Saturday 31 May 2014

PEACEFUL WAR


This shriek keeps me praying in the cafe
Mary-Jane may the lord keep you safe
The emotions on the octave
Keeps me glued to my mind scape

I wish the world was suspended on the illusion of happiness
Even if it is for 24 hours alone...in weariness
And some pains would seize to be mindless
Horrors of sadness would just be pointless

May god keep you safer my mother, brothers and brethren
May we live long to father our children
Never leave another soul in hatred
When the bell tolls...we see another portrait

A soldier dies a king arises
The cruel night abates the sunshine
Ward coats can't make everyone smile
For chances of a man's life is extremely slim


EXECUTIVE AND THE PEOPLE




The strings that bind him are heavy but loose
For all to see his use
What can he accept? What can he defuse?
The people or the politicians, who will be refused?

This is the dilemma of a king sitting on pins
Whose cabinet are king pins
Pinning him to puppet strings
Blaming his confused state as lack of will

When the king is only a puppet
What can he do? But be a prophet
To others who can be called on their efforts
After he has been exposed to corruption experts

What corrupt men smiling as leaders
Dealing with any that comes with erasers
To exorcise from their boxers
To such a man! Is an enemy meant for the hangers!

Friday 30 May 2014

THE PLAYERS CREED




The day you give me your heart, i will take your soul
When the fun is very interesting, the tracks turn cold
You will keep wandering, you are so old
Your emotions is taking a rough ride out of the road

Look in my eyes and let your emotions runs wild
Serene chaos in fantasy is mild
The stars in the sky shines bright
Darkness hasn't Taken hold of the night

The smooth roll of the words still take hold
Facade allures; golden sandals are Gold!
Exasperated seduction has been told
nothing to say..its open and wont fold

If you must give me your heart, never your soul
Then the creed is undone, the hunter has lost the hold
Reverse ponder is the way to gold
His wealth...and how many he ever fold!

Wednesday 28 May 2014

A MANS CONFUSION




These women are too many
They make many men to become enemies
They are like instruments to any
To make many gentlemen and ready

Some of these ladies are too heavy
Some are just too skinny
Their whims has driven many crazy
While some are just too lucky

If you must have a lady
You must always be ready
To either cure a friend with a ready remedy
Else you mat laugh or cry depending on the lady

Some ladies are stepping stones to those who are ready
Some are double blessings to men whom they carry
Others are curses and agony
To others these women are a source of worry

Before you call her honey
Have you really heard her story?
Or are you a swayed with her beauty?
That could be the source of your agony

A good woman is not many
Is not just to be found by any
To find you must be ready
For a conquest of manly identities

These ladies carry the blessings of many
Some are like a genie
Loaded with so many goodies
That only God can show that biggie


HOPE




There looks a very little hope, when all hope goes
The present trouble doesn't allow us to see the hope bus pose
That sneaks around, when our eyes are half closed in agony dose
Don't lose out on it, when all hope is thrown out in the nose

Our eyes are a partner to the yellow phlegm
When all shakes, all red...only the heat and flame
How can you see? When all that stands before you is blame?
That is when everybody losses all, even friends

But how can you be strong?
When the last thing ''hope'' is wrung
Brushed to the unfair side, in the thrash can thrung!
Trum trum trum, like the saw of failure cutting away hope till poom!

It cuts dividing and showing our naked weakness
Aggression is separated from submission in this tenderness
Then how can we see the little bus of hope with its goodness
Whatever the situation you in...never lose hope