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