Ajoke, the gods has cursed me to
Praise thy beauty
Like a sugar-cane planted at a river-bank
Your beauty is magically comely
Thy phat smile is an epiphany
I wonder the mystery of the water that
Dwell in the Coconut of thy beauty
Let me adore your well-made eyeballs
They are like traps laid in the forest for
Antelopes
Something the mirror won't tell you about
Your dimples is that they give death to death
The village priests said your
smile can be use to appese the gods
Not to invoke their wrath
Something about your dexterous waist
They are like prison guards when dancing
Guilding my hearts.
Ajoke your beauty is an epiphany.

Spatula and bourbon paint with blood,
In an attempt to woo Dracula’s mud.
Walking down an alley cat zoo,
Along came Sid with Captain Voodoo.
Painting, decorating, sanding and building,
Cleaning mountain goat’s spectacular guilding.
Given a job however dull and blue,
Being a decorator is what you should do.

I've decided
to let you go off
into your own yesterday's
to perch upon a tree branch
where the green leaves have fallen
and the moon sits silently
watching you , caring for you
guilding you without your
knowledge of knowing
that one day in the future
you will wake up
and realise there's more to life
than the end of a rolled up
drunken cigarette.

if it was that easy to forget your past and move on , would there be any respect for all the emotions like
Love, sympathy, empathy, longing loneliness, feelings, guilt, clamoursness or anything of such.

A regreteous haunting past is the only thing makes the ever new guilding present worthy of what it is.

your past is a measure of everything that shows how good of a survivor that you are.

The start of Death
A finale that will arise
Beginning to conclusion
This is no illusion
Tomorrow that becomes sorrow
Preparation in advance
Living after living in chance
But chapters of life do end
The soul begins transcend
Ever after
No longer laughter
A final curtain
Darkness creeps
Rest in peace sleep
No one knows tomorrow
The light shines giving direction
It’s Death indication
The guiding light beams like a flashlight
It’s all in plain sight
Death has called and I have died through the night
Captivation that shined bright