Did I hear you right in the noise high
you said to me with a deep conviction,
there’s a bright hole carved in the sky.
I asked you, is it not your imagination?
The pained years uncover on my sight
the full moon fixed on my gloomy sky
turning into a silvery hole in the night.
I didn’t ask my insipid intelligence why.
Did I see right in the deep darkness sly,
I said credibly to myself with assertion,
there’s a bright hole dug in the grim sky.
I didn’t ask myself, is it not frustration?
If in the night the full moon digs a hole
you find no pathway to the moon to walk,
you enter the tunnel imploring the soul
to take you out of the maze you’re stuck.
You said to me in sheer apprehension,
did you do it right in a lunatic confusion
to enter the hole, the mind out of action.
I asked you, is it not soul’s sublimation?
October 25, 2017.
Any guy can have a child
But it takes a real man to be a father
Any guy can get annoyed
But a real man don't get bothered
Any guy can give money for his kids
But a real man is there for them
Any guy can work all the time
But a real man is takes care of her or him
Any guy can justify his position
But a real man proves his spot
Any guy can get upset with kids
But a real man never gets hot
Any guy can talk whatever
But a real man goes with the transaction
Any guy can buy stuff for their kids
But a real man's love is out of action
So many guys nowadays fall
But real men step up to the call
There is one mathematical rule we should know:
Nobody in the world can divide by zero.
Anyone who is a mathematical advisor
says you need something in the divisor.
You can’t have zero in the denominator of a fraction.
Zilch makes it undefined and out of action.
Americans, English, Canadians, and the Japanese,
say zero is at the intersection of the X and Y axes.
Naught for the X-value renders a slope undefined.
You cannot have a quotient when the slope is vertical-lined.
A tangent is a sine over the cosine ratio.
The tangent is undefined when the cosine equals zero.
So that is all I have to tell you today.
Did I make things clearer with what I had to say?
for you, I was all out of action
I'm not used to all this mind
numbing distraction
for me, you used to bring a natural attraction
you hit ground zero,
where is your inner saviour,
your inner hero
you traded your strength, for a synthetic
shot
I left that day, while I still
had my mind in tact
randomly pick a yesterday, with
you thats how far you've fallen
your friends, had noticed you've
become unstable...this your reality
I want no part
this artificial climb, bury's who are,
you can change your name,
you'll snuff out, your natural spark
this refusal, is deliberate and defiant,
your child has lost the best part of you
in her life,
you spat out, your used to be,
somewhere up the road,
...I could go back and help you try
to find it, share the burden...
share the load
but your frightened...in your used to be
what you'll truly find
the smell of sound competing for
survival,
you'll move on attract another,
they too will become your rival
for you, you're not looking for a
good friend,
just someone to entertain you,
for your misery to contend...
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