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When we scorn, we lose
Walk a mile in others shoes
Don’t judge, let them choose
why must you marry two?
why must you marry three?
why are you a polygamist?
why did you do that?
why why-why-why have you chosen to punish us
why did you pressurize yourself?
The innocent child is desperate
because his plight is cumbersome
his mind is poisoned
for his struggle started in the morning
you owe him plenty
you have a question to answer,
if only God can free you a moment.
The Mirror
You stand right before me
in admiration of self emulated beauty
the giggle is spontaneous and genuine
then you break down into a seeming reunion
now you dance after a refreshing bath
let your towel fall without a trace of wrath
then you laugh, the world may hear
as you are seemingly calling for your loved dear
Finally through life’s magnetic trance
you wander and mindlessly ballet dance
as raw beauty emerges, as fresh as it can be
your loved one is an implanted fiancée for thee
They loiter in every fish market in the world-
Some nap on a breeze above neon signs,
Others on the giant palm trees by the shore;
Some sit on the jagged tips of the moors,
Or on the walkways to the selling carts,
Chased by waddling and laughing children,
Arms extended, fingers fanning the air...
If you’re of the mind
That your life has been unkind
I wonder how you’d fare
With misery everywhere
It’s better to accept your lot
And build on what you got
Then perhaps you’ll be of worth
When you finally, leave this earth
WIZDUMBs by JA 734
At one time there was a boy with a large hand that had little white spots on it. He was taken to the Doctor and it was found that these white spots were not cleaning materials like White Out, as suspected, but that he had been born with them in his DNA. He wowed his friends with them. It really did wow his friends too, though when they saw him from a distance and especially up close they all thanked God for not being anything like him. Sometimes he’d go to the mall and stand there just like a dummy—indeed in perfect alignment with the other mannequins—and he fooled all of them.
My nightmare, stuff of nasty dreams
has come again, with all his schemes
His twisted mind with mine does duel
he hides in waiting, plotting cruel
I ask why, he torments me so?
says he; “I do it, to feel that glow
The glow I get from besting you
The best I get, is from fooling you”
It’s late at night and I hear his voice
I don’t want to listen, but have no choice
Unwilling partner in past times
Convincing liar, I abet his crimes
Heavenly Vibrations -ala- inspirations
Known True Facts Yet Unaccepted
Those who cross the cemetery
or are incinerated
to add to pollution
none have ever returned to say
what still expect you may
then why live in dismay
enjoy today
and
remember gone is gone
like is the whirling wind
slapped your face
to make you weep
or smile at your free will
at the softy
but chilly breeze
If none have come back ever
then why let greed only take over
Your lovely thoughts
the flame for fame
has been now flamed
as I move along
the RIVER OF LIFE...
When I was young
every other day we heard
so and so had a brother
or new born sister
so many also came along with bouquets
as it were their young to arrive kid’s
Baby’s shower
coo coo coo woo woo
a male dove's quaint serenade
wooing female doves