Track me for a wind, blind
But not reasonless.
Changeful, even directionless
Yet under heart's sway.
That is if, little human
With puppy in tow
Life's free step dare to follow.
Loving whom you may.
Shadows of the past so dark, upon us now'
I note' and if you'll hark.? an image of anubis past
Will kiss the hand, of Britains caste
A geriatric and a pagan lover.
UK'S new king.' maybe the last?
The product of an ever absent mother
Gives creed to every kind of god; to smother.'
Drugs are rife, and sickness reigns
To the sound of raucous jubilant strains
Strands of reason, are derided its decided.!
The genus of image, shall it satisfiy us?
How deep we've sunk in this abyss
Embracing reason is frowned upon
Whilst we edifiy the greatest wrongs.'
Anne Boleyn Condemned
Declared England's Floozy
Grotesque Henry Imposed Justice
King's Law Meted
Nobles Obediently Praised
Queen's Reasonless Subjugation
Testosterone Unequivocally Vindictive
Widespread Xenophobia
Yielding Zeitgeist
11/13/2021
The earth is crying unceaselessly
That cried that's earnestly unheard
The grave is getting alms daily
There's reasonless massacre of the guiltless souls
In a land where there's life and a liberty as well
Thawing pot of multifarious
At the blink of an eye lives of innocent are taken
To an extent where few people are trying towardly
Stop killing us! the earth is all our homes
© Thuwaiba Shehu
In businessy emails I rhyme,
A large percentage of the time.
My weirdly waxing poetic,
Thought by bureaucrats pathetic,
When all is said, still be no crime.
“Tears”
.
Wet cheeks, sad eyes,
Enormous truth, little lies,
My long waits, my lonely nights,
U looked at me, u gave me insight,
.
Sometimes it just comes out of eyes,
Baseless, reasonless, timeless,
It wets my pillow,
It pinches my lips,
It gives me deadly tips,
.
I lay down , my bed feels pain,
My room walls are injured,
My floor bleeds,
Every corner remembers u all the time,
Time which we hv spent together,
With cuddling of my hair,
U used to take care,
.
I cry in the rain,
I hide my pain,
When I look back,
I see myself and I see ur shadow,
U were always absent,
I was always present,,
.
With a lil hurt heart the smile that I wear,
It shows everything and hides my tear___hides my tear”
Daydreams are not the perogative of the very young.
The older one gets, the more we need to stray...
We set our minds on the immediate task
So careful, we tred, of not losing the way,
Yet often our thoughts come to a cross-road
Where a wooden signpost may have a name
A name that takes our thoughts to another day
Another place, another face
And suddenly our thoughts journey through the unexpected
No more a road of painful duty, of deep reluctance
On the contrary, ...
A coming home to thoughts that fill the heart
Where common sense flies out the window
To be replaced by the reasonless
Excitement of a child returning home from school
Knowing that summer, or a holiday, begins in the morrow
Coming home,
Coming home to a splendid world
If only in a dream
I constantly look at the time so facetious,
Mocking my trepidation by easing its cycle,
Alas i await the appointed hour,
Yet all i endure is the neverending wait,
Shame on you you procrastinating hour,
Forever entwined in a momentous circle,
I pity your lifeline so inextricably wound,
I forgive your mock but plead a hand,
Do hurry for me to meet my destiny,
Why do you persist in taking infinity,
Woe to your maker for abadoning you reasonless,
But pity this soul who passionately awaits your genious
The amazement of making progress within the captivity of prospective has sour
sliding of reasonless existence. Like talking in a box of profound feelings that
alerts the man passing by with a blocked look on his face. Diving for desperate
vanity that breaks the selfishness of the moment. It makes for a justifiable place
in time, to complicate simplicity in the needs of annoyance and chaos. Betting on
the day, where brindled personalities wave their hands to the sound of empty
beats of madness.
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