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[b]Abeke:
....
Because gold is a beauty that makes the heart thump,
Because, I have dipped my thumb
Into my wet mouth
To make this confession
Sound like the melodious tune
that comes out from the lip of love's gong-
I will die for you, Abeke, I will.
....
I have been wandering
in the wonders
of love,
I have sailed and I have walked through the throat of threats
that made me believe, if for more or no reason
Could love be lovely,
Should my love for you not be risked?
...
Abeke- beke,
Chantings from your sonorous voice
and your stride
and the gait of yours
drowns me
in drowsiness.
....
The dream we chose to share
This ABC we chose to recite
Think, let's think
If it's right
Let's dance and makeup for tomorrow's.
...
I love you,
If this is good
to have worded songs
and poetic read for you,
to tell to your ears
that,
Abeke, I love you.
....
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Sunset reminds me of death: - Mist holding unto the arms of the sky Reminds me of how Fumes grow larger wings. The earth cries , people mourn What a solemn song we sing every nightfall. - The crescent moon is nigh Time still run as fast as a squirrel There is melody in the song of our tragedies What a solemn song we sing every nightfall. - Do not mock my shamelessness My loins are burning me up Do not taint my image I have long lived for its ruin. - Sun sets in China town Doom looms A city for children whose pictures were alienated to the dog of her residence. - My father's town is an abode for homeless gossips A dorm for alienated victims, Of massacred smoked bodies beautiful like Syria city . - Vapour returns to the sky Tears never ascends to the eye. Agony wreck dreams Pool of bloodshed, drowns my mind in sadness. - When shall eclipse come? When shall the sun go in hiding? Tonight, our shadows shall torment darkness A talisman watching our consciences. .... Mused Copyright All Rights Reserved

Là -gos:
"This is Lagos"
....
Lagos is a woman pregnant with expensive bukas waiting to conceive many greatly served delicacies.
A beautiful woman with so much fragrance that rip the loaded pockets of carefree passersby.
....
To become an Aboki friend you should learn how to patronize his spice looking Suya and be lenient with how you hold newspaper .
...
She is a beautiful woman with heavy makeup.
Her face is painted with lush memories of radiancy, of tall beautiful building and savaged flowers planted in gardens like those we see in Hollywood melodramas.
....
She is a woman with a lofty heart desires, her eyes is stuffed and panicking from the Badagry-Shomolu traffic jam, accompanied by street vendors who stuck to cars like magnets.
...
Lagos has seen beyond deep lagoon and fantasied on the pictorial taste of the sweet sweat trickling down the face of hustling lads
Pulling barrow of tubers in the naked street of Ojota.
....
Whenever the rooster crow, a white collar job seeker fling his shirt around his skinny body,hurrying to catch the next B.R.T.
. .
Lagos heart wears the cloak of pity and languish whenever she see old reckless garage men with broken bottles, smoking marijuana at To junction and motor parks.
....
She is a woman who birthed fun, adventure, hardwork and wit of rowdyism.
Of ladies on skimpy dresses walking fearlessly at nights to motels with young guys with rich pockets and pot bellied sugar daddies who eat them for supper.
Where young guys see being gigolo and wire wire as a crazy norm.
....
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Let's share the grace of fellowship:
Open up to me, do not hinder any reasons to call for me
Stay within my reach,
From your darkness, a tunnel of light i found
.
The grace of the Lord is sufficient
Do not fiddle and let your hope crush before me
I am a sweetly composed refined lines shattered in verses
A message stripped out of shame;
Most especially when you pursue me
Nothing you shall lack
For the grace of God is sufficient for you and i
whence my legs are still and close to yours
And my fingers snapping off the clothes that confided in your skin
Let us be blessed
Let's allow the blessings of the lord speak through our moans tonight
For I shall crawl like a toddler to your bosom to handle the tits erected like a loaded gun on your chest.
.
Let's share the grace of fellowship
His grace is sufficient for us
For we have come together in communion
With lips lurking unto each other like the moon unto the sky
With smile and innocent laughter breaking out in piles of affection.
.... let's share the grace
in lust love is found in fellowship.
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I am mad again:
...
Here Comes another gay conceived from the anus of a manly lesbian.
Here comes the word astray, I said astray to the strained perverts;
That,
I am the little nibble of their tongues that spurts out venoms of incantations and spells life unto lifeless lives.
...
I am mad again
I am mad again
My fur is jumping out my skin
My hue is ripping in tons and tons scattering all over the space
pages by pages;
a phalanx scribbling bodies of intentional deeds;
I am a mystery,
I am a proposal,
I am a denial
and working muse.
....
I am mad again
Ask those who knows me much better,
Seek my cocoon,
the hides and the echoes that radiates rhythmic bombs into the
hole of human soul;
You can't question the ghost of my absence
You can't phantom the phase of those faces of footprints
lollipopping under the logjam of the future yet arrested.
..
You can call me a fool
Because, I am nude
and so foolish to differentiate being rude to being crude.
I am Mused!
I am mad again
with logo that pictures truth and hope;
Again, I am mad because I loiter words for the blind to perceive,
neither have I spoken of words, I haven't written.
...
So long a distance hath my eyes traveled and sailed amidst oceans and seas of happiness and sadness.
So clever,
I am to have respected being a loner my way,
Extraordinarily, irrespective of phew and hisses;
I have washed my feet and palm with my own saliva
and petrol myself into greater hopes.
...
This is no phantasy,
You can't assume me
or pervade the illness of my personality.
The genesis of my revelation is the revelation to my genesis
I am nil, but, a vector of goodbyes.
I am a river flowing that never turns back,
I vanish, here I come;
I am mad again,
Do not argue with me,
I am mad again.

