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  SUCCESSION SERIES REVIEW AFTER FOUR SEASONS Succession mimics House of Dragon but in a sharper, funnier, modern court filled with loyalties refracted in the light of paranoia. Filled with a plethora of advisers, the charm reveals ruthlessness, betrayal, and greed fuelled by self-preservation. Yet children fight amongst themselves to impress an old king drunk with power and delirious with illness. Succession splinters the aspiration of a billions-level empire of Waystar Royco into small pieces of egocentric mania, sibling rivalry, and vice grip of a patriarch who is too staunch to let go. Logan Roy emerges as the central figure in the lives of his family and the consciousness of his empire. He choreographs outcomes before his adversaries can make plans. Ultimately, over the four seasons, the patriarch asserts himself as a ruthless, cold-hearted, and powerful figure whose silhouette haunts his children, bent backwards to prove themselves worthy. Succession is another of HBO's mas...

 PETTY CASH The glory of the heavens whispers To the pockets that blister My hands every time I try To pick my hopes out of them The republic sends wraiths That fill my dreams with pain Telling stories of my nightmares To the miseducation of a capitalist Curriculum Epitaphs written in delirium Project themselves into the hearts of the living Petty cash Adulthood is out of the neighbourhood Petty cash Heirloom is out with the auctioneers Petty cash is pretty cash

THE STEREO KNEW ALL ALONG The plan was simple Pin point with a compass twice And draw the inner circle So I sit like a cassette in a radio In the cassette deck drowning in our song Memories are making a melody It’s sad you were never in the studio The throng knew all along We had no fan of their glory Sometimes I wonder why pain Breeds the best poetry Intuition seems boring Doesn’t matter where I am going As long as the ride is thrilling This roller coaster is not stopping Till friction stops where it’s burning The hottest But it seems tears never vaporize Because the stereo knew all along That our story will be a sad song The imagery is beyond The nights of IMAX Dolby Digital, pretense is our Oscars The golden organ is our Grammy The sweetest love song Brewed by bitterest experience I would sell this motion picture To stick to the bigger picture

I am the man who damned your heart the curse under your breathe the hating that you love so deeply the regret you innately cherish I am the tattoo on your skin, an eternal insignia a quiet desire that you refute to rouse i am the pain that causes you pleasure the vulture that gathered dead prey I am the sermon that you preach to the bevvy the communion you prepare him for and when you tell him, 'lets eat' our bodies are temples... he is too infatuated to discern That you are, The indefinite hunger that torments the awakening loathing that rouse a monster the vows of pain that only your pillow knows Yet my light rekindles our memories still live to be; a flame that consumes you the feeling of folly that defeat your wisdom I am the seduction in the night i am the occurrence that took your time i am your favorite song your silent hymn amidst noises of the world the denial that reminds you that love is weakness I am t...

While you in a smoky scene light a fire that crackles with passion I am inflamed and invoked at recesses of sanity from our collection  you retrieve our  favorite song and our souls sing of chimes that dream and live As you titillate with scintillating movements clumsily strutting and vowing in incoherent speech drunk in love i can't wait to sate my passion with wine to settle down my nerves that rejoice sensitivity hoping a fulfillment  that eludes my patience You fall from heaven like an angel awaiting to fall on my belly of earth to grow a tree on the veld to fruit a joy as we pluck to relish a fountain in the desert Write me a song that my soul lilts to you make me feel the lea of freedom at the pinnacle of restraint the hardness swoons for softness rudeness for meekness and rough for smoothness Let our world quake in seismic resonance let the frequencies of the universe join us in unison as heaven descends we chorus a song like no other ...

It feels like guilt of an adulterer who hurts his wife every time I court your soul you feel empty; belonging elsewhere, your eyes into the distance as if looking at a god of love who brings you erotic flames that you think I am too cold to smolder As if I am a facade, unknown to you you want to caress my being that you think is wax melt it with your mild hotness in your valley where i would flow as a seasonal river leaving me thirsting, rigid, swooning for love's softness In the night, the angels sigh waiting for our rebirth so they could rejoice our perception that suffers your mist, roaming with uncertainty cries tormented by your darkly smudges on our robe of purity your marriage to the unceremonious lowly beings leaves our temple deadened by loss of virginity Our love that arts on glass is now vulnerable unseen forces seek to shatter it so whence i look at your face..an image of a rippling mirror hidden frowns beneath flawless masquerade The walls of yo...

