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On the qwerty keypad a word in capital letters on the walls of an ancient cave the word in its royalty but on the cotton paper is worth that gives goons enjoyment                                                   that gives men lust for satisfaction                                                   that gives women in-secured security in heavens unknown to them is worth more than their dreams more feeling than emotion more ecstasy than pleasure more beauty than sight In present civilized sophistication is damnation materialized sense of china that makes us sculptures breathing them to life with reduced spirituality the laws of motion may not take us to the future without knowing that a seed in future is a fruit without knowing...

On our clock of love be the arms that hold me in the courts of time when they judge us we will not be put to shame be its face for me to see how beautiful time can be when the pendulum dongs let it chime like Christmas bells walk with me for us to realize that time is on our side cry with me for us to know how exquisite ecstasy can be laugh with me so that we can stretch paradise wherever we are sing with me for our hearts to ride on rhythm to take us to harmony Every time you will twang our guitar I will be the wires that multiply notes like those of harp to show you how tight we are be the keys of our piano to open our musical hearts to one another for a song my soul will always sing you a song forever on the corridors of time on my way to eternity I will love in a way it will never end bathing on the fountain of forgiveness for my love to be immortal truly you are my gift from above My flower let me be your stalk let me be the nectar in it to sweeten your beaut...

The first time I saw your face I saw an angel the first time I heard your voice I heard an angel but I do not want to sleep and wake to realise... I had an angel all I want is to sleep and wake to realise... I have an angel I went to the court yesterday to sue time and life to the Great Judge why is it that I see you shortly? I talk to you rarely yet I fight with time always trying to coax its stingy habit of enticing life with its bag of magic spells that spells my work to an endless word robbing a minute with my babe only for the verdict to be passed... that I had not crossed the road on patience street Now.. I dream of a seraph that I may have one of its golden feathers from one of its wing but I thank the Creator for giving me an angel who is so beautiful exquisite in stature where my heart has found bosom I wake and I see the smile..of my angel

Your beauty shimmers when I look at your shadow I see an ocean of affection in your eyes to quench my storm that is breaking self control unstable like a radioactive element where I find your music too enticing to forebear your love's flavour has my tongue recite an enigma of a masterpiece that I wish to serve and ultimately to have I wish to dine at your table where all delicacies make an exquisite pattern like the Picasso's abstract that pattern that is definite to a chessboard if I draft then it is no longer about draught for when I checked your king the kingdom I was given to dance with a crown on my head where wisdom had found rest Eternity needs to whisper some charm to me to coax time to reveal the future a future that is desiring your presence for it without you is like a dawn without sunrise and roses in the fields will not unfurl kisses of dew will not abide on silver orbs and definitely my heart will not be tenacious with hope again But......

If I pick up a word from abyss will it be a blessing to curse the infinite chasm If I pick up love will it heal my soul that is marred by searching evils If I fall in love will I stand my ground and fight for it If she loves me will I love her back with greater devotion Oh dear Creator what will I pick?  instead pick me up to dance on the edge of infinity I need a title in your land,your love to build an estate of love for her to live in... my love.. my mother.. my queen.. and ultimately your gift!!

Her attractive silent demeanor makes that exquisite noise of beauty that makes sculptures wake momentarily to peep and see treasure before they succumb to sleep again her silence is golden in worthiness that surpasses... vaults of Solomon her speech is silvery for her counsel comes on a silver splatter when you listen you grow and become a scroll of wisdom for many to read Her simplicity is royal her virtues are a drop from heaven smooth like a silk sheet and soft like a harmonious note when she smiles... you realize how Mona Lisa had a perfect set of teeth why Leonardo had to hide them... her sigh is like the peace in a song when she chuckles it intoxicates like haunting song of an angel Her grace when she makes mistakes makes all crowns worn by kings cheaper than the cockroaches that live in their palaces when she loves... she makes her man not to value all vaults of central banks in the world more than her for her wisdom shines greater than sunshine on Swis...

It seems that the moment is gathering dust on the memory shelves when we had a dream of falling snowflakes when we cherished uniqueness of each flake and I thought the sun was in the crevice of our passion all the problems I heard from friends that pertained relationships to me they were fantasy not in our fairy tale with you I thought the magic of love was not a miracle Now I would rather not ask the oracle of truth the truth when you have become a sculpture in ecstasy of silence afraid of coming out of the shell to my welcoming embrace afraid of my judgement on your blameless mistakes afraid that you have broken your promises beyond mending afraid that all was a dream that reality may hurt beyond healing that I am a saint and you are a devil but my heart suffers when it seeks a sermon of a saint who is afraid of halos  hovering over her beautiful head The shoe may be bigger but we may walk barefoot it may seem like the clock is stopping but its the battery tha...

