Try, again, again
"I would tell myself"
But I'm failing more than my wins
Oh! God give me your hand
I'm drowning -
In your absence
Youthhood- my enemy
My destiny- so heavy
I didn't choose any of this.
But I trust in you, Lord
I will smile, for I know
You always open doors for me.
The USA Election
The near future is catching up
the American presidential election
is looming
This time, there is talk of a woman,
who has charmed many with her
furious laughter
The mystery is that she has no plan
on how to rule, other than revert
to socialism and spend more money
And there is a formidable man, a survivor
of two assassination attempts, the sane
hopes will win
He, the grizzled old fighter, has on his
side two knights of the realm, who
will try to change America
One of them will tackle a colossus
identity, the pharmaceutical industry
tame it until usefulness
The knight, well past his youthhood
has a glorious family background
shining bright in recent history
The younger knight, an entrepreneur
is, on a mission impossible, to rein in
his country's enormous debt
How the young knight, is going to
stop the economic leakage; we shall
skeptically watch his endeavor
age is like a vehicle
worn wheels wielding dark dribbles
taunted track melting moans
trained tyres whooshing gaunt glow
time pumps felon fuel
motive cum time, drooling duel
voluptuous velocity greets effort
youthhood yearning punctured pawn
age is also a staff
callous cedar fashioned by halves
time being a seething saw
chopping base, holder to earth draws
the keener the staff is rent
the closer man is to death.
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Note: of airy age.
I was a comely damsel
Made of fragile fair clay,
Pregnant with unhatched rebellion,
Beclouded with the mist of youthhood,
And on the broad path
Dreaming of butterflies.
I heard a still voice calling;
It was the Prince of Peace,
Oh, how sweet the sound!
So I followed closely.
But the sword in his mouth
Pierced my flesh and bones,
Caused my timely abortion,
And shaped me into fit -
A precious pearl for him.
What else can I say?
O Man of Calvary!
Your love has captured me.
You are my king forever!
(Read 1Timothy 1:12-15)
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