TIME IS ALL

We’ve all the time in the world,
until we finally leave the world.
There is nothing more we own,
Than the time that is our own.

All the time we have is limited,
as our use of it is complicated.
When we live out time in ease,
we live and age as we please  

THERE COMES A TIME

There comes a time in one’s life
when everything feels repeated

Knowledge is old and ages ripe,
desire spent and drive defeated

When wait feels like a long stay
as all reasons appear conceited

Then comes the moment in life
we’ve had enough, are dispirited

LONELY SILLY MAN



Man’s a lonely silly single being,
all about his daily living business.
Owning where been, what seen;
gambling choices like any guess.

Faith comes and goes blindly,
everything done, a coin toss.
How each would end finally;
head or tail, it is a final loss.

ABORTION



Allow me to call your attention
to a most despicable situation.
One that people ever question,
but it’s only actually in reaction.

All alive extend their creation
with survival acts of procreation.
When choice create a situation
then crime is truly the abortion.

RACIAL RACE



What colors are people really?
It’s been a race thing, isn’t it?
Always been a contest surely;
ran all through time, ain’t it?

The sun rises to make a day,
moon smiles white at night.
Color of life shades our way,
every life is as dark or bright.

LIFE IS AN ACT



All people act like little Weasels
Pretend Beavers and tiny Seals

Their selfishness is quite gifted
He who is told sorry is cheated

All relationships are personal
Nothing human is impersonal

All Life is an act as it is meant
No one should tell you different

SEX IS LIKE

Sex is like nothing else.
It is as nice as it is not;
it is reasonable no less
and useless too, of a sort.

Knowledge of it is bliss
Ignorance of it more so
Sex would largely please
It is much like breathing
Once started, no stopping

BEST FRIEND

Man’s best friend stays near;
always beside him and here.

Dark or bright as any mood;
happy and sad, bad or good.

True friends live your life too,
just as it is; all of it with you.

WHEN HATE RESEMBLES LOVE


When Hate resembles love, it doesn’t.
Especially if Terror claims to come in peace.

Is it possible, loving anything you mustn’t,
Abhorring the whole but not it’s piece?


Then that peace you want wouldn’t; Not ever be yours, even on short lease.

YOU ARE



You are not special
You’re quite ordinary
Another human misery
Alone inside and solitary

What you make of all this,
That’s what you hit or miss.

DIZZY



Though we’re unsure of a future,
We are definitely not concerned.
Our minds groomed in a culture,
Taught to believe all is confirmed.

The familiarity makes us all dizzy,
In likeness we cannot forsake me.
For love is not suppose to be easy,
That is why it is love not just like.

STRENGTH IS IN THE MIND

Within everyone is a loving push
That could become a rough shove
With a steady sprinkle of rush
A visit can become a move

What becomes quite pressed
Actually starts off as a walk
The moment we feel stressed
Our mindsets weakens and balk

NAUGHTY SAINTHOOD



Always it is Yes she hints,
All smiles in sexy cosy winks.
So he doubles effort and sits
As her encouragement blinks.

He advances and she giggles,
She teases and he heats up.
Yet his matches remain singles
As her naked sainthood shuts up

TRUTH IS A CHILD



Every word is made up,
It’s more than just sound.
Every word likens a cup,
Refilled with every round.

Each word carry a thought,
An intent which is it’s guide.
Grown up words get taught,
They’re learned and caught,
A disguise lost to the child.

HANDS OF TIME



What time it is, is relative;
to just any moment in time.
Though age is cumulative,
it only slowly keeps in time.

These hands that tell time,
only do what we make them;
steering, without the helm.

LADY BUGS



Cladded in possible beauty,
cared or cherished no less.
Tendered with flowery duty;
still a Lady bugs regardless.

RACING LIFE



Men are the price;
Women their prize.

Time the receiver;
Life, ultimate giver.

Living is a long race
Setting its own pace.

You start with a prize
before paying the price.




Inspired by @kelechi_eo

CAGED RIB



Found my missing rib;
taken many eons ago,
from man’s first ever crib.

Named every living thing,
even she who Woo Man,
she who changes everything.

Now all time is theirs;
though life goes onwards,
I am caged to all of hers.

IT IS FOR YOU

I’ve caught the moon for you.
I will walk off the moon man,
Show him a thing or two too,
Count out his many stars too.

Watch me make all about you.
I’ll steal time, keep it for you;
Like your God, I will save you,
Show off there’s none like you.

WHY SHE HAWKS

Why does time keep ticking,
never waiting or ever stopping?
Why does the air fill our lungs,
and we live, where we belong?

Why does mother work still,
while she looks like we all feel?
Why does she walk the street,
daily giving humility a new feet?

WILL BE HERE



I will be here all my life,
Being kept, felt and fed.
I will be here all my wee life,
Being all too lazy me, not led.

I will be here all my life,
Bothered no more than fit.
I will be here all my tiny life,
Y’all just fricking deal with it.

BUDDIES

All buddies have a thing they do
That comes with time and trust
It is something they share too;
Something that can not be lost.

They could be more than two;
With more bodies than it cost.
Still they share something true,
They can’t say for sure or sort.