Acrostic

Lost and lonely in a world not our own, i nearly lost faith
In a tourch of silk tenderness, you found the heart you own
Now i cannot sail through day or night on my own
Cold, warm or hot, nothing works, so all gets blown
Oscilliated and disturbed till my mind gets to own
Lucious imageries of your smile and dignity with a swagger so its own
Nostalgic, your scents gets me all day for your touch restorted my faith

Rowing down stream is easy not rosy
On an upstream trend a man needs streangth and hope
But the two are today dismal, tight is the rope
Every day without end you cheer me through a field so greasy
Round the field you are my go-go cheer leader and i so hope
To these, i will live to your expectations and hope

On my marks, i am ready for your love
My heart craves for your allure tipified by the Zanzibarian clove
On my marks, i am ready but can't, won't leave
Grim or grin dims not our star above
In life, Roosvelt had Eleanor, i bet he still does up above

The Vicious Virtue

If thirty three kilometers squared
Is roamed and controlled by a lion's roar
The king owes it not to cat skills
But the vicious virture called jealousy

If the alfa wolf control's the park's hunting time,
If the shark does not feel its weight,
If the puff udder attacks paradoxically,
The tribute goes to vicious virtues

Not in our hands, not in our heads, not in our guts
The vicious virtue currency resides in our hearts
The sole owner, of interests

ONE LIFE

My name is Ombi Dho
I have seen the emperor of rays in several seasons
In summer, he burns my pockets to ashes
In winter freezes them to flakes
In autumn drops in them atomic bombs
In spring, he fatefully swings them to the god of fates

So behold! For fate has all, to do with these verses

I suspect I was born free and equal
Given nine lives like all men and cats in a global duel
My ninth life withered at birth, under the Tavistock doc’s rule
At age zero lost my eighth for my colony, fell for cloned loans deal
At age two lost the seventh, dad and mom in a coffin seal
Now had six, but soon lost it along the streets’ aisle

Somehow, someway, life moved, latitude after latitude
Thanked fate for once I found love to be hold
Only to find storms and cob webs in the belated bid
She is the reason I lost my fifth, a bullet in my back end
For a robbery Kyls protocol, Geneva Convention and Bretton Wood commissioned
Losing the forth was easy for the law courts beckoned


I ducked knives and sodomists, disease and cartel brutes
Eat garbage, drunk sewage and slept in companion of lice and bites
Thus, when the prison gates opened, the third got its rites
Two lives to go, I lowered my expectations to survive social feats
Got a job as a job seeker, married drugs, penny worth liquor and sects
But my second life vanquished when I met system natured wolves allergic to threats

No matter the circumstance
This life i wish to embrance
And live, just this once

Nation By The Mirror

"Independence and development,
Goals and gains of nationalism
Are best gauged through
The eyes of a nation's prisoner"

A man once thought

The thought vanished at the approach
Of the warder's baton
Angry with the hungry
Bitter with the bitten then beaten
By the stick meant for the snake
Whose tongue stitch seams
Marking divisions called unity
Source to nationality
Home to sovereignty
Heaven to nonsensical ambiguity
Hell, to honesty
The warder swings the baton
To be part of in loyalty
In exchange for a promise
No bigger than a lunch box's treatise
Nor juicy enough to quench a single ant's thirst

So, his angry,
At own reflection
That, of a nation

Can Mother Understand?

Purpose of life
Mother says is marriage
Children and wife
Especially at my age
Fertile ground for generation
But barren in Age

Decisions are visiting from the past
With a twist of Yin Yang element
What went right
Today bright
What went wrong
Today wrought in blight
Alot went wrong
Little went right
Thus, the rot

Human history
Authored by the mystery of the cosmos
Has shown with clarity
Humanity as the creator of calamity
The heart of the rot
The core of the wrong

Can mother understand?
Life of marriage
Children and wife
At my age
In my Age
Is an issue at edge

Can mother understand?
Other than her her milk
I drunk my milk
And that of her grandchild
The child to walk her genes
Into the next generation's gene pool
Cannot be born
It will have no lake to swim in
N o pool to drink from
Smile and frown at own reflection
No air to breathe in
No timber to build with
Because, i have spent it all

I now live on loan
So does the wife in thought
And the child to be born

Can mother understand
We won't be here long
When nature levy her tax!

THE SHORTEST DREAM

When is one wise,

When the folly of youth evapourise,

Or when the regrets of old age engage compromise?

The older i grow

The harder the gales in life blow

Challenges make my experiences raw

Streaming in worries in a long row

Worsening my wrinkles - toe to eyebrow

Allow me sleep

In a dream i may see my life slip

Wake up in heaven

But comfort is not, by what am driven

For it conforms with the vanity of human wish on earth

Till panting of the last breath, in a battle, or by a hearth

Whoever goes first,

The dream dubbed life by man or beast

Is the shortest in life-long sleep

Carry-on, command your ship

Storms and shines are part of the voyage