Ingrained fluorescent ruinous symphonies, painted against a thankless Nuru scent rancid insolence, spawned by ingrates fluid St Romulus sinful needs, tainted by gangster reckless movie scenes ransomed incidence, In the age where God is a rumor among the rue my rule mark the Rumba ruminating the room marooned much by rubric Rubix Cubism stenciled on a feint Picasso's background balanced only by audi alteram partem framed on Janus's Kandinskian May Collection.

Could I have executed myself but still breathing?
Yes I'm still alive but the voice in my head whispers
often enough to gain control over my mind
Could I have sent a triggering thought to my
mind by going through memory lane ?
Seemingly I had done so unaware.

But you can live without them

You know the devil ,the demons and the unspoken word

the silent night that crawls in your bed and leaves a stain

all is fair in love and war ,everyday is a fight of mass murder

i don’t want bullets in my poem so I’ll say what’s more powerful a thought or a gun or is it the words

the words that come out of your mouth.tongues become the sharpest of swords,as they clash over wrong and right.the regret,the bitter,the copper tongue bite

the tears they bring ,pry your fingers off the triggers drop and the guns click

Oh, what a game life is.
Brave are those
who keep playing,
not the ones
watching from the sidelines.

Roll the dice, pick a card,
guess a word—
do whatever it takes.
The rules?
They’re stacked against you.

Spill the real you?
That’s disqualification.
Wearing the mask
gets you to the next round.

Fear takes the wheel,
steering through chaos
on a crowded freeway.
No crashes, but no prize—
just back to start,
to try again.

The boundless draped
baby blue sky was stitched
with soft
Angel white billowy clouds

Like an unwordly ethereal
being had arranged some
luxurious airy pillows, quilts
for a hard week.

The fairytale green bushes
carried the voluptuous red
mouth watering apples

Looking like edible clown
noses but deliciously
alluring to be savoured

The Eden green spear
shaped shrubbery, protected
and sheltered the

Our youngest dog, Indy,
insists on sleeping under the pillow
at my side. How well they’ve trained us,
our hearts I mean.

It all took place in a quiet room
A newlywed bride and her groom,
A lamia showed up at that night,
A bad time and fearsome site.

The fury stirred up and messed the place.
It carved much grief on everyone's face;
The bodies, ripped off, blew the air,
The blood had splattered everywhere.

It stained their young and quiet dreams.
With endless mourns and awful screams.
The cops, who searched, no clue they'd find
The vampire left no grounds behind.

IMPILO AY'KAZE YABA NOMUSA KIMI,
SELOKHU WAKHETH'UKUHAMBA WANG'SHIYA,
WANG'SHIYA NGEMBETHE INGUBO EYODWA NOSIZI,
MIHLA NAMALANGA,
NGINOK'BUK'ISTHOMBE SAKHO ZEHLE ZILANDELANA, NGIKHUMBULE,
IZIFISO NEK'SASA EBESIZ'MISELE NGOKULAKHA,KEPHA MANJE,
KONKE SEK'SHABALELE STHANDWASAMI KUNGANI?.

KUNGANI UKHETH'UKUNGSHIYA NGEDWA KULOMHLABA WOSIZI.

After complete, careful searching,
and traveling to pumpkin patches
across the garden verdant land,
Linus discovers one that matches...

A pumpkin patch deeply sincere.
silvery light of the full moon
illuminating what he seeks
and a piano's silken tune.

Haunting strains of true music aired
drifting smoke as Lucy's eyes glistened
Schroder played out his heart and soul
Sodden with lust, Lucy listened.

Go to war,
With needle and thread,
Embroider your wounds,
In colours of crimson and red.

Let the scissors and thimble,
Be your weapons of choice,
As you weave tales of triumph,
With every delicate poise.

The mop and the broom,
Shall be your battle gear,
As you sweep away troubles,
And vanquish every fear.

With cutting and grating,
You shall slice through the fray,
And with each knot you tie,
You’ll pave a new way.