What I love about this pic is its averageness in effect. It reminds me life is both of ‌🇬‌🇴‌🇴‌🇩 and 🅔🅥🅘🅛. That is the balance, sadly. 😅 ![FB_IMG_1555050625779.jpg],( © Jodekss

Sleep come comely with your cooling vibes piping melodically with a quite harp Come and cuddle the sight of my beautiful belle with your cute cap Tap her aura to calm and her sweet-ing spirit to bright

Well, life's like a game. A game of choice. A game none would really teach you how to play -- the rule of the game. Everyone of us play it in different ways. We would only but win or lose. Nothing more;

...and whenever I look at how my life will be spent All I see is one that the road that is leading me to somewhere Is everywhere in nowhere, In every bit of my life I am lost within the loads of lighting

"Shall I ask thee, should I get freed from such frenemy fangs? What I need to knit, that my light could breathe better without another blackish on Those ones in animal instincts - to catch to kill

Atmospheres The politics gore via voice Today reek bad Looters yet there ‘N’ rejoice The thieves are Storing wealth in at least Getting’ richer There - dug stores there in unity Up there whilst Here, we

Way back when life was really crude and simple, there were many practices which used to be normal as norms which are fair enough to consider. But today, should we not both agree that things have changed

[Recite the verse] Sworn have I to ne'er verse any costly beauty no more Sorrow have I when other breasts milk'd me bitterness The affectations which they wear to feign their true colour indeed hurt me

How mellowed flapped thy wings little ghommid angels in so darkly night For thy gleaming selves in four cool the stance of those Barbados flowers' hands in the hour they rest the rest of 'em crimson n'

Let a trumpet drops and fall off its set in heaven, where angels sing light n' night jingling bells I'll be one of every human acting priggish with my precious prosperity plan like Smiggle in the Chronicle

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THIS IS DEDICATED TO A SIS WHOSE NAME IS 'VELA' IN WHOSE FINGERS LIES MIRACLE WITH PIANOS Silence surrounded the hall as clicks on the light lights the light on the seat alone and the curtains which were

I have seen people cry before but not this kind of cry's I have seen people brutalised before but not this kind of brutality I have learnt of effusion of inhumane jackbootings but nought this sort I have

Great are those hairs You'd hear tho' shame's on 'em Dropping shoulders, short or long of 'em literary father's in literary arrogance They are deying yet their fruits to be better fools still as they'll

Great are those hairs You'd hear tho' shame's on 'em Dropping shoulders, short or long of 'em literary father's in literary arrogance They are deying yet their fruits to be better fools still as they'll

...and we campaign of calumny, we go-psycho-religiously-victimising one another happily, sad, we take extreme delight in creating huge time to shriek Christianity or Muslim or... to being the superior

I would have used all sorts of metaphors that is You are even bigger than all sorts, with simile that are Hear me my Lord, everlasting water, the Emmanuel that is! I, your son Emmanuel shall in every way

Atmospheres The politics gore via voice Today reek bad Looters yet there ‘N’ rejoice The thieves are Storing wealth in at least Getting’ richer There - dug stores there in unity Up there whilst Here, we

The more there is the ''assurance'' out there The more the decadence 'ccupies our country 'ccupancy here: BEWARE! Though its FUNKY honks sound fully for fun But many more men be dying off on those flaunting

Buredi: Yesterday, thunders were busy clapping Today, silence's busy doing nothing So nature's twosome thing are changing guards Telling one another see let's shuffle our shifts You do tomorrow I'll do