Memorial

This day (May 26, 2003) my stomach sang songs I couldn't dance to
In memory of the one that is called Bashiru
What a hullabaloo
Your head was blown off as though a thousand flakes of dew
Damn I really miss you
But you knew cultism was a taboo
Yet you surrendered yourself to the devilish woo
And and stuck your head deep into it like a tattoo
Even when your friends were shouting boo

But now that you are gone none of this seems to matter
Even when you are closer to gehena than paradise I don't mean to flatter
If you are asked to choose one of those liquids now you would know water will be better
If you are asked to make a choice never forget to write a letter
To all the thugs left in the project, they have to run for cover
Pain is real, hell more real, they have to learn to love one another
Drop the sheilds and break their swords, damn they have to be wiser
For in these times of Lucifer only the holier will live to see the return of the Father.

Rest in wherever!

The paradox

The paradox of my little secret
Its so well kept but yet the gist is all over the street
She got me so  high on her like am high on spirit
Her sex appeal just right at the treshold of fiver pitch
The paradox of my little secret

The paradox of my little secret
A parody of my lustful frivolity
She's got a body so beautiful with utter finality
And when I behold her my personality is borderline insanity
The paradox of my little secret

The paradox of my little secret
Eyes burning with flame of desire yet with tell tale sign of not too distant finish line
Her tongue forming the word 'Goodbye'yet reading 'you are forever mine'
This conundrum is such that I can't help but smile
The paradox of my little secret

The legend of my little secret
So well kept yet the gist is all over the street!

Rise Again

Captivated by the mystery of fall-apart
The question you ask is why
And written in those eyes of yours is the tale of no-tomorrow
But no! The question should be how
A signal of try-again
To you, your world seems to have fallen into a grave
But just take a deep breath and with a squint at the sun- heaven promises a rise again.

Life is a tale of ups and downs
Today you are in the deepth of the deepest depression
And morrow, it may be the top of the highest mountains
Why should you rear worry
When you could as well groom hope
Though this day you are downtrodden
But I say by morrow, you shall rise again.

Its going to take time to get over the past I know
But tears is never a way to help you one bit
Though to you your whole happiness seems to have fallen into a pit
But with little tilt, just take a second look at the sun for heaven is promising a rise again!

Vagaries of Nature

No one knows at least what nature holds in its unfathomable thoughts-judgements
No mind knows what the morrow holds in its mysterious hands
This day will become the yester, our now will become our then and both our now and then will become our history
Though this day we merry and rejoice
But as we walk in the twisting path that leads to morrow, it may hold wealth, sorrow, poverty. .......miseries
This is the vagaries of nature-
Though this day it may bring life, the next day it could be death
What we have is our now for what our then holds, we can not help but wonder!

RAPTURE

Rapture: The unilateral whisking away of God's created sapiens
The philosophy of the meta-physical at work
Rapture: Energy expedition, squeezing, siphoning of soul out of mind as though the ultra-emission of negative protons, as though the irradiation of helium
Rapture lo, silver cord broken, soul and sense set at par
Diffusion of aura, soul and body seperated
Muting of gravity and all forms of vibrations- escape velocity outsped
Magical transformation of mortals to immortals
Mortality and natality;
The mortals devoid of immorals
The natals defiled of immaterials
The incomprehensible transformation into extraterrestrials
Extraterrestrials to celestials.

Rapture-muting of gravity and all forms of earthly vibration
The philosophy of the meta-physical, oh rapture!

LUST PATH

Burning desire
Spontaneous fever
Blurred vision
Microscopic consequences
Bizarre passion
Unlawful union
Mysterious passion
Momentous satisfaction

Greater desire
Magnified mistakes
Petrifying consequences
Unfulfilled wishes
Self pity!

