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Unintentional Existence: Life is but a vial

Life is so fast running
And short as an afternoon.
I shall so miss earth
Whэnever I give-up the ghost.
The true villages,
Technologies, beautiful cities
Foods and fruits
Hot Ladies and romance
Cold Beer for fun
Music and dance
My family and friends
I shall so miss earth ωhэn am gone.

    Єνєяу stage on earth
    Is a challenge
    One after another
    The struggle continues
    Jealousy is inherent
    Hatred is born
    Love is alive
    But never comes easy
    Wishes are dreams
    Dreams are not wishes
    I seize to wish
    But get hold of the small bottle
    Before someone breaks it
    Mehn!! “fuck it”

      Babies yesterday,
      Grandparents today
      Patiently microbes wait
      For ℓιƒє is but a vial

      By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

      Tales Of A Wife: Moi aussi, je t’aime

      Why do impulse rise when falling in love?
      Ain’t scared of the beat
      But Chioma gives ♍Ɣ heart a soundtrack
      …Well, I like the way it drums.

      Always knew love come find me someday
      Softly, calm and easily is that I prayed
      Our eyes met for the very first time,
      Chioma I saw cleared my pastime.

      Never I thought it would be you any-day
      On a bike you were, that sunny day
      Waving me a fresh low soft Au revoir
      Then la full headlight flashed my way

      They say french is a language of love
      je t’aime;
      Dunno if it were English or French to speak,
      Moi aussi, je t’aime: I love you too
      Tu’ caught me off-guard
      And begad me so hard
      My sweet sleep lullaby
      This love so brown new.

      In a special way
      Around she turns my terrible day
      …Fairest of them Anambra Igbo girls
      Chioma beautiful turns demons to Angels.

      By ᴼᶰʸᵉᶜhᴱ ᵛᴵᶰᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᴼᶰᵞᵉᵏᵃ
      ONYECHE, Vincent Onyeka

      Last Designation: Knowing You Are In Love

      It does incite a brawl
      Like leaf to the whirling wind
      It takes a bow

      when it’s coming down easily
      Or hard in most cases
      Falling like drops does ωhэn it rains

      Meant for all who use the air
      And feel †ђξ sunshine
      Love is that you can not hide

      Love is…
      That mad feeling of expression you get
      Like a cow to a red or black colored dress.
      Love is the only definition for love

      When you are in love,
      You know you are in love
      When you loose control

      By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
      ONYECHE, Vincent Onyeka

      Don’t Call Me Mad: An Eye

      LL-Cool-J needs L♥√ع
      Lil’ Wayne ask: H̶̲̥̅̊o̲̣̥w̶̲̥̅̊ to L♥√ع?
      Like them but I need something stronger…

      Wishing we all had an eye
      To shed a hot tear at same time
      Slowly melting down like volcanoes

      Saying to ourselves;
      ȋ̝̊̅ڪ this an end?
      Fashion has it origin.

      Who made this earth?
      & Who designed †ђξ maker
      Likewise, †ђξ makers maker maker?

      †ђξ holy books could help
      But to “good morals”
      Figuratively & literary
      Who’s brain washed?
      Academicians or religious?
      ℓιƒє ℓιƒє ℓιƒє

      Wish we all had an eye
      To see in one direction
      And ask: ȋ̝̊̅ڪ this ♍Ɣ end?

      Don’t tell ♍e̶̲̥̅̊
      To just hit “reproduce” button?
      For these tears on ♍Ɣ pillow;
      Are not just free but overflowing
      losing its viscosity & direction
      Making ♍e̶̲̥̅̊ wonder… ℓιƒє ℓιƒє ℓιƒє

      Wish we all had a clue
      ℓιƒє wouldn’t be a mystery!!
      Even if it ever ends.

      Written by ᴼᶰʸᵉᶜhᴱ ᵛᴵᶰᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᴼᶰᵞᵉᵏᵃ

      Unintentional Existence: If

      Not sigh, but If only they could chat

      In languages we comprehend

      Sure there would be an end

      To the wrongs we do as good.

       

      The devilish inimical extremist

      Dirty politics we play for command

      Makes me wonder is kill them all

      ….The purpose of existence?

       

      Every clap we make

      Has a dead butterfly in it

      If only we could comprehend

      Would a fly die this way?

       

      For God sake,

      The world is just made for man only

      Well every mad man feels okay

      If the heart doesn’t feel wrong, is it right?

       

      If only

      The insects we crush

      The rodents we trap

      The cattle and birds we hunt

      Everything that has life… just-mention

      Could speak to us on the hour or after the hour of death

      Then we will know we are inhuman

      And irrational in decisions we make.

       

      By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

      Acetyl-CoA

      Protein is all you need
      Enzymatic Imagination real as reality
      Like dust to dust,
      Even proteins give-up the ghost to Amino acids
      Likewise polysaccharides to mono
      Lipids to glycerol & fatty acids.
      I am a biochemist, are you…?

      Do you feel the energy-
      Our polymers are dead!!!
      Chaperoned by Acetyl-CoA
      Sailing them south; I think “TCA”
      And then electron transport chain
      Death is so stingy & greedy
      Making ATP from such tragedy.

      Do you feel accomplished?
      You can’t resist it
      CO2 is released in catabolism
      Great metabolites
      Great Acetyl-CoA
      The reverse could also be the case!!
      Anabolism.

      Words From The Wise

      A wise man once said
      To me I remember
      When I excited confidence in another
      My son trust no one
      Not even a brother, sister or lover
      They’re all like a girl’s complexion
      It changes at any time

      And always remember “Єνєяу forєign item ȋ̝̊̅ڪ local in ȋ̝̊̅tڪ homє town- ᶰᵞᵉᵏᵞ”

      Wet Tears

      Cry cry cry
      Is all my heart could say
      But the eyes so dry
      Ironically.

      Shout shout shout
      24hours ago was Roger last breath
      Deep inside my heart
      I alone know how it hurts.

      Tales Of A Wife: Only us

        Where there is no sky
        There is no air
        There is no breath
        It’ll be only us
        When there is no sound
        There is no song
        There is no voice
        ’tis only us
        When invents are dead
        There is no car
        There is no bus
        ’tis only us
        Threading on no train
        Or even a plane,
        Against all odds on a white horse
        ‘Tis only us.

      By ᴼᶰʸᵉᶜhᴱ ᵛᴵᶰᶜᵉᶰᵗ ᴼᶰᵞᵉᵏᵃ

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