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Unrest Soul: Dark minds

Dark minds are like-minded
Dangerous miles on buried mines
Dark night is the time they fly
Dawn has a sentiment for Pharaohs..

Dark-skinned is the footage of the sun
Daytimes has checks for He sees us all
Dangling is a confidential word for  the public
Darkness is a private moment created by God.

Unrest Soul: Nerd Myth

A little to the left tilts the right even
A creator may not be acquainted to his design
A gaze deep dead into his eyes
You will see a dark blood clot
You will see an iced tears impinged vein
Only live once says the sound from a gun
Others never dig: yet without a drop
Or soaked hankies: they take a turn
He searches for Solomon, Solo takes him on a tour
Hugh plight the Jackson faced
Elementary things don’t compensate
Easily imagined like a child’s dream
Such an element of want by a preachers wife
Such a lost shoe once worn on Michaels foot
Over and over again it keeps replaying
Over and over again like a tilt at windmills
Fighting ones ownself:
Friday’, where is my fun a nerd always ask while reading on friday night .

Unrest Soul: Chance 5

Chance is no science fiction
For if it were,
Would you be Human
When a throne and Angles exist?

Please take a chance
And if the fields turn green
Please don’t oppress me
Or mock my rolling tears.

Please if you take a chance
And the river flows to your thirst
Remember every height has a scaffold
And chance gives pride that grows and …

Please take a chance but don’t let it fall
Don’t let it reshuffle while you still breath
Until black-boy comes
Remember chance gives no permanent life.

Unrest Soul: Chance 4

Right from the time of feeding by blood
Riding and rolling in uterus
Right from the time a cry was induced
Chance has always been there saying
-“You tell us”

People it rejects
People it curse
People it bless
No will is permanent it reassures
– “Take a chance”

Pleas are made to be pleas
Please don’t trash
Please don’t trash me if you are blessed
Let all under the wider sky live for a turn
– To take a chance.

Unrest Soul: Chance 3

Chance fixes the situation
To those who likes an explanation
And to those who believe in miracles.

Chance is a cascading organiser no doubt
To those who have an air in lungs
And those who turned manure without a take.

Chance is an uncertainty
To those standing on a platform of failure
And are willing to swim in a pool of defect.

Chance gives an ear a wing to fly
And the hands a fabulous workable tool
To paint a drawing explaining vividly that

Chance makes you who you are
Along the complex pathway of life
Together, direct or indirect
Chance first wrote history
And it shall be rewritten
Timeless to endlessly if only you take a chance.

Unrest Soul: Chance 2

Chance gives unto an eye
A sight to believe in miracle
A gaze to see the greens and white,
A stare to watch the blues and beautiful cities.

Chance feeds the mind
With a never give up syndrome
With a hope of propensity and possibilities
With a believe even when the Devil never dies.

Unrest Soul: Chance 1

Chance belongs to a family of serendipity
But does it pity?
O yes it does.
Chance gives existence down from ancestry
Ask Eve if you must but first trace your tree:
O yes, no doubt some Angels were fallen…
Chance made human proliferate
From a continual budding bug
Occasionally we loss hope but chance is alive.
Chance is an invasive malignant cancer
Although it has the power to bless freely
Occasionally it does but most times you have to take a chance.

She Drinks Camparri

Tell the waitress to reserve
The very last of a service for-
Someone so splendidly special.
Please rinse-off sweetness from the glass
Life is better when it taste bitter
No withdrawal… Her tongue crave for it.
Not a goal yet when she drinks
My mind celebrates.
She remains me of some years back
Every bit of tolerance and dependence
An achievement so high to be an alleviate
Lifes’ very red, bitter honey wine
Play some Jazz music
Drop every flower in a jar
So much joy to see
Her sitting from young to old
Sipping camparri from a glass in style.

Unrest Soul: Creating the World

Creation of the world isn’t over
I know you may say
I am the worse of clay
But He made me so and stay

Beside Him to believe is no play
On his hands we all lay
Same source we are all clay
Flowing like the sea beside a bay

So many spaces
Spaces to fill
So His creation also creates
A perfect world His vision

Genesis in motion
From him life we create
Like an enzyme to a reaction
Together we design Earth.

Tales Of A Wife: Gaze

She got that gaze calling an apple a dove
Don’t let it blink, solid tears might drop
Don’t offset it, gravity loves tears
Slowly sagitta drops blunt sharp vortex.

Like a tongue-twister an easy hard word
Serendipity is a destined chance
If she stares at your direction:
Sun and cold stimulates a variation

So intrinsic and unique in sight
She got that gaze of the present
In it the future is tempting naked
In it the past in opaque is clothed.

An empty brain can’t forget to remember
The way she stares and gazes
True to what she sees
Cleans haze and rains whenever lashes kiss.

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