Young blood

Brimming with energy Chest popping to the tune of the Piper Breaking sweat over hearts of women Trying on every pot of danger He’s young, round and brown Comely brood like a freshly baked bread Oozing pheromones or gunning after them Oh! chemical romance Simply a cart to their hormones Brainless chariot of reckless adventures…

Sheeps and wolves

The bidding of sheep and wolves The rhythm of cheats and woes The rigging of wit and votes; the heist of suffrage A tunneling disease that infest the whole Burrowing to the core to arrest the soul The exchange of freedom for mint currencies The ceaseless sycophancy that crowns the worthless Handing the realm to…

Little ones

Little ones, little ones Put to the blade; unfairly bade Blood spill to still the course of tradition upon the hills Yells of pain, all but squeals to the “healer” who part their skin with sharps Skin-deep burns to sweep demons off the bums The little ones yell for help, but their yells are taken…

Closest Ever

It was one of those fun days when all the chores had a boldly struck line impaling their guts on a list. I found myself sunk “single-bottom-ly” in a two-armed chair. Arm stretched out loaded with a whip for the television. Signaling a red light each time I pushed a button to wire a change…

A Tomfool’s Solace

A stranger inned, a comforter weaned A company of deceit in a glittering armour, yet again gives credence to the popular saying of “glittering ” and “gold,” and “birds” and “bush.” A decent destiny opposed by a gluttonous craving for the droplets of gruel half-through the burn With hearts racing to dock the dove, a…

Low key

Man, Oh Mankind! When things get rosy & cozy, we often get overjoyed & delusional. We assume the same for others with conflicting fate & mood. We perturb ’em with our superflous ‘Cinderella story’ out of frenzy, & partly in an effort to create, artily, a representation to edify our image…while we stage a lockdown…

The Show

The very much anticipated coalition, that has been the trigger to disputes, confrontations and libel, has ran its course. It left nothing but a vague memory of a good company of smiles and jolly fellows that basked in the moment. And a pile of shredded paper notes of economic value in its path.  All it…

GREGORY OPENS A NEW BOOK

   Its no longer news that we’ve dived into a new book authored by Gregory; The Gregorian calendar. Another dawn in the sequence of calendar markings.    How did the day start for me? I bet I was on my bed cutting down my study load. If I weren’t doing that, I would have been…

Deathly

 Drifting with the wind on a dusty Monday morning is an old man with days far spent, and night, dangerously near. Strolling down the avenue, with trees saluting his age, the wind caressing his grace and the earth adjusting for his fade. He hangs his worn pouch of ages which he has no shame. His…

Suffering in silence

How do I say it… How can I tell it? The tale of the man that weighed in his sanity for the warmth of a woman And got heart-whipped after he served his purpose as a nose rag He is indeed a fool for he saw it coming but played blind Now he wears a…