Danshiki
selling daughter for gold and silver Danshiki atop shovel digging and waiting
for
Retraction
is life like the squint eyed forgetting his squint for a while, laughed too
hard and is remandedly reminded by the pity on their eyes. Talk about life of
caution, enough to drive Juan mad, however sane they are. Mad enough to fall in
love, depressed, play a little football and commit a little suicide
Yes whats
that, No that’s what
“Man an
animal must bite his pray and lick the bones, Women don’t know a cry for help
when they see one”
Life
takes from me like an unwanted cup submerged in the ground. As the accumulated
water is evaporated in the sun, it should come back to me as rain to pour me,
like old my friends but any memory of friends is drowned in this cup
Still we
remain fools clapping for each other’s turn -for the crying dance in marriage
and death, so remember my son jealousy is a bad thing or remember me to
pick back those night we wasted with flimsy friends when I come back and give
it all to the mirror who reminds just how beautiful we are; who kisses us back?
Life is
filled with lust symphony and accursed accousticity so it’s seems phony when we
come to the ignored to be rejected to show us just how they coped, what it
feels like to be born ignored, with an intuckable tongue and a craving for the
ground. To the salivary one to remind God that we don’t children like that,
with hope to hack the algorithm with so much goodness, the badness might be
subdued. We can perform desperate acts in looking for blessings like
patronizing, playing with and playing the autistic and acoustic songs with a
game of canters or pray heavily under bird covered trees but life is filled
with songs that will never be heard like one I wrote that goes something like
this
I don’t see why You can’t Love me like he does
Sing to me oh sing to me when I see one thing above,
2 things near 3 things behind for you. Things formed
I sing when I see nothing but you
I need one thing one thing to get my mind right
because I left it all there all my pains and strife
so If I can, quickly want to unzip your blouse,
unhook your bra, steal your necklace kiss your neck”
Though we
love to sing about things that mindly exist like God and Love, God is love so
it make sense. For good songs I stay and listen to what the mosquito have to
say like especially the Anopheles Album that’s got a punch line that says
“what’s really cool about walking on water”
But if we
Jumped high like a cub to see why our ball is stuck in the roof and why we have
no courage to live and demand the life we dreamed Why we constantly play the
music of love to our children and play the game of life, love and left and we see
that there is no hope in heat, soap, see that the third can be the first in
came, cum, and comfort. Just so when in love we sell, still we mustn’t lose our
sense of self when we sell, or must we?
Life is …
Behold it’s the beauty pageant. Flowers bring bees and beaut do they sting The
motto reads deflower like a butterflies and string like bees Turn back with
your cloven hoofs and show the only cheeks with a contagious smile
Don’t be
the sieve He mumbled sideways the Autojudicial verdict of rape is a slap, Ask
the colored girls Rape is living life unannounced as many say - Surprise
heightens happiness so why when we enjoy adrenaline in sex do we clog in it
spirituality maybe that is why we are always frowning because we are flustered
from previous embarrassment.
But here
is a laugh for those times your mom won't give you your place because one of
your cousins came over and they treat her pretty and to get vengeance you take
that house play too far and shack her when no one is around
What a crock of shit.
Love is a four
the moment and time
Love is fore
that person who you see
Love is for
Elevation and depression
Love is twenty hates
like February a month incomplete
as the love it represent
Meanwhile
Barrel woman round ass her trade cursed herself because of her accent and
assented a life of childlessness Barrel woman goes to the market to buy cloth
that aren’t hers, made to buy goodies for children who aren’t hers so that
magical and poofically they could fertilizer hers but blind eyes could be
a blessing, Jesus cursed Bartimeus to hell, and stepped on one too many
butterflies and altered what he perfected. If he was blind to this world he
might have made heaven. If there is, Jesus knew too that why he wanted us to
make heaven here on earth because fallacies are pain and the world is a just
grave where we struggle to get the best tomb stone.
