Questions Please
Put up a question please
Throw me a question please
Question, any question

Burning or sensational
big or small or silly
easy or tough or absurd
hypothetical or factual

All questions are invited.
Only and only questions
No Answers at all
As I already have answers

I have answers to all the questions
that ever existed, but ceased to exist today.
I have the answers to prevailing questions
that are making us crazy day by day

I even have the answers to the questions
which are still in the future's belly
waiting to be born one day
in this beautiful and ugly world

Questions please
All sorts of questions
May be from geography or philosophy
Or from religion to defence studies

It may be from medical science or history
Or from space research too
Animal husbandry is no taboo
Questions on skydiving are also welcome

Politics is my all-time favourite
although I can answer sports or adventure
Questions on corruption are also solicited
You can ask on oceanography or calligraphy too

I know everything, literally everything
but neither I am 'Google' nor 'Bing'
I am not even 'Duck Duck Go'
nor I claim to be 'Baidu'

I guessed your question.
You are wondering – "Who am I?"
It's very-very simple Man!
I am a nasty spokesperson from the ruling party

I may be found mostly in television debates
as a panelist, as a debator, as a joker
as a disturbing element, as a liar
as a person making hue and cries

You may or may not like my answers,
but, please like me, please love me
Raise slogans for me, Praise me
Make me famous, make me a celebrity

But even if you dislike me
I don't care, I have my media
I have my own followers
I also own a troll army

I train them perfectly
I pay them heavily
I spend too much on
News media and Social media

I have my own trustworthy mob
who is always ready for violence
anytime and anywhere
at any cost whatsoever

Beware, I am from the ruling party
I inherit a complete readymade system
of Investigating agencies, Ready to book anyone
on false and frivolous grounds.

And it will take years to prove innocence
Innocence may be proved, may be disproved
This also depends on Money, Power and Links
Or the nasty arithmetic of alliance with us in future

So if you still chose to dislike me
It's your choice, but wait
I can still become a minister
Or even a prime minister

I have the quality to lure voters
I have the answers to all the questions
That ever existed or are existing
Or that are stilling waiting to be born.

Hey Mr. Wall! It's your ******* up friend!
I've cut her wide open; will she ever mend?
She came to me, tears streaming, but did I wish her well?
No, instead I freaked out and she said, "Go to hell"
So it's been quite some time since I talked to her last
And I know what she speaks of, that event in the past
When I said, "I've no right to hear all of your tales
You've med all that clear; but just tell me what ails!
You're closing the doors, all the walls are air tight
You said you'd say something, well, how about tonight?"
No response did she give, so I started to worry
So I texted her, back-pedalling this time with hurry
It was next afternoon when I got the reply
Another came later: "I was bit by a guy"
I replied with an "oh" and "How'd that go down?"
She said "After, he kissed me." And I started a frown
Then the frown turned to tears and I said "Well, that's neat"
She said "Yeah" and " 'night" 'cause I guess she was beat
Well, it went on like that: nights of tears, days of silence
Day after day I had thoughts of self-violence
The White Room* was no help, and venting no good
I was sure she had a new guy like I figured she would
I just wanted a clue for me to grasp tight
With no contact from her, I hugged my pillow at night
I would openly cry, and that bugged me to hell
Because it wasn't about me; was she doing well?
I felt like a ******* and so **** needy
I wanted to hear her and that made me greedy
But **** it I loved her and wanted to know
How'd I ***** up and make her hate me so
I wouldn't find out for a week and a half
From 11 to 23 and maybe you'd laugh,
But that time was torture and helplessness thrived
Into pools of depression, I stepped forth and dived
Because I missed her so much, even before all this started
And now I had opened my mouth and we parted
My shoes were the same my own sign of depression
Then she called to say goodnight; relationship regression?
I didn't know yet, but I asked her that later
I didn't force an answer like a high school debator
She didn't want to talk, nor was that up for discussion
But at least she responded and my heart did percussion
I wanted to clear this; what did I do?
How can I fix things so we were ok, us two?
I was starting to think, maybe I'd end it
Make a noose with a chain, hoped my body didn't bend it
String me up, say goodbye, leave her better without me
Then there'd be no more reason to trust, hate, or doubt me
But I knew that'd solve nothing, So I stopped all that thinking
Because I knew she wasn't well; like myself, she was sinking
Maybe she just didn't want me anymore
Maybe dealing with stupidity was too big of a chore
I talked to my father when he caught me crying
He said, "Send her a note. Let her know that you're dying
To hear her at least, but you've got the wrong cat.
I was a no one in school. So I'm not hip to all that.
But maybe if you drop a little 'How do you do?'
She'll reply in the like and start talking to you.
I don't know her too good, so I can't gaurantee
But that's what I'd do; I mean, if you were me."
I thanked him for the talk but it didn't really aid
Me in my mission, I felt like Doug Quaid
I wasn't sure what I'd done to get this girl ******
But unlike Doug and Melina, we had never kissed
I was so afraid we'd ended, that she was moving on
While I awaited her return, she was already gone
But this wasn't the case, as I found Sunday night
When she caught me off-guard and ended the fight
"You said something upsetting." She told me right then
"I'm not sure what it was, why you said it, or when
But I know it upset me and kinda made me mad
And what's worse is you said it when I was already sad
I couldn't speak for a moment; I felt like the devil
This new info took my stupidity to the next level
I whispered, "I'm sorry" and I've never meant it more
I hated that I caused her to be so **** sore
"I don't want to be mad anymore" is what she said
"And why I was mad has just slipped from my head
We talked for some minutes; about 32, I guess
I asked, "Can I call in the morning?" and she said yes
So I'm hopeful that maybe quite soon we'll be fine
And maybe there's still a chance that she'll be mine.

