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O LOVE! O LOVE! WHY ARE YOU EVER DEVOID OF LOGIC? Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya; [email protected]) Mankind in its pathetic folly entice you in a dint of stupor Knowing not your true colour and texture Endeavoring to achieve glory in your mastery With the so limited human capacity In grey faith that you are a cradle of bliss But O love! Why are you ever crooked? Young men and women in strength of their sinews Toil day and night in ******* of humanity Praying and whining incantations with the hope for optimal love Ornamenting their bodies with diamond and bronze Fibre and silk ornamented to helm of providence In the foolish quest for love equillibria But in full stretch of your vice, you impish love You catapult all away to the shifted goal posts O love! O love! Why are you ever ruthless? You hate the learned but you favour the strong You hate professors but you favour the soldiers You hate the rich but you favour the agile You hate the lawyers but you favour the footballers You hate the pastors but you favour the ruffian You hate the whites but you favour the Negroes You hate the groomed but you love the ragamuffin You hate the chaste but you favour the mistress O love! O love! Why are you ever illogical? Love, I revere you for wickedness and irrationality In all of your history you scored sum *** laude In the duo as blend of your domain, Look; You never dwell in a genuine companionship You like where the couth will interject; Amidst fornication between married and single ones Amidst adultery in the triangle of foul compassion Amidst miscegenation between black and white Amidst infatuation between the whole and the lame Amidst conjugal appetite between the old and the young Amidst concupiscence between house master and houshelp Amidst immorality of married master over the wallowing servant Amidst libidos between literate teacher unto the peasant pupil Amidst disordered passion among the sly lesbians Amidst impious ********** among the suave gays O love! O love! You are the most wicked force! Love I am told; your colour is red You may be red or you may not be red But all in all, you deserve poetical veneration For your herculean ability to bend the most wise; In your force you made sagacious Shakespeare to bend In your force you made Princes Diana to bend and bend Bending downwardly stooping for Afawoyed the moor, In your stupefying dint you made Napoleon de Bonaparte To bend and bend downwardly stooping for Josephine Josephine a famed she-Casanova in the gone Paris Among the then humanity and the then animality, In your impairing machinery you set sons on their fathers In the roman empire of Antony and Ceaser In the scramble for Cleopatra, the Egyptian queen Beauty of her aquiline nose heavily hovered perhaps In the eyes of the Roman beholders The father and the son only to sent the empire To the love forlorn smithereens!
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
O love ! O love ! why are you ever devoid of logic ?
O LOVE! O LOVE! WHY ARE YOU EVER DEVOID OF LOGIC? Alexander K Opicho (Eldoret, Kenya; [email protected]) Mankind in its pathetic folly entice you in a dint of stupor Knowing not your true colour and texture Endeavoring to achieve glory in your mastery With the so limited human capacity In grey faith that you are a cradle of bliss But O love! Why are you ever crooked? Young men and women in strength of their sinews Toil day and night in ******* of humanity Praying and whining incantations with the hope for optimal love Ornamenting their bodies with diamond and bronze Fibre and silk ornamented to helm of providence In the foolish quest for love equillibria But in full stretch of your vice, you impish love You catapult all away to the shifted goal posts O love! O love! Why are you ever ruthless? You hate the learned but you favour the strong You hate professors but you favour the soldiers You hate the rich but you favour the agile You hate the lawyers but you favour the footballers You hate the pastors but you favour the ruffian You hate the whites but you favour the Negroes You hate the groomed but you love the ragamuffin You hate the chaste but you favour the mistress O love! O love! Why are you ever illogical? Love, I revere you for wickedness and irrationality In all of your history you scored sum *** laude In the duo as blend of your domain, Look; You never dwell in a genuine companionship You like where the couth will interject; Amidst fornication between married and single ones Amidst adultery in the triangle of foul compassion Amidst miscegenation between black and white Amidst infatuation between the whole and the lame Amidst conjugal appetite between the old and the young Amidst concupiscence between house master and houshelp Amidst immorality of married master over the wallowing servant Amidst libidos between literate teacher unto the peasant pupil Amidst disordered passion among the sly lesbians Amidst impious ********** among the suave gays O love! O love! You are the most wicked force! Love I am told; your colour is red You may be red or you may not be red But all in all, you deserve poetical veneration For your herculean ability to bend the most wise; In your force you made sagacious Shakespeare to bend In your force you made Princes Diana to bend and bend Bending downwardly stooping for Afawoyed the moor, In your stupefying dint you made Napoleon de Bonaparte To bend and bend downwardly stooping for Josephine Josephine a famed she-Casanova in the gone Paris Among the then humanity and the then animality, In your impairing machinery you set sons on their fathers In the roman empire of Antony and Ceaser In the scramble for Cleopatra, the Egyptian queen Beauty of her aquiline nose heavily hovered perhaps In the eyes of the Roman beholders The father and the son only to sent the empire To the love forlorn smithereens!
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When Mr. Toad returned, his world was quite absurd Undone Princely praises words no longer heard Musing karma, Guidelines for the downwardly mobile No lover No meaning No money With the others calling out into the night calling for salvation calling out for a princess, a princess who never seems to come.
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Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
Mr. Toad's Wild Ride
you’re out here making me look foolish. denying what the truth is, like you really didn’t do it. like i’m some petty ***** who just couldn’t move on through it. like i’m the one who was doing the other wrong, when it was you who was constantly leading me on… you’re acting as if you weren’t swiping through tinder all night long… like i never saw the messages before you moved your arm. as if i had no reason to leave you on read…all semester long. but if you need me to list them i’ll give you an abundance of ‘em: i had left before you had discussed your views of me with your homies, who had uncontrollable *** tendencies. before you began to imagine all those matches on their knees praying for your drunk sanity. before you decided to tap two days before you suddenly saw it heading downwardly. and all those nights where you thought you had me oblivious to all that you had attempted to conceal. and even before your little homies stated: c’mon dude its college forget how she feels… but boy please, i knew it all… and i had left long before our kisses and your bed grew cold.
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Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
confrontation(s)
There is a humanity which never stops, Each an elementary piece Of every human.         Look at the sun which gives light To all the darkest crevices that Think they are hidden.      See the nature in its flawed beauty Through your innocent eyes which see What you perceive as Right and wrong,       See how the river splits and still Finds its way downwardly as well As all the mimicked frenzy As bullets fly laterally.       It drowns itself in the moist earth And eyes turn away to find beauty Elsewhere in this lunatic frenzy,      See how pretty the tombstones are? And when you can see this light, Then and only then you Can see the darkness which hides In its luminous lie.
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Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 2:05 PM UTC
Look Around and Find The Darkness in the Light
trickle, trickle, little dew drops your divine tap has, all but dry up so with no drizzle insight to bring thee rain our tongues will all share the same dried up fate so with a bending feeble knee i do beg thee let go of your purse and sinful coin we have no need to eat the fruit of oil and with shallow hollow breath i do downwardly cry for who will survive? and a little voice will say surely not i or the rich or the poor and in the coming of the dawn the heat or the cold will only bring bones and tears drops of lost loves for paradise was green and the oceans where (were) like of the new but we soiled her and cover her in black goo
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Nov 16, 2024
Nov 16, 2024 at 10:13 AM UTC
Echos of a living Mother (Gaia)