Here's an
epithet that read
She came into the store to buy a child
But they refused her because of her long
knows
She said in tears don’t you forget the past
“No! Plus you ride a flying broom”
We are blessed that’s what my God tell me
“Well look at what Halo caust ‘’
Life is
filled with thoughts scribbled on a piece of papers, unreadable and the words you
pick out look profound. But they are lost; As He was in the dessert looking for
purpose like gold on sand. One of the lethal Injections broke without a
prospect with only the peace of mind afforded criminals and his syringe and
fluid.
“It can’t
be love that made you select the whitest washed money and gave it to me”
Life so
fake it becomes real, so short impatience makes it long. If only my free will checked
by 10 commandments I instill doubt to clear guilt Watch as children exclaim
saying this is a world where Black Americans sound more African than we the
Africans. The fake existence and the stupidity where man is caught up in a war
of primary colors White and Black, Red and Blue- the cop cars don’t
discriminate it calls for both Crips and Piru
Pussy
motivates us to walk harder that’s why I carry a cat everywhere I go like
Llewyn. The reason why mummy are afraid of cats not because they used to have
one, it reminds them of a world they knew. And how hard they worked to be
accepted by a society that threw them into a big bisexual box
But for
now I want to be a daddy, but as soon as I change my gender I pray God have
mercy on my poor impotent soul but not my body I’d shag mercy goodness, favour,
God is just me and in me like an inmates roomie, At home as I frustrate the
existence the dreams of this ant on the floor with my fingers watch me pound
watch me mutilate, just because I can Who has heard the ant cry for help? I
said so did God
“I kill
and frustrate just like my heavenly father kills and frustrate I am God.”
Adults
are deceivers we wink and smile at babies giving fake signals that the world is
okay. googooing saying “Really how many pennies are in a dollar? sell unwanted
destinies for paper, sell your soul for less nigga you aren’t free?. Leave the
cell if you can, but your life is bottle up to living life raising a bottle up
talking about a bottled up existence bottling down into the bottle where your
spirit remains trapped and manipulated by the wigged one”.
Life
filled with self centered love and selfish parents are the automated teller
machines, the wife sleep with a cashier and gave them year of grief they be
running to the next bank. If there is no sense in what you are saying I will listen
anyways you are hate and relentless and i don't feel the same for every grease
of Vaseline pennies it is you i think about..You are a canoe stuck in a
crocodile infested lake without oars I jump.
“Don’t
look at me” The Sun said, “there’s nothing up here, Hey Moon do you understand
this?”
Look back
at your life you still needed to scramble for bread The last I did at the last
supper, I saw Jesus looking at the breast of Mary Magdalene as she bent
to clear the dishes thinking If only she let me grab my old feeders I will show
how malnourished I am.
Those
breasts could make me call you and ask what class are you in now, depressed but
you need to see the smile on my face. Watch me break the gossip assembly
to tell them their husband is here to their surprise, husband wants to gossip
too since Life is all about reminiscing remembering how we glued out
notes from the cashew tree sap. We made our fanta slurpy, left hand to the
right way of chewing chin chin just to make it last
But still
we stop to give direction here and there
Homo
Sadiens now with new and improved sadness the new human evolved don’t think
anymore a dumb world Sir, I hope it is okay to Ruminate with you Carter to you
since You know you can only Be hear once
You
should have slept with me I might be able to help you Even Alexander the great
knows the world revolves around Greek gifts and not macedon ones still mid
august rains are something so my hands are blocked at the passage of your walls
and I will be there for months to ensure your long labour pains as long my seed
is a cancer’
“Give us our
names back cried matured and hatched eggs”
Life is
all about ironies. Why wonder why if a wise king died a foolish death, so
wisdom cannot be transferred in genes, but I prefer and have the fear of dogs-
rabies lead to certain death that kill the wise and foolish alike. We are
all Babies that fell from the hands of our mother and hit our head it might
bleed but Life gives you 75 years to old it down with stone a piece of iron or
a stony iron cage. Just like life to blow dreams far away.
