'Sweats' off the sun's scorching glare and the granite dust'd air.. From a shimmering distance, the gloomy clouds stare. A million Stories told how it happened, a handful of smile dampened....A baby cry then a lullaby, the moon, stars and then sun as the lunar fly.. In time, we're fastened.

Amidst the Whirl , hopes cloud my bleak mind with visions of testimonies...
And hell knows I'm not perfect, and hell no man-is
Be it not by perfection cuz the devil musta stolen the key to perfection. The alcohol and beautiful dames seem a chunk of perfection... And how stagnant-rooted am I to move against the sandstorm, who lenth me a feather to soar when the waves kiss the waters.

I sort to be happy, thank-able, make a mark on these walls, its irrelevant how tangible. Simple mindedness is for the rescue, I so hope I can hold on with a clamped grip... These are the words in the lips of the "captain of my train of thought"

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How deep is ya love, how big is ya heart, should I go, should I stay or should we part... Damn, we where sweet; where did those days go. You never slipped ya tongue, you never said no.. Took my heart out, left it in ya purse.. Thought I was blessed, buh we were fast-cursed; though we sailed slow

Stuck here, shedding barrels of cold tears in the warm afternoon rain, pained, as they drip with the water obeying gravitational pool, emotionally insane. "These" is not right, this is not light - my heart heavy, this is not right.

Run away from me, fight the love we had, but bring my heart back. Call a doc, bring a nurse; fetch blades, bring the needle. Put that thing back stitch me nice and safe, I'm feeble.

Cry oh Lover-man for ya baby is gone, drown in wine oh lover-man till the bar is done. Run from love, protect ya son; cherish ya daughter, don't buy her a gun... Cuz in the battle of love, a lover-man never won.

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Okay.. I'm not a known nairalander... Please I write, can I meet yall. I'm Rik.

WHAT A WOMAN WANTS

A woman wants one thing, Satisfaction (financially, sexually, etc), if you can satisfy her she's all yours. But facing reality, we humans are insatiable, like my economics teacher back in the days would put it "human needs are elastic". thus, I can't guarantee you eternity with "lil miss beautiful" no matter how many tiffany deliveries she receives every now and then; cuz one way or the other, we outgrow/readjust to an abundance/insufficiency of just anything or a particular condition, its just so. I also read somewhere that, "an average human being is selfish". Sounds harsh doesn't it? Can't really remember where exactly I saw that harsh crap from but I guess what that fella meant is this- nine out of ten people would rather dodge a bullet than catch it for the person behind em, see? Its a reflex thing, dude is prolly right.

Look, I don't know about you but if I've ever met a saint it was in a dream, I really wanted a chance to say thank you or ask her name or something but then I woke up, that was so not fair; I mean here I am full of shit and a stranger just dashes out the blues and offered me a pair of unsmoked lungs. *sigh*. Now check out my definition of a saint.
Saint:-"One who would 'voluntarily' give up something of great importance (eg. ones life) to him/her to the next person without a self-beneficial motive and not habouring a single trace of grudge.

Oh.. I was talking bout girls right? Now let's get to that juicy part; just take a look at your girlfriend guys, or your bestie, just as time may have put it, try to find out that special thing she enjoys about your union; that good thing you hold her down with; take for an example the way you grind her or let's say your sense of humor. Go on to stop the supply of that commodity for a moment; boom. Chances are, she'll switch supplier, only a few would stick around to see if you'd get back to your senses, and if you don't do that fast enough, a fair ration of two out of ten ladies would hang on for another reason to switch. What's my point? Its only human to evolve, move on to better things; nobody likes getting hurt.
There are good girls still in existence hey, don't get me wrong -the ones that wouldn't bear the stress of moving to greener pastures, not really because you are so magical but because they believe its their fate not to be as fortunate as they picture in their dreams. Now that's the kind of woman you want to give a ring; call these the "ride or die chick", "for better for worse chick", "its all good chick". And every time I think of a perfect marriage I think of an imperfect pair who can live with not being perfect and understanding that perfect comes with a price nobody has ever lived to pay. Life goes on.

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