by James Bruce

You’re the top!
You’re the top!
You’re a Millard Filmore,
You’re the top!
You’re the Girls of Gilmore,
You’re lucidity’s not Huckabee’s weird views,
You’re an immigrator,
A great debator,
You’re not Ted Cruz!
You’re the style,
Of a Ronald Reagan,
You’re the smile of a foxxy Megyn,
Were you Hillary, you’d be pilloried, and flop!
But if Donald, Ailes’s the bottom, you’re the top!

You’re the top!
You’re the Wall of China,
You’re the top!
You’re acute angina,
You’re hyperbole that’s a felony in Queens,
You’re Rand Paul’s mama,
Barack Obama,
You’re full of beans!
You’re the star,
Of the G.O.P. camp,
You’re a jam on a Christie bridge ramp,
I’m a crippling loan, a Roger Stone, a flop!
But if baby, Jeb’s sunk lower, you’re the top!

You’re the top!
You’re a well-coiffed dandy,
You’re the top!
Your hair’s cotton candy,
You’re assets vast that cast a glow of Trumpf
You’re a Carly visage,
The Greenwich Village,
You’re Friedrich Drumpf!
You’re demure,
You’re a friend of pollsters,
You’re the spur on some heels with holsters
I’m not fit to race, too commonplace, a sop!
But if Donald, I’m rock bottom, you’re the top!

At night I close my eyes and dreams are morbid
And Nightmarish nights turn to mournin mornings,
As I toss and turn,
I'm wide awake in this coma
Dreams crash and burn ,
I'm more Bart than Homer,
A trouble maker lookin for an audience,
Or the vindicator for this awful gaudiness
A fallen gladiator that refuse to call it quits,
The great debator to the proof of godliness,
A trailblazer despite my Mike Conleyness,
A heart breaker in relationships,
undertaker when it comes showmanship,
In this time of need some chose to watch like the view from my skinny wrist,
these life choices I choose come with plenty risk,
Its ten past anxiety,
A quarter to dyin,
Its half past my misery ,
And I'm almost an hour early for this journey to Zion,

Joseph said..
"The skys the limit and that's what they told the ****** fool,
I disguise my limits so I'm aiming for the sun and moon"
But peep
The sun watches all I do ,
the moon know all my secrets,
My bed knows who I am at night,
My mirror knows my weakness,
These clothes cover my scars,
(My)hearts the reason for this thesis ,
My pillow knows when I cry,
My brain knows I'm a genius,
I am not my hair, 
Feelings not welcome here,
I dont ever care,
Let me take this time to share...

I'm bigger than my body,
I'm colder than this home,
I'm meaner than my demons,
I'm bigger than my bones,
I'm sure enough to know better
I'm doubting the unknown
I'm old enough for new endeavors,
But I'm cold enough alone

Im tanning in the eternal sunshine of my spotless mind.
I'm relapsing and im napping on this bed of lies,
I'm planning different ways for mama son to shine,
I'm collapsing and unpacking my decisions are unwise,
At times I cant stand myself, I be paraplegic, 
Still want the fair one with my demons, 
Lord knows they deserve a good beating,
J hova spoke to me , and I been sparring with jesus,
After the bout, I ask what his pops been askin bout,
As he spoke, I stamp and shout, almost walked out
The more I knew the more I wish I didnt,
The more I saw the more I wish I didn't have to see,
but I realized what was bein Asked of me , as for me?
I wonder if God charge late fees ,
I wonder if moses would shop at Macy's ,
I wonder if Judas care about the babies,
I wonder if kids see ghost like Patrick Swayze,
I wonder if Allah accept collect calls ,
I wonder when karma comin to collect costs ,
I wonder if you know what it means ,
To only see the bad in goodbyes, 
Or to the good in bad habits
The love in the lies
Or that evil is a talent. ©️

i breathe in and uncertainty fills me
suddenly i’m questioning everything, really?
in this space i can’t even speak freely
always a gaze on me, steely

uncertainty;
the poison of the weak is the medicine of the arrogant
the ***** of the debator makes for the downfall of the eloquent
it really depends on the situation, that much is evident

with youth, undeniably, comes uncertainty
so many mistakes made inadvertently
the words thrown around carelessly
now i’m just begging for some normalcy

so many priorities, so many people to please
too many watchful stares to be appeased
in the midst of this battlefield, i don’t know how i can be at ease
surrounded by people who seem to know something i don’t, i look around dazedly

so i guess i’ll have to find my own way
through winding paths, i’ll make it out someday
but what will i find when (if) i step out of the archway?
i’m uncertain, but i know one thing:

i’ll never betray my soul on the way there