The songs
of poverty have been sung by those who are currently being sucked
skewered buy it. it is filmed with constant rear viewing of we
that tie our mat rope on our neck to adorn and heal our hoarse and sore
throat from retired singing, envious of the mat rope the same mat we menstruate
on.
“I am
tired”
Life is
filled with disasters but Floods are wonderful they wash tyres for free. I am
writing on sacrificed life even if I dream big in all I do, but I woke too
early. That just the way it is, lost dreams can’t be seen the same way
again
Burial
really is planting in this spherical farm you plant with your tears and it will
come back to the world as the seed of another. In a branch far away from the
once forgotten leave, The dead are dead so look ahead for the life I heard was
a herd maybe there is a head for this herd in the burial I asked the bereft
girl why she cried so and lied that her mother was in a better place, she
couldn’t hold and shook vehemently even to my own amazement I asked her was it
her mother’s death that directed so much drama
Priority
if they are misplaced as far I don’t see it and mind my own business I guess
the world will be fine but mine are antithesical like I could be unable to eat
but willing to cook.
Life is
filled with ignores and border I am the limp in your area who you see and
ignore without a bother I am the man who make you queue slow because it take
forever to get on the bus
I
am a disatemic beggar my heart
blesses
you I am the beggar on the
street
my dad did it too and said it was cool.
I
don’t like work and I am not disabled
I
am alive and well I have 3 wives and 6 children
I
call it being self employed reach in While I Wait for you
Have
you drank water today?
Parents
act like mirrors for the kind of wife and husband we want to be they provide us
with the perfect example or the perfect contrast for who you will like to be
with. But don’t make the mistake of comparing a twenty years old woman to a
fifty years old mother. You don't want her with the inbuilt regret only
solitude can pacify.
“Women
make you lose your virtue, your dignity, your life, and your soul”
Because
many a girls wanna be with stars and shine too, Many a boys want to be our stay
close to the stars. But if you do, you have to deal with hunger too,
dehydration and floating shit all around you. The same star that Papa was
but couldn’t do much because he was a rolling stone but Sometimes a rolling
stone need to gather enough grass tor the shade of the sun the - same star
where little ones play under with their water bottles as their foot ball and
the dust as their shadows
“We all
know that it is the laughter after the strike that hurt the most”
Children get home and lock yourselves up
They should be outside with their little
light of theirs
In their socks and try to play catch and
see them run
Run far from their redemption as the
little light tries to chase
Away the darkness they inherited from
brushing their head
Against their mother’s vaginal’s wall.
Soon the light goes out
And they are sad.
And chase after the little ones who did
the same thing
Trying to advise them to be careful, That
the light eventually gives out
But In reality they too want to play.
The children see this and run far.
Far from the instruction that an adult
play would afford them;
So really
what is happening, nothing but an old lady making cum out withheld saliva
because if Jesus came to preach love but they refused the message and recreated
the messenger to fit their greedy personalities but if he compares himself to a
thief in the night, it makes sense why? Life treats like a thief in the night
caught at his first try, It would be good if she gave us all second chances. This
days I make mistake like this not once but twice just to be sure and don’t
bother as i pour some perfume on my carcass So if you see Chewbacca tell him I
am not here tell the palm oil daughter could go ablaze for all I care and won’t
find it ironic if Ralia eventually dies of Diabetes
I am
tired really,
Life
treats all like first born sons I the player but you are the plagued like the
first born, lamb man and all. First born sons are cursed they are the children
that open the womb and break out the curses of all the men the vaginal walls
have betrayed in the maze of love and death.
They grow
up stubborn confuse and first of the family to take most brunt of the mistakes.
