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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.

Oxymoron

Life is full of uncertainties
But it can’t be a short tall
Nor a sensible standing fall.

Learning is an endless end
But it can’t be a wise fool
It’s such a beautiful paradox.

Law is an absurdity wonder
Backing up a legal murder
Narrating to the deaf ‘a good bad query’

Loneliness is a verb
Beware you can’t shout while silent
Nor hear a word with both ear deaf

Likeness is a connecting switch
Boldly written in contradiction
Never to go on and off at same time

Like a legless horse that runs
Bedroom eyes is not love
No…yes… is an ox-y-mo-ron.

Tales Of A wife: Shaded eyes

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.

Unrest Soul: Imperfection

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.

Tales Of A Wife: Love Calabash

Love Calabash

Love Calabash

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’.

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