A fool I am to guitar a tune to the deaf hopeful to make them dance to the rhythm A fool I am to touch the unfeeling to rouse in them desire desire to fire them A fool I am to tickle the mirthless in the hope of hearing their laughter to make them happy A fool I am to sweeten the sour to sweeten their sour countenance to get them close A fool I am to be mistreated and laugh to laugh and be mistreated to adapt A fool I am to love stones unresponsive and still and continue so The tether that ties weaken and i will run freely, in the lea of freedom a fool I will no longer be

This time look keenly...feel but deeply  the sea wrinkles of sweeps of wind on its surface are just but the mask hiding the calm waters below when the gospels talk of the unfaithful disciple the fearful and conscious human who denied and walked a two steps on water whilst the third sunk denied his teacher, chopped ears for him and cried when he felt how much he loved his master look keenly Look keenly at the faces you utter words of disgrace to see the glimpses of pain you inflict when you quieten when you fail to say 'i love you, thank you and i adore you' when you wear the shroud of pride like a corpse proud to die and to be banished by the warmth you deem inadequate wait till the breeze whistles in the night whist you re alone the tunes of dirges will scare peace out of you when the owl hoots you will wake a loser, dead yet to live again to leave time you had Feel deeply the nuance of deception you cheat on the lies you paint on your mirror to beautify...

THE LIES NEVER KNOWN Truly it was ever true in different ways when i saw the sin blindness cast as beauty beauty that eyes fell for and minds feared like Armageddon oh God, if i ever saw the devil..how beautiful are you? for when i look at a mantis, stick insect, i forget the branches branches of the same tree and rib that Eve never forgot i am what i am by whom you think i am, yet i am not I was born by culture yet conceived by freedom i was given a love i did not need in ways they prescribed evil of the portrait deceived the artist and colours hued but the apology of repentance was not heeded by the priest arrogance was the god chained by ignorance's gist and they tell me lies to swoon for their romance soon i will be desirable but by fate's chance Why will we mourn for a dead soul? a rotting log is a feast for the community of fungi and bacteria how selfish it is to take it away as your own when you swim as if the ocean is yours remember the water rages,...

My affection whispering my past makes me fall in love with the future and I am smitten by the image that graces the mirror in the gallery of beauty...filled with music...the echoes still linger my heart calling the name of my soul I cannot contain the ecstasy of this captivating voice because when I look into my eyes...I see you I would break the mirror to slivers and look at the right images for the right one or leave them in the light to reflect stars in the night for you to feel my magic in the ink of darkness because fear of light will not write the painful truth the truth which has seared my heart and has me drown in tears where I have kidnapped myself..thinking the hostage... ..was you I walk back to my past to arrest the future but the prison of my past has chains on my feet for limited freedom and I betray myself for you...to have a taste of true love I loved back then and still love you into the future each flame of emotion smolders like true promises fo...

My affection whispering my past makes me fall in love with the future my heart calling the name of my soul makes the pond of love rumble in the deep and I am refreshed and cleaned because when I look into my eyes...I see you I will break the mirror to slivers to correct the mistakes by making them a better object ...like the stars in the sky but..losses that I have suffered pains that have sufficed wounds in my heart tears that have drowned me in the abyss of futility where I have kidnapped myself...thinking that the hostage ...was you I walk back to my past to arrest my future for I died of hunger after the last supper of love I betrayed my blessing to a curse that I wove and wore only for my blindness to see an elusive truth wrongly of words that made me believe created a statue of myself but its time..to see me when I open my eyes you in my eyes..looking through windows of my soul

By Sidney Henry Morse (1833–1903)   T HE SOUL  I dwell within Forgets my load of sin,     And circles me     With amorous glee, To win my first faint smile         5 Of love that bodes no guile;— Unfolds my heart the while,     And sets me free.   Delights she to surprise Me with some thought that hies         10     To heaven straightway:     Then all the day I wander o’er the earth, And find not half its worth; Yet lose I not my mirth,         15     And pray, and pray.   Oh! I am precious seed Thus planted for her meed:     My offish ways     And long delays         20 She takes no notice of, But steadily doth move Upo...

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 ...