Where there is war,
There can be no peace;
No matter who or where you are,
We must, as one, tame this vicious beast:-
Where there is war,
There can be no peace;
No matter who are where you are
Chanting "War For Peace", must cease:-
It's like a shark with an octopus' head in its jaw,
Changing to t it prey, "Thanks for this killing tasty piece;
And thanks to the gods of water, be floodedor this blood of ocean war":-
Oh, let the rumors of war be tabooed and forbidden:
Let peace on Earth and good will to all be as has been written:-
May the thunder of hope and elighten spirit sky our ways,
And may God's precious clouds of joy blacken with coveted love;
That in the coming remaining time in our lives' coming days,
Our blessed Earth will be flooded with raining peace from above;
And may that oxymonic warring chant be forever shoved:-
Take a good look I'm definitely no hunk
To some though, my happiness is my *****
A positive type dude
Negatives tabooed
Perfection I is but at times my *****'s junk
for all narcissistic purposes,
are you my yeyo,
my guiding light
my guardian, my knight,
my moon, my morning,
my moonlight in darker nights,
I am lightheaded, yeyo
and warmhearted,
by you,
my yeyo
I am even hardheaded.
I get violent for you, yeyo
I am weakened by the climax of your imagination
I dare not belong to another
I positioned myself for this very poison
tabooed by you, my yeyo
so love me.
I searched in the plantations all day
one pineapple I got out of sweat
but it is not a normal earthly fruit
it is adorned with tattoos and taboos
The totem pineapple kills my buds
I chew calmly the sweetness in mouth
wanting not that it is finished in haste
totem pineapple, how delicious you are
At the back is the tattoo of temptation
in front is the tattoo of rare sweetness
at the sides are tattoos of imaginations
on the face there’re tattoos of satisfaction
My totem pineapple adorned with beauty
bats of the air, moles of the soil admire
but I shall not allow while I’m still alive
hot poachers to taste my tabooed totem
Totem pineapple is mine forever ever
in you sweetness germinates and grows
Bats, moles risk not your wings and legs
I have cutlass to trim them like branches
I was just like you and many others,
when the world rotated the other
way round. We only knew each other
by voices and energy. We fed on the
grid of the sun.
One day, a library appeared with the morning mist,
carrying all the knowledge I ever wanted to know.
Without hesitation, I raced into the library;
I hadn't read "WET PAINT" behind the
entry door.....
I indulged in a quiet literary moment,
as I read how the world came to be,
a rogue cosmic stone that re-winded
the evolutionary clock, and many more
knowledge I was forbidden to know
by my invisible guardians and ancestors.
Regrets sank in when a voice told me
it could see my body! It could see the prison
of my soul!
I wasn't the only one;
many other souls had entered the library,
getting painted by the wet brush of tabooed
knowledge.
As time elapsed, the invisible ones were outnumbered
by painted souls, turning to ghosts and genies in the
new era.
Still, the library is there. Some invisible souls are wary,
gazing at the library's entry door from a distant corner......
Date of Entry: 2/2/2018
Take a good look I'm definitely no hunk
To some though, my happiness is my *****
A positive type dude
Negatives tabooed
Perfection I is but at times my *****'s junk
An happy goat grins in green
Such rare species that smiles
A bloody heart entangled in codes
Freedom is my plea
In sights, i've seen
Earth gains inches in progression
In gazes, i've shied
Guilty miser - self-tagged
The bible of a race
My mind is hell-bent on relaying
In her Iris, last noon
The norms acclimatizing
In her pupil, last night
Blinking tilts, shutters her thoughts
And doubled my sighs
Before her cornea, I stood
My amplitude seeming infinite again
In that split second
I'd read the dailies
The headline glaringly read
'Injured by Addiction'
Followed by massive audible texts
Jamming the frequency of my mind
My beats doubled, I feared bloodshed
But it was just a thoroughfare
With links tabooed by culture
I am a smoldering cauldron of verbs
Confined in a disturbing squadron of nerves
So I use a glistening array of words
To keep them listening as they observe
Attempting to explore lifes tabooed pleasures
So tempting these doors like much wooed treasures
Unwilling to ignore resembling intense peer pressure
Willing to mentor the cunning presence of a hustler
Adamantly grasping for more precise understanding
Savagely gasping no advice just demanding
Carving patterns in your mind like a space ship landing
A starving lantern but I shine so I dont need handling
In death words become unequivocally timeless
So my breath wont succumb to the blantantly lifeless
If our lives have a code we are not who designed it
Will we survive to decode bet the answer is priceless
Resting serene within your shadow’s splendor
Yet jealous of the suns for cuddling with the beauty of your smile,
Wishing to embrace your warmth as the wools you wear
Yearning to taste the tabooed beneath your perfumes & undergarments,
Your caramel skin completely completing your bronzed eyes
Almost as astonishing as the way your silky locks defy gravity continuously riding winds,
Teeming of lust my eyes wish to part ways with your perfection
Yet my mind would shatter at the thought of you teasing my imagination