Assorted masks on the floor of reality when lovers look at them...they pick that is why... I cry when I want to smile smile when I need to cry make a face each moment and blush furiously when you make them the games...our games I will call you names when I want to whisper comfort to you turn to coldness when I really need your warmth run away while wistfully wanting to stay forever call you in the morning with the hope you will call at twilight to make fire on our beautiful hearth Only those rare moments that I come out of the shell hoping you will accept the reality hold it and hug it in your arms but I find out you are casting a dice starting a game while I end mine becoming a poker face in a casino and I am worried sick to be lucky Now we are consumed by intrigue of love seeking freedom with inaccurate calculations a bubbling bottle of champagne tightly shut all we do is make ripples while treasure shimmers bored by our attention at the floor of the ...

Praise His infinite Majesty in His gracious wonder He will exalt our inadequate natures so below His angels the ecstasy of His wonder is beyond feel if our hearts do not desire His face His light will always float His words that whom that seeks surely will find and whomever will desire in purity His law will worship them and grant them their wish In our ignorant ways let us try to sing Him a song so that on His palm the shoreline of problems will forever recede His tempestuous love will tempt our weak heart for strength to trend tenderfoot so that we can be tender-hearted For He is tender and vast in understanding He is infinite in His virtues forever balanced by His justice and wisdom my soul desires to be closer to the Most Supreme Soul to forever bask in His shadow where no light can smolder brighter than it Who would cry on my behalf? who would love the unlovable naught of my nature? who would give me Eden free from sinful price? who would judge me fairly my...

I am saved... but I don't think my salvation was ever tipsy... like this before one more for the road today that stupid husband will realize that I rule after all those years of faithfulness and he betrays with another man even God can understand don't you remember Soddom? I don't want to be a rock of salt furthermore I know I am forgiven by Jesus my saviour That senseless girl... after all we have shared since the first semester she has just used me  for her selfish gains give me another...the nectar of the devil as we talk she is happily opened her legs like petals of morning glory you tell me to go for a HIV status test... I can't...what if I am positive...my parents! let me die happily in ignorance where is that bartender? I need a drink that will shake up my senses Just bring them over... the three of them I am not feeling anything yet...that demonic loan I am doomed and even my wife and kids don't know that filthy godforsaken bank is....

You love... comes in part yet wholly comes in pleasure yet painful comes to stay yet to let go comes in poverty yet so rich comes to choose yet unprejudiced comes certain yet unpredictable You love.. who is proud yet very humble who is blissful yet tormenting who dies yet immortal who ends yet eternal who burns yet frozen who is timid yet very bold who is an enigma yet very simple You at all times in your existence.. is you and love in part..yet whole for there is love and where there is love there is you love is you and you is love that is why when you dies there is no love... All for the keeps.. as long as you love loves it is eternally that way

The song of stones that sung at the top of the mountain hit by blizzard taking away its warm breath to catacombs of frozen hell in a strange lilt that made it lose it beautiful demeanour transforming stones to irregular peaks piercing the sky prompting the sun which was to warm the soul of the song run away as the music tried to coax the stones in the quest of making them precious They remained jagged and ugly in stature outcropped in a disturbing appearance in the garden of harmony so it called the moon in a swooning lyrical voice to reflect a ray of the sun for the stones to see the song of beauty with their enlightened ears but the moon was new from its usual shimmering enchantment as it embraced the proud darkness helpless was the tune in its ailing strength which was bored creativity in the debris of doubt ...and the night grew weary inviting the orange skies when it tuned to the organ it found it dead for rhythms it voice was gone and skills of dance were a fr...

When I met you at that wine shop that is dry now I thought I had found a true fruit but now its a forbidden apple that you were a bubbling bottle of champagne but you were too tight for the party to sky rocket we were imperious to the clouds of love that were heavy with rain as we raised our red flag that there would be one door a tween our hearts I gave you my innocence for you to know I trusted you I tried patience to beckon forgiveness to start our new stanza in our song to dance in awareness so that our emotions would become feelings in devotion to their sacredness for our freedom from guilt and lost time that in endless trials we would try to purify this love in quest for fulfillment but wisdom has a selfish urge to unfurl afraid of unjustified scrutiny it cooks itself beyond the required temperature...dear love let me tend your burns for I understand more than you know do not let bubbles of champagne forever bubble in the bottle.. let the party ...

