INSPIRER
Thursday, 2 February 2017
Blank
In a way I didn't plan
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Consistency chart
Each brake I pull
A break from inklove
So when I take the step again
It becomes type del type del type del del
Like this:
You paid the price
You are the light
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With no fees charged
I have the light
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With no fees charged
I featured the light
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No fees charged
I featured
My destiny
No dirst in it
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Monday, 7 July 2014
The Stroke
He comes with a silver spoon
To scoop de seed of dignity
Wish I could say he is the devil in a white gown but he is actually an angel in his perfect outfit
I saw him walk towards ma bed
I wanted it but for the pain
He rubbed my back gently and said ' don't worry you'll be fine.
The first stroke into me and I let out a loud cry
He said, 'sorry' I will be gentle
And then another stroke then
He pulled out gently
I could feel the pain but didnt resist
Spitting juices into me
I moaned, and groaned
After several strokes in and out of me
He rubbed my back gently till I fell asleep
How I hate falling sick cuz Dr Ben won't spare me de syringe
The Stroke
He comes with a silver spoon
To scoop de seed of dignity
Wish I could say he is the devil in a white gown but he is actually an angel in his perfect outfit
I saw him walk towards ma bed
I wanted it but for the pain
He rubbed my back gently and said ' don't worry you'll be fine.
The first stroke into me and I let out a loud cry
He said, 'sorry' I will be gentle
And then another stroke then
He pulled out gently
I could feel the pain but didnt resist
Spitting juices into me
I moaned, and groaned
After several strokes in and out of me
He rubbed my back gently till I fell asleep
How I hate falling sick cuz Dr Ben won't spare me de syringe
Monday, 23 June 2014
TAKE THE STEP OUT
Thursday, 12 June 2014
HAPPY MURDER
tick tock tick tock
Seconds, minutes and hours are irrelevant
He is here with a silver spoon.
Scoop the seed of progress out of me
Reveal yourself a disguised messenger of the devil
Sweet tongue your way through tickling juice beneath
That touch of purity drain
Ooooooh!!! I knew it!
The mind played around it
Heart caressed and physique adorned it
Too late, we are almost there
Did he? NO, he didn't murder
He only chopped off one arm
Then forced burning coal down the throat
He also pulled of all the finger nails
Slicing ears and shaving hair with hot blazing knife
Both legs are two good to be there
So he cut them off as well.
All this while I watched him with a smile
Actually glad he did
Smiling while he deformed the very essence of me
Ripping off dignity
Out of the shower
Rub the sweet scented ball
In the depth beneath your arm
Flee!! oh sweet songs from thy mouth
Stir into my eyes
As silently I scream, 'you murderer'.
Yearning and waiting.
Itchy eyes and glaring eyes
Comb out the filthiness in your mind
Iron the crumpled desire
Mop the wet eyes
And sweep the jokes from your lip
At that point he turned the maidservant
Set to seal the grave
Set to drag down
Now he is about to go
Looking devilishly enticing
Wish you could go and never return
But the numbness of my desire
The piercing arrows and ghost memories
That will torment only for a short while
After this rite of passage
The era of torment
Comes the mighty revolution
Beckons the great change
Adorns the new worthy me.
Friday, 6 June 2014
HEY!!!, LETS CHAT
Love: oh why? I want to stay in your bosom.
Heart: No pls, you cant stay
Love: But why?
Heart: I fear, I fear you would grow. Grow and be disobedient. You will cause me to lace my shirt and button my shoe.
walk my car and drive my foot.
Love: I will do no such thing. I only do what you ask me to.
Heart: NO. I have heard of you.Like a wood pecker you plunge holes till one is too weak to survive. What if I am unfortunate, you come and stay and I become mad.
Love: yeah, people say I am mad or blind. Ignore them all. Even God says I am the greatest gift of all. Let me in. I know there is vacancy.
Heart: Hmmmmm.... Me again?
Wednesday, 4 June 2014
RED WINE
A drop
Just a drop drained all of me
That painful drop toward the future
Since I was 12 began to bear the pain Toward your existence.
Lyk de count of toes on each feet of days in every month
I endured it in preparation towards your coming.
I moaned, I wept, I turned and turned in bed
No position could calm the storm at rage .
Stop knocking on my womb.
Please..... Hold it!
Come but please when coming come peacefully.
Drop but please when dropping lay down your weapons.
It stretched itself into pains in my leg
I felt dizzy, my tongue became dead to food.
It hated to see me enjoy
So few days before it arrives from its journey.
I have to cease my tongue
From tasting the swt juices
And the enriching tasty meals
Or suffer its punishment
Of pain, running tummy
Hurting legs and great discomfort.
It turned me into a thief.
Looking at my back with each step
Please don't draw a pattern behind me.
I pleaded with it in my heart.
A drop
I feel it drop again.
Ouch!!!!! It hurts!
Ouch! It holds below my tummy
In anger it wants to tear it apart.
It asked to be sheltered
Clothing it required layers of tissue beneath me
Though uncomfortable, I pleased it all the same.
But why mess up your cloth in public.
It betrayed me even after I gave it shelter.
So I had to take extra clothes anywhere I go.
Just in case, it played around too much and messes up again
I do all these till it finally travels again.
So while you celebrate me in. Future
Don't remember only the climax of your coming in 9 months.
But also the several years of enduring pain ready to welcome you.