her beauty is her strength
seduction is her power
cos she kills every heart
with her beauty
she knows the weak point
of the standing men
she is a professional
flirt
she never let go her zeal
or the men will bleed
she grow up to be a
feminist
cos she likes to be
the Queen of the jungle
were wasted men
satisfy their soul
as they pay the price
of her beauty
her beauty is her strength
she likes to be in charge
she never listen
especially to men
she believes she can't
be second
so she grew up a
feminist
in the midst of weak men
she was a boss
like a man like a woman
was the questions of
her victims
cos her rule is that
of an iron lady
her beauty is her strength
power was her aim
male control was her moto
she never need be under
nor be guided by her hobby
instead her hobby must
be a captive in her nets
of control
she is the master of
all but her perfection
is rooted on deceit
so her ego equals
seduction power control
touching the weak point the feeble sword of failings point of man’s error
WHO IS AFRAID OF WUROLA?
Who is afraid of wurola?
The mountainous beast of iloba
The land Of the creeping giants
Wurola, who stitches his heart with blood
In the bettle field where the breeze
Announces the deeds of the giants
Wurola,Whose Mighty hands slay thousand
At a sight in the battle field of yester years
Who could challenge his authority?
He. Once flapped his tender Wings
To embrace the spirit of sango
He is the worrior who played with
human skull and danced with the queen
In present of the king who killed his family
Are you afraid of him?
Who is afraid of him?
I am not afraid of him like them there
He was once my Schoolmate
In themorning of yesterday when
We Wore khaki treading down
The street like children of the gods
I can make him swing twice
I Can knock him off balance
And Remove that crown of worrior
On his small head
I know his weak point better
Who is afraid of wurola the worrior
I am not even moved by his presences
Even though he taller than me.
So Morality is guided by a compass
Who engineers that compass
Does my true north bears south and my east to west
can we see beyond the basic conduction of a decision
as a compass is only as strong as the material it is built with.
Actions are based on philosophies
philosophies dictate principals
A Principals weak point is dogma
A principal is only valid at the time of conception
What factors have changed
What factors have not changed
Why does the love affair between hypocrite and principal melt so deep
Logic is my pathway to righteousness
righteousness and morality should then stand on the same pillar of strenght
Why then are they so far apart
What is this fallacy
To connect the dots of another mans soul
why cant they connect to mine
All I want is a relation
Yet my logic does not convince
Blame goes to the synapse
the pathway created by the mold I was poured into
The hand that was never there.
Creating righteousness that could not be challenged
Where do I go to be to transformed
I am screaming to spill over my mold
Yet limits are dictated
Do i not get a say
If You're My Friend
If you are my friend
walk with me to the end
Avoid to disappoint
endure my weak point.
If you are my friend
walk me beyond the bend
Bestow hope when I sigh
comfort me when I cry.
If you are my friend
lofty hills let us ascend
cherish and do trust
though I be soiled in dust.
If you are my friend
let fissured love mend,
and, remember and recall
divided both down we fall!
27th September 2013
You are free. And I`m not tamed.
I`m an isolated island.
You do love and I do hate.
I am earthy, you are skyward.
Did you want to have my soul
Pulling me into a maelstrom?
I could not act on my own.
I just followed you at random.
“Hey, my doll, let`s have some tea”.
“Let me play with you, my master”.
But I`m not in love, you see,
Toys don`t fall in love – it`s nasty.
You do know which string to pull.
And you know my every weak point.
But I`m not in love, you, fool.
You can`t take my heart and own it.
What we have is déjà vu.
Who is nervous? Who is careless?
I won`t fall in love with you.
Lifeless dolls are cold and senseless.
You never knew me
for who I really was
you saw me at my weak point
You never knew
how strong I was
in my loves and hates
You never saw my talent
they're coming back stronger now
You never saw my true outer beauty
My spirit was dying
the effort was dying
living a lie
and dying on the inside
This will be my second make over
but only this time it will be complete
my appearance
my friends
my god
my likes and dislikes
my inner most power
and the fight I have
to stand up for what I believe in
No one's gonna tear me down this time