It was love at first sight but when my ears had a second of your sweet creamy voice after the third serenade I had an emotional turmoil for the fourth time whether to love you more times than the fifth instance or to become a hermit of love with a sixth star of David Your worthy number seven in the seventh day of the week had eight colours of the rainbow the extra being the paint that was the rain in the cloud nine I could wish for it more than ten times in the zenith of beauty of the eleven silver linings of the cloud which has blissful wholeness like the sainthood of the twelve Let discolour the portrait of our thirteen secrets and paint fourteen of them in fifteen sapphire crystal vases to be the sixteenth reason for our friendship for the seventeenth time I declare my love to you but on the eighteenth instance I will propose Will you marry me on nineteenth? so that on twentieth I will not be a married virgin only twenty two for the sides of the coin in your ...

The taste of this wine is like a dream that I see in the horizon floating like paradise that has my thoughts of you twinkle stars in the sky clouds billowing in lovely patterns in the day my thoughts of you roam in the heart to stay they are like the hand of Midas they make my heart golden thinking of a life without you it is like a violin without strings or a heart that has no heart The drop of this wine of love is indescribable it intoxicates my love like weed that grows into a beautiful grapevine that makes a rose dewy with beauty painted in the rainbow of your reign if this ends... there will be no heaven in paradise my million kisses for you virtually will wither when the dust of time settles down and I will die a martyr of patience after I stagger and fall on dryness when your love has drunk me into thin air Join me on the dance floor where the waves of rhythms invite provocatively as tears of desire splash in a beautiful fount...

In the crypts of the library of life where my soul desires to write with the rarest pen that has golden ink and write the truest story beyond misconceptions and grasps of the decayed on the ocean called purity and sit on its placid surface which is as clear as a crystal and write words that will forever smolder in truth on the pages of the book of water On the perfect face of the moon the story will be reflected to the stars from its very pages made of elixir of life it words.. will not dance on the lips of gossipers in the frowning hearts it will not find love whenever they ruffle its pages they will be washed anew for only the pure in heart can fathom the language of hearts written on water I cast my request to the Librarian of life that my eyes may see the rarest scripts that my soul may fathom the rarest art that my heart may know the ultimate joy as my mind tastes wisdom on the face of the portrait inside out that has answers written on watery pages o...

POETRY NUCLEUS: THE LANTERN OF STARS : It is a plea to be sensible after your love has made me to fly to the skies where it is the highest knowing very well my fear of heights ...

It is a plea to be sensible after your love has made me to fly to the skies where it is the highest knowing very well my fear of heights with a reason to fulfill the promise that you made when we met swearing how we were to fly to the stars so that I could learn to face my fears You took me to them but you plucked them and put in your pocket and you left me miserable in the dark all I do is to grope for your tangible absence as your scent lingers in your wake How do I read that letter that has those promises that you swore in the dark while I feel the touch of the braille of the sacred tablets of our love that are now a bitter pill to swallow in my confusion that fuses with my insane heart and I hope... ...to build a castle in the air that is strong enough to walk in and look through the window patiently with optimism to see you coming through the gates for I am still here at the cold fireplace in the crevice of darkness numbly wishing that I should not hav...

POETRY NUCLEUS: A CLOWN FOR A CIRCUS : Open sesame an inevitable acceptance of beauty lyrics in their dance of enigmatic harmony this is the best of a clown's story see it...

POETRY NUCLEUS: CARESS OF BEAUTY : Touch me beauty your satin hand seem to be filled with stars in a misty weather that is sweet with scent that has me kiss your flower to...

POETRY NUCLEUS: SCALES OF DILEMMA : When the heart smolders on the lips as the words light flames of silence and you walk away slowly like a dying breeze while your coldn...

Open sesame an inevitable acceptance of beauty lyrics in their dance of enigmatic harmony this is the best of a clown's story see it on the mirror smeared with honey the magic of dreams intertwined with reality in the secret symbol of sweetness all for the weird times for the circus and the clown It has been two thousand and sixteen between sunrise and the west only  in twenty three for the chest it is eleven for the twins twelve for the journey to paradise nine for the compassionate souls three for the most beautiful like angels and seven for the royal sapphire rings for whom that cry behind the curtains Oh beautiful angels it is all about the zero see that clock in the seventh dimension it is a sundial in the third for a century I have some faerie dust of eternity let the magic sizzle for Father Time to have some rest and give him six strokes that every soul earnestly needs it Do not listen to a mad clown in the midst of an insane circus why don...

