MUSA

In all of time and in all our lives
we will stumble on to one sure truth;
Man has nothing for all he gives.
Nothing is his but what he achieves.
His life lived is his legacy and fruit.


Adieu Little Brother.
I know I will bother
but I am rested still
knowing “Peace is still’

RIP MUSA

BITTER


Sweet is straight yet unclear,
Always new with its old fare.
But bitter doesnt ever share,
Though it is sinister but sincere,
So real and that shade so unfair.

SO?


Let us play a game of trading places,
pausing triggers of mud slinging tongues.
Viewing with glasses that mirror chances,
We’ll find all toes fit the shoes it belongs.

ALONE


Taste speech my brother,
Crave for words in reply.
Yearn to see yet another,
To see, touch and go by;
For lonely is every breather.

AGAIN


Tomorrow will come again
With its morning and night,
Feignedly new with some rain,
In fervent dark and again bright.

MOST LOST


Who says we are most alone
when we are with the most?
and all alone with its none;
enjoying life at its own worst?

Attempting to be on our own
we had often found its cost;
sought glories for the stone
and won prizes we had all lost.

PIGGIES


When I go to market, another stays at home.
If you had roast beef, another had the bone.
Funny how all cry (we); and still end with none.

PREDATOR

Wisdom is the Owls,
Opened eyed it saw
Cooking sun bowels
Blurs its sight more.

Little shows the moon,
Like stars in the dark.
To hunt it glides as soon
As dusk shows its back.

The prey that hides
From shine of day
See less of the rides
And the Owls hurray.

ZOO KEEPERS


The chimps are gaily as will ever
As the fauna king will rule never.
Penned in a checkered metal home,
Their chatter roar a collective hum.

Huge trumpeters cupped for show
As archaic aquatic lizards flow.
Their mud puddles not more free
Than the walled rivers to be or see.

Eagle soars only in its mind
And serpents share their kind.
All the skies they see and saw
Lost like their choices as before.