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And it crept in ; blind folding me and everyone else. Now the huge colourful torch will bore a hole through it's foggy and abysmal nature ; Lightening my footpath and enlivening my soul upon gaze. ----------- Shhhhh! a moment of silence ; the other ; of guard. What a complicated nature you've been bestowed with. It behooves me to demand: shall I say he or she ... ? She's so calm that you can hear the soothing melody of the trees and partner: breeze. ----------- He's so fierce that your heart is encircled in perpetual terror just for setting your eyes upon him... Huhnh... A sigh in confusion and resignation!

Choked earth and teary skies - Shivering chickens and wimpy kingmakers; Hearts and livers on the marathon track The flora tells tales of wetness to the oxygenated stares - spineless spirits wallowing in despair; Intrepid minds challenging the precipitation; And royal heads just impermeable. Deluged mother in its suffocated crust - Cottages are origami boats, And the ears speaks of only wailers.  Chills and sneezes - Paramours arrogated warmth to themselves in the corridors of  affection; The others have thier closets ravaged by the thieving emotiveness granted to the green-eyed monster. The sky wipes up the perspiration on its skin pores - The red light is in town; And it is a brighter heaven, Rejoice! Now only the grateful lay claim to warm emotive cheeks and retinas. Automobiles on doused road - Pretty gowns and slaying lipsticks; Nice pants and silky card...

Surely, I wanna see you again! Gloomy days and bright nights. Proud smiles and guilty scorns. Oh i long to see you! I wanna betake myself there; Sinister garden of Silence and Shadows. Silence perforated by nagging whispers; ... And breeze perfumed with perspirations. Shdows of Primates: peripatetic creatures. Oh dear Promenade! What a horrifying catalyst! It was all your fault; Every single sin. Oh memory of days; Days when we employed the moon; As our guard and guide. Oh what a torch she made! The terrestrial voyage. Empty room littered with a couple of skins; Bellows of nonsensical melodies; A heady mixture of pain and pleasure. Palpitation and trepidation was our greatest sin. Nope, we dont have to! Just gaze upon gaze Speech upon Speech Visceralties upon visceralties Adieu upon adieu

The sun left our planet. Time for the moon to keep sentry; and me : guilty! I try so hard to wash these hands clean. But this water is not colourless, this soap is soiled, and this bleach paints! Like the dust, the wind blows me east and west. And rubbed my nose on every dust and moist. I,Soon, get up and walk with shoulders high and strong. I pitch the flag so high and zealously! It's all I dream of. Then that moment of weakness cripples my ribs and hind. I bury my head in an ocean of alibis. Yet my feet; always uncovered. Only then I agree that I'm guilty. Though I want to live without her! I'd never leave her alone! Dear Lord of all men, save me

Bright morning, bright apparel. Beautiful gait down the crude road; Shoulders and head placed pretty high. A brisk toil around the petty officers of unbleached hypocrisy My spirit evaded my mind, And me, fixated on wantonness; Waiting for boredom to dissipate, as Procrastination take possession of my spirit. Having sent cognition to the play ground, My retinas beckoned on the concierge for recess and distraction. And my jolly eyes already consented to this gathering of perfidy. Oh i begrudge you, you superfluous meeting! Speeches and eloquence, like new lovers, teamed up to seek voices from trachea as they thread the olfactory paths. Silence, mother of all listeners, mockers, and  guilt-stricken fellows, cowed our tongues into submission. Like a coy draft-dodger facing the bench, an auto-search for alibis escaped his bastion breeding pa ranoia, obscurity and petty commands; please welcome the fear of shame. Behind my desk...

Wait let me paint you a scenario: We both were given jewels: diamond; and had no restrictions on what to do with it. So you had yours cut into different sizes and shapes to serve as earrings, neck, hand and leg chains. Good enough, the chunk of diamond was big enough to even get your car wheels and drinking mugs studded with it. And when you didn't know what to do with the rest, you left it displayed in a bullet proof see through glass in your sitting room. Diamond spoke in clear terms in your living room, car and dressing. To all of these, people went green with envy but they still 'famzed' you all the same (tried so hard to be your friend). You had unsolicited praises of your wealth sung and you were tagged 'most expensive' or 'most luxurious'. As for me, I simply kept mine in the bank while the value appreciated. People hardly knew I had diamonds. Hence, there was no cause for jealousy, envy, 'famzing', covetousness or praises. Then a li...

 (Image source : hope.huanqiu) Like the harmattan invading the Sub-Sahara, it keeps hitting my face. If i was an origami it'd blow me away. It moves swiftly with the bus following its every move; I hear it's invisible. Its hands are cold and clean. Sadly, it is shelter to a plethora of vagabonds; Pieces of wholes sail on it, like boats in a regatta; Haven to unseeable presences. It embraces quite subtly; That kind of grip that pampers the mind. And that kind of succor that could hurt. It could also quickly send your mind on errands. A kind of gust you would cherish when the sun seems angry with your room. That same kind of gust you would abhor when you want your candle alive. They say it's the reason we haven't lost our breath. They also say it's the reason the firewood cooks us victuals. Eternal herald of man's verbalism, it remains. Eternal herald of man's woes, it always has been. It, like men, wears a garment of perfidy S...