Count down to that day
When no mouth will wag their tails
And no eyes will turn their lamps
When minds won't have cramps on my behalf
And I will knock on the gate of treasures
With strength and expectations
While I revel in the honey comb of ecstasy
Strike out days bit by bit
Hoping they run faster than they crawl
Leading me to that glorious moment
When power shall change hands
And we will have the right to call the shot
With melted hearts and transformation
While a new journey be birthed in bliss
I call out the days of reckoning
Where eyes shall bear witnesses
And the pen shall dance on the mattress to dot
When T's shall be crossed and I's be dotted
And solemn promises be made in truth
With all words pouring out as one
While eyes are locked not in grid but in awe.
I cannot wait I have to wait
Merry merry it shall be
One will add with one as one
Blood bones and flesh
Fusion to become a carrier of great ones
While it is closer than it seems
Please help me I pray to stay true.
@kolawole_john
I said I am going to get back at you
So here it is
Why do you think women call the shot?
Because if we wait for you
Things will never get done
While we are on that subject
When was the last time things go your way?
Haha
Too funny
Don’t be mad at me
I am just speaking the truth
Is there anything else you want me to speak about?
Because I can sit here all night
And think of ways why we are superior to you
Like the time when you want something
Did you think you want it
Or is it because I want it?
All things yield to me –the woman
You’d better believe it
Lol
It’s true
Haha
I’ll leave it for now
Unless you provoke me
You will live in peace
Too much info to take
But there are more
I just want to spare you the agony
Of knowing the unknowing
But don’t say I didn’t warn you
Too funny
I don’t want to start Lord
You do whatever and called it
I can’t control it
Can’t do anything about it
It is all happening according to you
And I absolutely can do nothing about it
It is all up to you
Whatever you want
You call the shot
And make it be
You make it happen
You take shot
You choose
You determine
You decide
It’s all up to You
My Father, my Own
A tinge of guilt or a twinge of sin
Ghostly pallor on his calloused skin
Taking a man's life away again
Might the hangman's conscience be in pain?
Society's dregs must pay their due
And to him it's just a job to do
Innocent, guilty, it matters not
He must obey those who call the shot.
Tonight he'll have sumptuous dinner
Grateful folks treat him like a winner
Like royalty, not a commoner
A toast to the executioner!
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ghostly pallor on his calloused skin,
a twinge of guilt for a tinge of sin?
taking a man's life away again,
may the hangman's conscience be in pain?
no, to him it's just a job to do,
society's dregs must pay their due,
guilty, innocent, it matters not,
he just obeys those who call the shot;
and tonight he'll have sumptuous dinner,
grateful folks treat him like a winner,
like royalty, not a commoner,
a toast to the executioner !
Where I want to be
there I shall always stay –
I call the shot, baby.