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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.
I don’t care if you fathered Gate
Lie if you lie or say a gospel truth
I’m just an innocent babe
Blessed by God to be fine,
All am saying is:
Get your grip out of my hip
My lip, my rip and my zip.
I don’t care the sizes of your balls
Large, long, tiny or small
I’m just a little babe
Blessed to be a replica of God,
All am saying is:
Get the hell out of my sleep
My trip, my ship and my crib.
Spending more time in labs
Spending all for knowledge currency
Same that made Adam hit the road
Same that the Bible warns of
Shall be good if ’tis the bible I read
So many scaffolds of divergence
So many of this and that,
Scaffolding and building
Scattering the core and calling.
May God forgive all my lectures
Who confuse me
Even when I need no genetic mutation
To embrace science facts and dump its fiction
May God forgive me and every scaffolds of divergence.
Dreams are real, past they come
The question is
Dear soul, would you remember
Your name; when you are up from bed
Or should sleep eventually refuse to end,
Dear soul, will you?
This dreams is real, that I know
But if the black-boy comes, fast or slow
The recall of the nightmare shall be no
Dreams are real, in death’s living eyes
The question is
Dear soul, would your memory recall?