Oh young you!Your posture and thoughts aren’t crazyYour state and hurts aren’t crazyYour self pity and confidence is a malady…a malady of the young IIFor if you could send an eye into your futureYou’d see its beautiful structureAnd the line of men who would be courting for a chanceAnd the line of love which will […]
The tree of hard work grows in difficult soilPushing hearts and minds to toilMaking tired blood boilForcing undetermined souls to recoilBut tire not from the toil IIFor in the sweat of tirednessAre the bountiful harvest of happinessThe congratulatory harvest of gratefulnessThe loving harvest of calmnessAnd the painful death of restlessnessWhen age turns secateur to harvest […]
Watching and learningAre the old age teachers of natureLearning and doingAre the old age workers of learnersA continuation unendingA growing cycle never to be broken IISo take these words as a tokenAnd heal these traces of fueling ambitions and many a brokenIf hearts, to evil cries awakenMinds must work to vanquish the evil…to cease its […]
He had a harum-scarum youth His life an apotheosis of a moral-less soul He thought all advisers nudniks Who could blame him when his blood sat in a heating pan II He had no life mirror In his living workable paradise So wore the stains of faults like happy robes Until the legs of his skin […]
When flowers bloom Many groom to be grooms Working their magics To get their nectars II Only few seriously need And dedicate themselves to a flower Hoping to water into fruition Hoping their fruits ripe to feed For their seedlings to continue its cycle III Many hover to steal With no water to nurse for […]
(On a stage, three students are in a discourse, the two boys talk while the girl stands very close to Excoba) EXCOBA: I came to this school to just get a certificate Because there’s no way my parents will leave me intestate For family members to make me lie prostrate So Charle, let me […]
I am in my prime That is not a crime The notion that is so slime As to mime And at the same time chime About my preferences without being given a dime And wasting your time You must wipe clean as the smell of the armpit is done with lime I can immerse […]
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