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I Feel No Billow
I FEEL NO BILLOW:
Obvious smile covering enormous of feelings.
Shadows on the wall tells 'bout what could be happening.
Self-isolation mobilised for a painstaking decision.
Children of destitute parents on gruesome mission;
Fantasies and fallacies boosting men for filching,
Selling souls for vainglories all of a sudden.
I'm clinged to a belligerence as proud cudden,
My hope, my goals really strictened and patterned.
Need no crowd to choose me to their party.
Scope of brilliancy stems up my solitary;
Ground of comfort that moulds my pedigree.
My partnerial souls covered by fervent prayers;
My wife, children and few friends are the best players.
This is a God's given family whose love never perish.
To whom conversely, we have each other cherished.
Literal and abstract stories framed in vital matrix.
Inside the mirror do I stay keenly refurbished.
Calmly take off the specs from your eyes,
And never try get off the log in mine.
No need for a heated mano a mano to survive.
I got to do that by myself at every single time.
Better abstaining from any a brick,
For me not to wallow in the mud set for any pig.
My indicative nounal words rightly aimed,
Really my pure name not a pseudonym.
No room for spiration and blame,
Even Gehenna can't have me flagrated with shame.
Heaven blessing's on the Sparrow;
By the hands of the Almighty I don't gallow.
And the path of the narrow gate do I follow.
"Anderson Solomon", I'm strong and mellow.
Salvation seems steeped yet I feel no billow.
In the Divine glory I ever girdle at a pro Bono.
Copyright ©
Anderson Solanmuse
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