Mused...©

I am a courage:
....
I am a courage
To
People who usher in fear and discouragement
To
People who are void of right thinking
To
People who have betrayed love
Who have lusted with dishonesty
Who have given pledge to distrust
To
People I would not believe
Those people who thinks I am not wealthy to accompany their trust
To
People who neglects commitment and who thinks abilities doesn't enhance bravery
To
The people lying across the road
People who thinks their dreams is paralyzed
People with lofty agog
People with heightened dis-believe

I am a courage!!!
To
Skinny and robust ladies who thinks to face the world is to
Address womanity with skimpy dress
And the judicious backyard,
Do not get misled by their buzzing voices
Do not get enthrall by decisions that could dominate over your destiny.
I am a courage
Believe me,
I am a courage
Believe me
I am a courage
Believe me
I am a courage
To people who have failed
To people who is chained
To people whose heart is shattered
To people with lifeless lives
I am a courage.
...
Disappointment can't find a habitation in me
Doubt and fear can not prevail over me
I am destined to receive blessings
Believe in me
I am a courage
I am a courage
Believe me
I am a courage
I am a courage
I am not an entity of shame
I can not be stung by blame
I am a person of dignity
I am person of honor
A
Person of strength.
I am a courage!!!! Believe me.......

Mused...2016©

Impress me:
....
Impress me
My fair tall imposing lady
Let me feel your stride
impregnate your body
....
Impress me
With your radiant face
Follow me with your suitable
Im-promptu back-yard......
My head is some what improper with its right thinking.
.....
Impress me
Advertise you beauty
I mean the glowness of your skin
Your robust boobs is a hell of a comfort to lay on
Your inadequate activeness
When needing your presence is just driving me insane.
....
Ajiun.
I am serious not
I am sick of being alienated by
Your in-attention.
You are in-considerate
Careless, I was to have went over heels
Chasing you about like an incompetent fellow through sun and rain.
....
Impress me
For once
Ajiun
The inconvenience you have caused to my heart
Fluttering inconsistently
While my head was dangling in shame
Rainsoaked like a lost puppy.
....
I wasn't shocked
But, was paralysed
When you walked away
And slamed your door at me.
Ajiun....
I was null when I came to you
I wasn't fortunate loving you
But, I still loved you.
....
Impress me
Your worth is more than that pot bellied vulganizer man
He is short
And I am tall, with long legs.
He is an albino
But, I am fair
With a muscular body
Fitted Ajiun......
....
Impress me
Ajiun
If you will chose not me
Go for somebody better than him.
Please....
Ajiun.
Mused...2016©

