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!

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!

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