Hey over there you gods of the earth and other planets
Your creature like I, a human mold suffices knowledge not,
As you mightly rove all over the sphere and share domains amongtst thyself
To reign over the whitenes, Jewry, negritude, sinotude plus  yakeetude of mankind,
Enjoying  your ethereally eyeview onto the earth at your creations,
Permit me to shoot up  a guestion to you over there in your deitly realm
Be you  jehova of the jews or amadioha of the igbos,god of the english or anything dogmatic,
What happened to your clay mud and tools pertinent in trade of human ****** creation,
So that you of late on umpteenth scale  have created men who are women
And beautiful women who are aggressive mefolk and then ubuguitous earthwise ?
What has gone heywire with your human architecture ,when *** organs and feelings
Are center stage beckoning for their traditional orientation ?
Is homoeroticality your new creation technology  ?
Or it is man recreating himself ?
Don’t you have enough clay ?
If material matters do you honourable deities
Come to Africa , chief Mugabe bob will guide you to copper-belts
Of chimurenga fields were clay is beyond any control,
In such quests you will go back to goldenly old
Human ****** creation topography
That will glorify your deitiness
In the old manner of hetereoeroticality.

When words don't seem to work
To break us down to tears
As long as we are friends
We will last until the end
But oh I can't lie
This is goodbye

Forever is never until it ends
Forget those feelings, forget that pain
Remember the way it all was
But it will never be the same

When words don't seem to work
To break us down to tears
As long as we are friends
We will last until the end
But oh I can't lie
This is goodbye

All that remains is that guestion
Why are you so afraid to let go?
When our time was almost up
You never let your feelings show

When words don't seem to work
To break us down to tears
As long as we are friends
We will last until the end
But oh I can't lie
This is goodbye

Wipe your tears and muffle those screams
Because nothing is ever what it seems
We fall down mountains and drown in streams
'Cos I built this city on hopes and dreams

When words don't seem to work
To break us down to tears
As long as we are friends
We will last until the end
But oh I can't lie
This is goodbye
This is goodbye
Goodbye

george collects baby doll heads

my guestion to george,

do you cut the baby doll heads
off the dolls?

Sparkling twilight zone of a world forseen
Who are you to guestion her of your love.
Branches scratches on the window pane
Of your love so mean.
Good luck sweet child you will walk alone
With a shadow of sorrow, empty promises
Of tomorrow that will never be
Sadness will rain upon your heart
And his soulless soul will fill your
Hole of promises that will never be
And you....well..you'll never be free
So go walk in the shadow and get lost
In tomorrow .......

Story is like reading someone's life,
For the loving, story shall be told without void but happiness,

Story created  base upon or by,
With judgment, ,
We longing to know what lies on path of journey,
It created emotions,
With sense of knowing,

But meant to be guestion,
And that is a story to tell