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.
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 .
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.
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.
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.