the souls of the departed
Even if the culprits go before the court
Even called martyrs by the head trusted

To dedicate look after to take care
Of children sent to be religious to learn
Be responsible and responsive aware
Of the laws and safety concerned
That should be adhered to not to bare
To fate leaving lives and school to burn

If you feel insulted hurt fed up
Baffled thinks it's silly
Finds that you don't deserve
Pick the pen one more time
Say, it's not me to give up
Say, this is not me.

Many have since posted put up
On this site no light in sight
Begrudge their lives are harsh
Often times hopes are crushed
Keep scribbling never give up
To write is your right.

Although your writings is not up
At par with the greats
Give the best but be yourself
Okay maybe you needed a rest
Don't be dispirited give up
Surrender to defeats.

For your sake carry on start up
Your engine warm it
Rave up yourself one more go
Purge devilish demons the ego
Never you quit, never give up
Be cool don't concede

Teacher teach me how to write
a poem I so dream of beauty
so sublime that would never fade
by age, by time, evergreen
Teacher teach me the craft
that is so captivating, spellbound
so truthful to those who reads it
be inspired find the meaning
of life, learned to cry or laugh
their appetite whet
Teacher teach me the ways
that many craved of luscious
food of love to lovers of this art
and sits me by the laps of Gods
Goddesses and high priest
of poetry so as I will taste
immortality
Teacher teach me.