When the heart smolders on the lips as the words light flames of silence and you walk away slowly like a dying breeze while your coldness livens coldness to freeze it is the instance I realize it was true love when peace has flown away like a dove as eyes become a fountain of an emotional river while the souls swirls with hope shining like silver and I am touched to believe you believed I lose the title as the story begins again I am consumed by the dreams of blissful moments who will tell my side of story? if it is too worthless to be a side of a coin so I take comfort with me as I reward you with sweet dreams on the floor of this love I take a walk out of its castle I am banished to take my sadness to the sea where I shall my heart's blindness to see As curtains fall with time in fire wax of happiness which was my rhyme my love is yours even if it was a crime I wish you like bells when they chime let it be Christmas to make you me...

Touch me beauty your satin hand seem to be filled with stars in a misty weather that is sweet with scent that has me kiss your flower to sweeten my fruit of speech why don't you talk to my heart? you talk in a soothing and smooth voice I am charmed beyond my chosen choice Whisper to me beauty your silky songs that caress the linger of your cooing voice is beyond affection that madden with sanity beyond my insane imaginations drive me the edge of your cliff to slide on your precipice and land on your fluffy pillows that sing lullabies in my dreams while I wake Have me beauty to increase your intensity beyond tell me you adorable tales they billow beautifully in colourful gales afterwards we will stroll into life on its mysterious streets that assuage the curiosity that has my cat killed by a rat on your royal paws Love me beauty for an extraordinary extravagance of sweet emotions that titillate the pretense of sensibility in your temple I abide for this...

Dear with reverence this is the gift of my reference I thought of this as a gem but material wealth is not my health it is not my fountain of youth for our preceded days will sooth in time we have invested time with memorable moments infested as for me dear... I perceive it more precious than deemed for it seems my esteemed sychronicity is the chronology of love to eternity Oh my adorable nightingale why do you shine night in the day of my departure? you are the apple of my eye so when you cry mine are a fountain to drown our fruit sweetheart be strong like strings of a guitar which vibrate in harmonious rhythms be sensitive like the placid surface of a pool where my love penetrates and sinks to the bottom for a queen you are to grace the throne My beloved take this photograph of the moon in its elusive and enigmatic moonlight always know my love is the sun that is shining in the day beyond the night and whenever dawn is at hand smile when the sun rises w...

It is the ultimate bliss to behold a rose blooming in the sands of time the moon making waves of splendor on the crystalline ocean of eternity as beauty makes footsteps in the quicksand of tidings at the beginning of the end... when unquenchable desire burns a soul which churns as the beauty of longing swirls on its mysterious being for love at first sight always is but sleeping hearts open eyes when too late The wonder of the rose looms satisfaction wearing it accurately but onset the golden belt loses waist and time moves leaving memorable footsteps engraving... smoldering tattoos on its flawless crimson petals ripening a fruit yet to be seen falling its royal petals to be sin and blindness though allowed is their first sin whence the flower withers ending the first scene Soon... the chuckle of regret lingers when the eye has nothing to fight its hunger a withered rose may  not serve its purpose for silver platters are worthwhile but with a dry...

...and he wakes after whispers of reality have died down his dreams enticingly calling back but his tears could only become drops of paint to paint his desires on the mirror of life fresh and wet to drown his fears away that his faith would be rainbow in a clear day who would think floor of an ocean dusty? unless you have been in heaven and hell In his stupor's tirade he gathered himself at the bottom of the cliff with the golden precipice searching for the temple of his soul only to meet stones strangely curved to camourflage with beautiful legendary engravings of emptiness the sculptor having sighed into thin air made him a dice of bane he was cast away as truth burnt him after deception was seen He met mermaids at the fountain of pleasures the sweet nectar of lotus in its lilt he was drunk while his future was plunged into liquid hope only to dry out and break into slivers which reflected hell that burns unlike winter in heaven he changed rhythm and m...