We will rise:
....
Get your ass up here
You bloody assholes!
You have got our eyes
Dabbing in a handkerchief
We have stammered,
We were pressured
By those evil men
Who called themselves leaders.
We were mocked
And petrified
We were cuddled by their thorny hands
We crawled and crawled still
Like a dog.
...
We have got to save our lives now
You bloody assholes!
C'mon
Go ahead and stop us
We are poor
But, not paralysed
We are hybernated
We are smuggled
But, we can still rise.
...
We owe you no rate and rent
we are measly paid
We do no wrong
You hicjacked our rights
We are chained
We are striving
We are shattered
Our conscience is buried
We are enslaved
You are the boss
So what else again
Do you need from us?
...
You bloody assholes
Our tattered households
Blemishes and wailing has get a hold
Of it
Even when we cry and our bones
Wails hard and our head is cold
You don't take a grip
We bother not and hold unto our sleepless sleep.
...
Just know this,
One day,
The hunter will be hunted
The hunted will rise to fight back.
Mused...2016©

( A short new prose from me )

My bruising experience:
A ripping heart is a home for love. My drunken brute dad, whips me with the word " I am fortunate", and he beats me more, with the word " Go away".
I was in the buff, when the light was off. Ran out of the shadeless loo, outside our house through its rickety door, panting high and low, papa has locked the door, banged papa's door, banged it, and banged it,
He wouldn't answer me, I screamed papa times I could no longer count, papa, slept there like a log. But, papa wasn't long asleep, the papa I know, sleeps like a kitten,but, why is he like this tonight ? I was muttering this, when three hefty men, approached me, I was dumb struck and as well petrified, I couldn't utter a word,till I found was bundled to an uncompleted building,
I was slapped severally, my head was spanked severally too, my eye ball was swollen and my voice turned to whisper, and I was raped , at 16, I was raped out of my innocence.
I was left behind, I bore the cross, crawling and as well dripping in blood; my head was a load, the beams of my head, intestine,my heart,and my heart, was just not tending to each other's complaint.
Should I talk about my red eyes, or the swollen part of my head and face?
A lot was left for me to handle, a lot was there for me as a burden. I was even thinking of asking them, to bundle me back to where they picked me, but, there was a guardian angel, in me that chuckled......"I think today is your last day on heart", this kept ringing repeatedly, so I couldn't call them back.
Fortunately, I crawled back home, gushing in blood, laid on the bare floor, in front of our house, reminiscing, thinking hard, without a tear on my face. Rape! Rape! Rape! My head! I was raped! Awero, you were raped by three men! I am done for!
This act "rape" is a bugaboo in our small village, and its also a cast down on maidens; that anyone, who is a victim of this act, would journey in exile.
¤ " When a cock crows, it hatches and nails a new dawn.
I was still dead asleep, more drunk than my dad. Papa is now out of his right senses, he already had slammed my door, and found my room empty, and yes! This was papa's right time of horror. He was roaring my name from my room, to the outside door, until he found me, laying down like a baby in its cot. Awero! Awero! Awero! He yelled thrice, sir.. sir... Sir..., bucked out of the floor, with my nose all bunged up and as well I was sniffing and sneezing.
What is your problem Awero? He asked..
Papa, I am sorry.
I asked a question a from you!
Papa, I am sorry. I replied again.
What is wrong with your dress?
Looking down too,My scorched yellow "Buba"
And my burnt umber wrapper, drenched in blood, and my one legged flip flop, I luckily found last night,was all in me.
I say what is wrong with your dress Awero! He yelled again.
Papa, I .... I was...
Cmon speak out! He roared again.
Papa, I have failed you and those promises I made. Papa, I am sorry for everything, just kill me, please papa just kill me.
Will you speak or else.....
Pa....pa.... Bubbling in tears; I ... Was ..was..Raped yesterday, I knocked your door,but you wouldn't save me from those men.
What! Men! Mogbe! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Yesterday? Modaran!
Let's enter the house first, he said and I followed him.
To be continued
Copyright Reserved. Written by Mused...2016©

