Photo Credits - Google
Man has a morbid fear of death,
He wakes up each day running,
Away from that which he cannot see,
And chasing after what he cannot catch,
The seconds, the minutes and the hours.
He calls his pursuit a ‘lifetime’,
Until he finally gets to the finish line,
Where he finds to his ultimate regret,
That time he spent life trying to grasp,
Is actually the reaper in disguise. More...
Photo credits - Google
Woman like sun ripened agbalumo,
Golden brown skin, all smooth and yummy looking,
Freshly plucked and washed clean,
A perfect example of God’s bountiful giving.
Man like an infant unweaned,
Ravenous, long famished of milk for no reason,
Parts stiffened with furious blood pumping,
And armed with a dogged hunter’s cunning.
Let there be soulful feeding,
Exactly as the creator designed it to be,
A consensual More...
As the seconds tick,
So does my heart beat.
Every second of every minute and every hour….
Many thoughts will come,
And a few of those will eventually find their way,
To being shared in this domain.
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