Blow by blow blows me away two by two made to decay one by one for love of us all cheek to cheek for the kiss of freedom heart to heart for the wealth of every kingdom the effervescence of my wishes but away they gallop to precipitate elsewhere I was to wed but she was a cripple she would never walk down the aisle They said they would die for her after my heart was put on the guillotine my charms made her my sleeping beauty but I was awake in a dream where she was trapped in a fairytale which the ending was at her sight but she sleepwalked towards the future her heart loved while her mind hated her heart found but she thought she had wasted so she copied suspicions and soon pasted when she thought she had killed me after dying for her Like a letter of distress I was pasted crumbled and thrown to the bin the bin which was emptied the litter to the river where I found home where I flow towards the sunset she runs away as a mermaid below the waters where I ...

You had me going crazy I am in a mad town now my insanity in a maternity if this conception is a reality a father to be this moment for positivity that pieces of my heart are far apart to infinity moving on is a pain for immortality I want to pay for I am priceless I will fly high to be star struck walk on skies for a star trek sail on music while singing on the deck I want a deep kiss with destiny not a peck for in this abyss of deslation I can float a castle of consolation to live in as long as problems are within solutions will always be without As the clock ticks I invite betrayal to be my timer the pain to be my charmer my heartbeat to be like a lilt of a love drama if all promises you made were a murmur let the world shout and ground shake for it to be firmer if this world is not for you, your heaven is a drama I gave it to you in the palm of your hand blow it like a kiss for it to be grand I leave the person in you for I can my other waiting in sigh...

When synchronism of time and clock... does not dock it becomes a simultaneous tragedy when the ship of life docks with a strategy and the image on a mirror starts bleeding real like red roses on a white carpet after the truth has cheated deception to be a puppet like pinocchio whose large nose blew a trumpet blowing truth away before it could smell it and the blue paint fades in the sky as the wish stands after a lie Walking on slivers would reflect everything but the reflections sacrifice would abide forever forever on the cushion of feet for them to sit away from the waiting audience whose hope hang at the edge of a cliff forgetting the smooth precipice of life which would embrace death warmly before falling off the arms of a clock should give me hand to embrace patience until my world ends when the cloak shall fall at my feet with the rustle of immortality behind my deeds When a white rose blooms a thorn in a blissful instance in a definite lineage of peace ...

I remember the evolving memories as I watched lovers as they fell high from the twinkling galaxies shooting down in a tumbling flight an eye for an eye was their sight losing conception of their sad creation a tooth for a tooth in a way they could not smile to align their contorted faces as pride baked them in the oven of its lust Therefore they fell into the waiting darkness below as they wailed shaking the silence of the universe while their hearts remained in a deadly silence as they pounded one another hitting with greatest passion felt tearing one another to pieces Soon they were caught in tangled webs due to the painful thrust of fate shocked and confused by the war in motion in the night with no stars in the sky only to tumble on the ground becoming slivers which reflected their agony agony that trembled of losing one another but the weight of their stern unyielding egos set their ground ablaze The flames talked in tongues their voices etched with u...

A lie to the sphinx made it stone that it would be remembrance of the lone but moment of life had importance in a pawn and the fatigue of ecstasy is that life when flowers bloom in a château of an empire flat in it stomach of a plateau if satisfaction has made a helix a helix of confusion in the wake of a sphinx the moment of life is a spell in its jinx Regrets bloom ripples on the pool the placid surface of the sea mirrors the sky when snookers are broken on the pool while the tone of curiosity asks why for the lilt of mystery enchants the clock while waves send goodbyes to a weak ship in the dock a tear of hopelessness is an elixir that dances on the fountain of belief it is a winery drunk in its stupor maybe billowing steam is not hot like vapor When aesthetics fall out of beauty it hardens a heart after falling out of pity and madness may send reality away if the attention of deception parades to sway like April it were after May the flow of time would st...

It was sweet walking through a black forest sight was sweetened by the taste of mystery but temptations seem to entice miracles love on the beach electrifies a smile on the sea kissing on a flawless veld quenches like waters of heaven a wave to the ocean entices affectionate storm a kingly palace stands proud with a queenly presence for a heart against the world its love cannot be quenched by a thousand suns Playing the pipe did not hold any water when my dearest of friends wanted to dance only for the curtains to be raised before realization the world desires to break etiquette a custom in its culture of mockery and soon my dearest suffers prophesies of Cassandra that entice phrased deceptive lottery worth of priceless affection is beaten to dust only for the clouds to rejoice in infinite happiness soaking the poor dust to be mad I was seven when I was promised heaven but after twenty three summers winter still reigns for seven autumns certainty still hanged on...