I wondered why she always smile
If its beautiful, the eyes would lie
Fallen; she’s this picturesque scenic
God cursed angels for her sake.
I wondered why I can’t look at her
If her gaze is on my way
Fine-looking brightness of the sun
Go and check, but use a shade.
If things under the Sun is faultless,
No one or country needs the medics,
Nor a law for enforcers or twisted justice…
If perfection is alive under the Sun
No man shall read a varying clock
Nor weep when microbes feed.
Our love is the pleasure of a flying white dove
Our love is evenly matched like a fitted fist and glove
Our love is on earth and heaven forever a glow
When we degenerate and reincarnates whoever
We shall still be no matter the boundaries
We shall still be destined on same pathway of forever.
When we degenerate, if none reincarnates
We shall bud up from dust and winds
We shall sprung up a sucker of trees
Our love shall be conserved for the heavens to see
Our heart shall budge into the tallest of mountains
Our saliva kisses shall flow in springs and seas
Our cuddles shall be rooted like rigid trees
Our love malignantly shall vitally spread
Over and around an infinite tall stem
We shall cuddle ourselves while heavens breathe
Wind and stormy weathers shall do nothing but aid our growth
We in the pot of love as spices
On earth and up in heaven
Or if they decide to tear or fall
It is you, only you and you in love calabash
I will always and forever love; ‘oh! yes I do’.
Beat her with a toothless tongue
She’s an egg threat her right or
Keep her guided like a property
Dig with a shovel never call it a spade.
Be her friend lover and oracle
Sibyl hides in her hiding eyes.
Shake her hair to drive a fly
Dishabille, she’s yours so she sit close to you.
The writers didn’t go mad writing it;
Transiently for awhile or ever
Torero! If you the readers do, well;
Then… You are: on your own.
Whose eyes sees best…
The short or long sighted?
Whose feet runs best…
The short or long distant runner?
Who does it best…
The talented or passion driven man?
There’s no such thing as world best
Without a subset if there is, it goes with time.
If the tempting forbidden fruit
I and Eve ate on a virgin nation
Is a form of pipe, syringe or smoking sedation;
Isn’t it like a modern lie and habituation
If it is seduction, how free is your generation…?
If alcoholism and delirium tremens
Is whoa and a taboo seed of germination
Isn’t it true that you will
In one way or the other
Invoke an endless vacation…?
If it were lust, sex and fornication
In a modern generation who is a vindication
– In peace never driven from Eden by self simulation?
If none hold your cross; and don’t mention,
In faith just search for a holy redemption.
Yes! tongue have no bone yet it’s
Strong enough to break a heart
So be watchful of the drops of saliva
Dripping down transiently like a gush of blood.
Yes! love comes easy at first sight
She will accept without tussling a bag
Surrendering to Cupid without cupidity
Doubtful no one cares, right or stupidity.
Yes! love comes easy, is easy to tear apart
Staring at her toe she will always tell a lie
She will if you force it but in absolute plasticity
Deep down love will never be a liberty.
What I know to perfect perfection
Always brings a total rejection.
What I know less to perfect manipulation
Always brings the best of excellence.
Well graded in trees of substance
Are you here to take the chance?
Well: exams are inverse intelligence
Aristocrat can’t make it if he was born now.
We learn in times of a word for a word
A genius this day is in a state of confusion.