ODE OF LOVE

IN THE PHANTASMAL SCENERIO OF LOVE I AM LOST
MY IMAGINATION IS AS THOUGH ENSLAVED BY THE THOUGHTS OF THE ONE I CALL SUPERNOVA
THE SOUL OF I CANNOT BUT REACH OUT TO YOU- MY KARA, EVEN IN TIMES OF GREATEST RIVALRY
FOR RIGHT FROM TIME, I ANTICIPATED THE COMING OF YOU IN TIME

FAR AWAY WHEN AND THERE YOU ARE THOUGH MY PRETTY LILY
HERE IS WHERE I STAND ALL ALONE BUT I AM TRIPPING SILLY
‘NEVER LET YOUR EMOTION OVERTAKE YOUR SENSE’ IS MY DAILY TEACHING
BUT KARA, ITS HIGH TIME YOU KNEW I’M SO IN LOVE I CAN HARDLY PRACTICE WHAT I’M PREACHING
SHOULD I SAY I’M ON THE VERGE OF CROSSING OVER INTO LOVE OF NO RETURN WITH YOU WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME
SHOULD I SAY I WANT YOU FOR ALL TIME,WOULD YOU PUSH AND GIVE IT
IN MY HEART, THERE IS ONLY A THIN LINE BETWEEN EL-DORADO AND REALITY
BUT KARA, LOVE I FEEL FOR YOU,LOVE SHALL I ALWAYS FEEL!

METAPHOR OF ROMANCE

It stings like poison ivy
What you do to me it hurts but guess what I like it
With you I'm lost in obvious state of utopia
Yet I experience a certain degree of entropy
Like euphoria but with a special blend of self sympathy
Oh hell, with you it feels like heaven
Yea well, against all odds I know we can never be even
Sometimes I miss u so bad it feels so good
I'm hungry for more of you so much so it tastes like food
You said I'm falling deeply in love, now that's bitter sweet
How I wish its true though but I'm no Oliver Twist
Waiting to see how it ends-this our romantic carousel
'Cos I'm not going to forget in a rush this fairy damsel!

Salt

What about hugs
What about the gaze of each other's eyes that deeply connect two people
What about words
What about the innocent smiles that warms each other's heart
What about love
What about gentle kisses that even though in times of greatest worries it brings the best joys
What about memories
What about the sweet slow love making, the long talks in dark and quite, the very salt that sweetened the fellowship of a relationship
What about ignorance
What about the blissful feeling of having everything even though you own nothing at all
What about him
What about the feeling of 'to dare is to do', wanting to go on as much as wanting to hold on
What about her
What about true  love, the un kept promises, unfulfilled imaginations, the fear and all the unspoken words in between
What about tomorrow
What about hope, a moment of magic, a moment of sane insanity where every other thing becomes materially immaterial but love
What about then, now?
What about hugs, what about words, what about true love that never die?

CONQUEROR

My conquest even though may of C-section born...
foetus me! developing...towards that land of turmoil it was compelled to sourjorn
Ah! I cry when born living and not still born
Chirstened Adam, at childhood my coat I torn
father!!! I raged, why into this wrong world you wish I come?
A land where all races and faces love to clamour to mourn
A sphere where every anybody will plan to hit and run or simply scorn
And those who claim to love would either want only the fun or threaten to abscond
"Adam", Father replied, from conception to inception I have choosen you as the One
Leave nothing to worry because your conquest or the world may of C-section born
But like my banquet, it shall not be anything but come!

Conquest they say is an end product of war
conquest is a course worth fighting for
Without an ailment there can be no cure
Miracle is the achievement of the impossible through the hands of the Saviour
Ah my Lord! why should the shade of my dream be in red colour
And the air around me reak of rotten odour
Ah my son! Lord replied- your future is like the iron ore
No evil or disappointment shall shatter it to its core
From conception to inception l say you have been choosen as the One
Leave nothing to worry because your conquest of this world may of C- section born
But like my banquet son, it shall not be anything but come!

Yuletide!

Its dusk, December 24th, the owls blinking coming out of their slumber
The deeds of our Savior – His birth to be remembered
All and sundry let’s celebrate and feed on skin and hide
Because what is blowing, it’s the wind of yuletide
Up and down we go
Like merry go round, you know
Singing songs of joy
In a world our Savior, with water He has promised never to destroy
‘A King has been born unto us’
So sing the heavenly choristers
Jews and gentiles rejoice
Black and white rejoice
Colored and colorless rejoice
He came to die for you and I
And our own death he came to buy
So Daddies, let those kids have what they desire
In addition to that, let them visit Santa and the amusement parks
Adults, you guys can visit the cinemas
But if the pay is low, why not get some good home videos and watch our local stars
I therefore say to you all my brothers from another mothers
And my sisters from different fathers
To join me in shouting a thousand Hosannas
And I wish you all a very merry Christmas!