Living beings hold basic instinct
to survive : quite distinct,
feel hunger, produce offsprings :
The deepest urge and feelings,
not to hesitate killings,
so that species not to extinct.
Come on let's be honest
Remember what love is ...
Its not just a four
spelled words.
it's something else, something
More powerful than Medusa spell
For real
if you want to feels, the taste
Just be the first
demonic angel
its hints more like a drugs
disappear out of blue,
Without a warning or good bye kisses
Its has not Time to stay
Just like a doctor who's run out of patients
no justice to server
but if the aim is to survive
just stay away from addiction because all your
offsprings will be
Influences by
A story you Never wrote but
the title will remain still...
A promise of foreverness
You shared with me our wedding day
From the throes of our Springtime bliss
That bore the offsprings of our love-
Through Summertime maturity,
Love, polished as a sparkling jewel
That grew most brilliant through the Fall-
Alike the brittle, weathered leaves.
Now, in the Winter of our lives,
We stay our balance, hand in hand,
And count the blessings we still share
As the promise of foreverness lives on.
Humans possess basic instinct,
quite distinct to feel hunger
and to survive, sprouting feelings
of love, compassion, greed, malice
also to produce offsprings
as descendants to carry humanity.
It is the quite longing in the heart of a man, to dwell in peace with the woman who bore him
To know her not only as a mother but as a sanctuary
There is a sacredness to her voice when it finds you in the middle of a weary week
Calling not for news but to remind you that you are remembered in her prayers, that heaven hears your name because she has whispered it there, and if fortune has smiled upon you, still you are counted among those who receive gifts
From the soil, bananas ripe with sun, avocadoes softened by rain arrowroot pulled from the earth with care, you know that these are not mere offsprings of food, they are sacraments the breath of the village travels with them
In every bite, the wings once passed through childhood trees returned to your lungs, you chew slowly knowing your mother is a fortress of 'GRACE' quietly standing watching over the life she once carried.
My daughter Louisiana
where did it go wrong ?
Why have you become so greedy
Greedy that you feed on your own offsprings
Intoxicated by drinking the blood of your own children
Your sister’s wombs are cracking with terror
Because of what you do to their children
Isn’t America the peace maker a woman who every man admires her enchanting beauty
Your breast feeds the young and old the rich and poor
But why are the sons of California neglected their tear have created rivers
Their wounds have deepened to form valleys,
their scars sing the song of survival and seek revenge
My deaf ears hear cries from thousands miles away
And my womb mourns day and night and my heart is drained by the weep
Those with expensive shoes on their feet flee
the bear footed are left behind
Peace be upon the sons and daughters of Louisiana.
400 years Today
Although my feet has bared the mercy of my body
I used the stars ? to guide me
I am no longer present in this moment
For I am not a slave
I am not a bastard
Oppressed and marginalized
I shall not bare the thought of my offsprings
For what will become of them
For miles I’ve ran to freedom but freedom had forsaken me
Arm and arm we’ve marched
Only to take a greater lashing
For what is freedom
I have no rights and there is no justice
Return me home
But there is no home
Native to the land but the land is theirs to own
Burn it down with my ashes into the flames
This ain’t no life of mines
Have mercy on soul
For I am not a slave
Times photo
First shot you're in the stomach. The ultimate invasion sits upon the blind tails of a used clock. The winding roads and cement sidewalk plead from the usual birds of sunrise.
The second shot is your birth, capturing the fake and bold who have never understood why they exist but by the grand arrival of the only one who has no unedited side reason for being there. Earth doesn't stop, and the dead still get buried. Cold, in pain, and cut from comfort.
The third shot is your 1st birthday, the only reason to get ed up. At an offsprings occasion, why not throw gas on a fire? Why not sink into the fun? Chew the fat with those you need not see again. Host to those who can't afford to give but only receive. The last and final shot is when you fall the end happens slowly, the only shot that doesn't become a blur where you can ignore the heart of the empty pit you once return to.
Once again, they horde the fuel
Tricking everyone to blame the gov't spoil.
Weeks ago, they pledged loyalty
To serve her faithfully with all might
Yet here they are, inflating prices, pocketing taxes.
They saluted the flag with pride so grand
But in their eyes, Sierra Leone is a battlefield
Where, like a jungle, the fittest survives
Even if leaving compatriots to die
To a grueling inferno on a highway drive.