The Hidden Pot:
Lo! My aching heart now want solace
My dripping wrapper drenched with blood.
Just because,I was raised a pauper,
Just because,your father is a lawyer Dimeji.
I know I am loathsome,wretched and helpless Dimeji ,but I have got a big heart to succor other people wounds.
My lineage sacrificed their lives
Fought trials till their last breathe,
Was a victim of bankrupt,which brought disaster into our home.
I heard,we once was brought up with silver spoon,
Even,if today you see,we are chasing is a fool.
Dimeji,you must understand.
You should have been told about,life and how it spins around and around.
You should know this,lad,
Even,a mad man understands this.
Have you any jilted moments?
Have you any grave memories?
Have you considered,why I am lacking?
No!Dimeji,No!
You won't understand us.
You do not have the experiences,
You do not know,what we have been missing,Dimeji.
We are like a wing less bird,hoping to soar high.
We are weed,amidst seedlings,
We are thorns,surrounding flowers.
We are Dimeji,the hidden pot,the flavor of any cooked soup.
We are servants,slaves,
We are useful for their future,
But,we are forgotten,there after.
So,now dimeji,
Mock me less,
Marry not my tears,
For,I have brought forth,not a gain to anyone.
Let me rest in peace.....Dimeji.
...
Mused...2016®

It begin with a step:
....
Start towards the path that ran around the side of your house,
Perceive the warmth presence of echoes
Eliminate all doubts and egos
Follow this path without doubt.
...
Get your soul involved in something that may have already happened
Wrap up your mind along with your brain.
Stay focus without doubt
Eliminate fears and walk steadily.
....
Describe it to us
Explain will we,to you.
It won't take too long
Just say it,its nothing strong.
Very dangerous,silence
An option,silence.
...
Your voice,shouldn't betray your faith
Its never too late,not to late to stand a chance to win the pride of life existence.
Worthy!worthy!worthy!
You should live,learn lessons from your mistakes.
....
Mused...2016©

There is blood and shit all over the space(world):
...
Our hopes is shriveled and tiny
We have exchanged our identity for that of a corpse.
Disappearance,an option to pick, like a guy's undershorts.
...
A million
And a million of tears have been waiting,for a change of time.
A million
And a million lives are wasted,in the battle of life.
...
Who can read the lids of their grave?
Some were slained,
Some were fated to give their last wish.
Who could read their lips?
...
We took shoulders ,preaching solace
To the eyes of ignorancy.
But,
The beads of our strive,
Stood against us,we cowardly prick.
...
Cold sober
Cold determination
Zeal
Jealousy
Hypocrisy,ten seconds,ten seconds of thoughts.
...
This undeniable fact about human,
This unforgivable life and its end.
This nonsense,this nonsense,
Cleaned white,brave-fear.
This shaking head of conscience,
Blood and shit,in a whole!
...
The north of our eyes
Perceiveth not lies.
The south of our voices
Screameth not the truth.
Greed,a ten fold of rebel
Greed,a face of the earth in mankind's treason.
...
There is blood and shit all over the space,
What more can my filthy mouth,offer your deafened ears?
There is blood,
There is shit,
All over the space.
....
Mused...2016©

Love is a plonker:

...
Tonight is stunningly beautiful
The stars in her eyes
are looking particularly lovely tonight.

Her delicate features
Potrays her budding womanhood.
The thick mass of people
And the meanderings of their river mood.
..
Severe winds have been battering the coast of men's eyes
Her beauty,
a hell of a paradise.
...
Her abundant breast
Clapping high in a stretchy mauve top
Her crowded hips
Categorised in a flair skimpy skirt.
...
If she passes by,
She bounce like the base-ball
She is dame,
Just too perfect and tall.
...
The moon is her dowry
Rat-arsed and ravenous
The brain is raped
The heart is duped and rapacious.