Others learn from them. But really relay to me what is love, "what's your
name" I said I'm Job Les by the way. My life is in two short plots
Man love estranged lover again whose
frivolities in the past come to haunt and already trouble marriage or Boy seeks to find truth by denying
his own reality as his everyday struggles draws him with it. He tried to create
an alien of himself in his family who was his only savior
Who can
love Yu like Yu Im giving you the most important lesson of all in case
you reincarnate Chinese. But even when my eyes close and I spirit travel I will
come find You, Life is filled with eye openers and moment of precipices like
when you find out you are not special
Life so
stressful but death just is too boring I would have tried it, or maybe I
did in my last life so its not new to me, But it isn’t new to my friend anymore
too.
So I
prey. That the hands of the clock don’t push me to an early grave I just want
to be late like everyone else Unlike the hands of the clock mine is perpetually
knotted to my knees like the limp in your area you look at without a border who
probably is father or was once a soldier but who cares about him anyway i look
far there (watch your OCD)
Where
money makes the devil kissable don’t peer at me infant in fact it meant a whole
different thing I wish I had wasted my life. I would have so much to keep Where
do people get cars I sit under the sky why I lie I search for that piece of
somewhere dodging raindrops. I lost my piece of mind. It might me somewhere in
my box. If I empty it here I don’t know what might come out it .I am in that
same oedipal complex where I stay and sell pedophilia and deferred dreams just
like Hugh likes them. To both the living and the dead in a kingdom
without end‘’
I say I
got to forget it. Like maybe forget it like that part when in king James Bible
where we supposed to forget it when the iron is hot and that us makes spares
the rod. In case the penis fails to work and still searching for solution that
make it long enough to cross red seas and bring water out of rocks and turn
them into snakes at will. I think we all have a rod like that, that spread
seas apart and bring water from rocks. But here we call it penis but
if the Bible talked about something other moses’ penis It’d take the
inspiration of the holy spirit for me to understand it but sparing the rod,
your mother pampered you now you are an asshole
.
Life is filled with mixed understandings of why humpty had the fall because Humpty
Dumpty sat on the wall Humpty had a very big fall for the wife of a man name
Uriah bathing over the wall during the fall accompanied by a tall King who
made a call having been besotted by the lady bathing over the wall for
the poor soldier going to war to befall a death that puts the woman
on the call for many fall
Am Sunday
bouncing bare footed call me a Cele boy on 78787898 in need of a Bit of
wanted levitation I could go high and dial 787899# and call a Indian man named
Ruruyu Puruy about the secret formula for not dying.
Chuckle
if you know and understand The Game or I have you confused like I always do or
like a female with a girls face and woman's ass, that make you ask are you
still stupid? If so I am a mad man in search of sanity rambling in the streets
of Arabia according to the doctors my cure is from licking camel toes but I
must make sure it is in the night this time but it was early in the morning
many a folks call night. And my advert read benightedly thus:
Come
to me all you are distressed and heavy Chested I will give you sex. If I can't
I will do my best. As for the rest I leave for my tongue twisted and long like
my hair,
I'm
a hard man now
I
guess been through cold I'm hard now.
I
now smoke. I now drink I am hard now
I
have been to clubs
I
have held women in nether regions I am hard now
I
guess
I
come home at midnight nobody questions me I am hard now
If
my father questions me I will leave angrily
I
am hard now
Accepting
responsibility for the things I can and pass impenitent judgment on the ones I
know
The black
bible told us that white vagina is heaven on earth and the cure for black
man disease making every man a boy scott we stay peeping.
this is a
little gossip the oldest form of storytelling, Gossip is me talking about
Yu to you About the baby that left the babygro but as long Kettle
have carefully placed lids, as long as lizards are hiphop fans and
I feel like someone is talking to me, I will never be happy. every time I
remember those things I am not proud of Tiill I finally see what I look like
sleeping
life will
always be more than hue, and you, You know
By Victor Samuel (Zetsu Zaimokuza)
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