Like a puppeteers, they toy with prices
Steal and champion every vice there is
Their loyalty to the country is a hollow shell
Where offsprings of deception dwell
Their places of worship arenas to trample the hearts of their compatriots
Treating each of us like idiots.
A heartless patriot, an empty shelf
Striving to fill up, putting country behind self.
Wretched monsters by all indication
Boasting of knowledge and the best education
But the day of reckoning looms, where truth will eclipse their deceit.
The group of brown headed cowbirds I hope is migratory
I really don't want them staying in my yard
They are parasitic and can be devastating for other species
As they are lazy or sorry or ill mannered or whatever term is correct
They lay their eggs in another bird's nest
That mom or the two parents are not any wiser
And they feed and look after those eggs
Just as though they were their own
However, the cowbird is usually larger
And starve their other nest mates
Cruel, uncaring might be a better word
For the parents of those little offsprings
I know they don't think ahead
Because if they did they might figure it out
If their eggs are hatched, then their chicks fed
The other bird population gradually dies out
Then what???
They might have to go to work....
Then that could be the end of the birds upon this earth
CLIMATE BEGS ON US!
Hearing nature groaning
In wild fires yawning
With storms mourn roaring
And mother’s arms opening
To consume self painfully panting
Through landslides and floods washing
When her rich children nesting
On the porches and coaches
Made from mother’s beauty stitches
Debating bills that owe them ravages
I wonder who hears mum’ anguishes
Empathetically and concerning
Perhaps the unspoken offsprings
Dwell upon heat waves wailing
Or innocent ones being scorched
Into ashes and those wilting
Unless those ones thirst to death squinting
But not us, speaking beings.
HUMAN
Humans
possess
basic
instinct
to feel
hunger
and to
survive
and to
produce.
Offsprings
descend.
Sprouting
feelings,
as love,
kindness,
caring,
sharing,
passion,
amour,
greed and
malice.
Which to
apply
or to
control,
to be
trained by
brain, mind
and soul.
Eat your veggies you'll grow up big and strong
That's what parents used to tell little boys
I'm wondering what they told dainty little girls
Must have used some other devious ploy
Like eat your veggies you sweet young thing
Boys will come knocking at your door
This underhanded method of cajoling offsprings
Was quite normal in the days of yore
The kiddies of today are much more aware
The Internet's where they get their facts
If you try to bombard them with the stuff we got
They'll look at you as if you're cracked
Time marches on in a time honoured fashion
Yesterday's technology is old hat
You no sooner buy the latest up to date gadget
When a newer version comes out topping that
When will this joy ride ever come to an end
Probably never so best get used to it
Keep eating your veggies it's still a good plan
Eating healthy will help you stay fit
PARROT PAIR
Parrot pair perching on branch,
thinking deep, also taking rest,
where to build a cosy nest,
both being devoted and stanched.
Parrot couple yearn for nestling.
In mating season coming close.
Natural ! Love with lust arose,
through hidden parental feeling.
Twigs, leaves, hay, feral grass to pick
as building blocks, materials ,
collecting all essentials.
Skilful birds to use curvy beaks.
Natural instinct of all species :
To survive through evolution,
caring, nurturing the young ones.
But birds do care for too short sprees.
Not guaranteed in coming year
will meet or mate same parrot pair.
Mating period: Season spring
is sure to greet lovely offsprings.
What this contagious smudge?
Spreading in their walk of life
With that fondness on its look
And behaving in us too august
From its stockpile and reserves
As everyone keeps impatient
And nervy well at his seconds
A mutual support it's to bring
Metrics at the edge showing up
Definitive to blend irregularities.
A beautiful painting to figure on?
Fancy vignettes out the color wheel
The artistry steadfast to the dogs
Not suspicious by its wall bricks
By most minors well foreseeable
Shrinking the grid lines as young
Such a thirst needing no drink
Hungry! Enthusiastic to starve
Canvas tensed up for buildings
Their thoughts then getting stiff.
How the streams match a channel?
Probably an invention off the orbit
Once in a while without likely set up
Soft scales splitting her shoulders
Unto offsprings of a foreshadow
Which are likely to be fully grieved
Creating gradient on last designs
So as to weaken no nail stepped in
Grounded fruits rising to their trees
Plenty of happiness everyone needs.
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