But,this love is a stupid fellow.

Mused...2016 ©

Lost our Harmony:
Fellow murder-ers gun-ning bushes down with their eyes
The harmony which led into segregation
There was division of desparity,sharing of blames at age
Tears a-flame, boring the eyes
Of the saddened whispers which turned to the song of a howling bird.

Mused...2016©

Coats of thousand colours:
.
.
Pepper won't cease to learn you lessons
Paul, a neighbourhood friend stripped Mama Nkechi's shame naked.
But, that wasn't the end of her
She clothed herself coats of thousand colours.
.
.
She ran the graveyard of her breath
She subconsciously hello-ed laughing tears
Slapping her heavy nate about the town
.
.
She stopped at a nearby joint
She forsook her pride
Munching ground-nut
As well, battling her torn wrapper
Coats of thousand colours.
.
.
Maddened the waiter
Left him a silent voice note,
The Oga arrived
She knelt
Biko nnu Oga
...To be cont
Mused..2016©

Mother Africa:
•
Make me trust your unfulfilled dreams
This lying tears i see drooling under your armpit
Which speak about how exhausted you have been years back.
...
Our hopes have been crushed by our limbs
This lying tears boarded our faces,and our night was always haunted by our pics
Which our beauty and fame they knew,has been driven a-back.

...
This settlement was our home,
where pain and avengement is
never left alone
Trust was the bond,
years back we have let go.
...
I am a little girl wanderer of my own clueless thoughts
But my family here are grown in assumptions and what they saw.
Who am i to correct them?
But with words i connect them.
...
Mother,
We are yet a generation impact
Tell me,on what ground should we follow this laid down paths?
We are alive,but dead like misery
We are strong,yes
All in imagineries.
...
Mama,
We are gone.
Do not ask me where they have gone to?
We are lost,please find a way to bring us back home.

Mused...2016®

Messenger Of Death:

Dark shadows
Bowed sword
A warlord
Spreading the tentacles of wrath
The sky wept
It surface rent darkness an abode.

Agony fulfilling it promises
Flood of blood
Conveyed side by side.
Paths
Wars
They ran
They fell.
Trampled on
Fear got buried with them.

Vultures
Fed
Explosive lamentations to our ears
Mourning rents the breathing space
The dark lord
Surprised the earth with sorrow
And they went under his command
For this is the true story of death.
Mused...2016©

Ajani:

I see the filtered tears,
laced on his visage
I felt to bring him laughter
would fill in the space.
I seduced him with sonorous attentions,
He embraced me with excessive thinking response
I almost lost to him
and later i did.

I have been seeing him around the street,
himself and no one else
As he wears his face with this garment of frown
Which blasts my heart with confusion
Along with drizzling emotion.

Ajani
Omo iya Alaadun,
My dream man
He memorised his name into my skull,
With this stinged whisper into the air
Oh my! He has got this craving lips
Which any lady in the village could die for.

He's got the fitness
on any cloth he wears,
He's got this all around,
I mean his smell.
He's got this fiery fist as he banged Salako with a dieing blow.
His height reminds me of the story of Ajagunmale.

He brought back alive the scent of the 80's crazy dance
As we take it slowly and whine
to the beat of syncro system
While ladies twerk hard
And men sips their bourbon
and some grapse their calabash filled with wine like an "agbada",
Reminds me why hookers fights over a new catch.

Ajani your bass voice sounds like that of a "Malaika"
Your dimpled cheek,your beard
Your gapped teeth embraced the moon and the sun
Your foot ride (sandal),as it crazy the eyes of the soil and sprinkle dust into the air.

I know you are the man for me
I know of your shyness and humble smile
as you wag your tail for the king's arrival
while i peeped through the window,
clapping my hands,with great concern.

I know you are the man for me
I wish i dont wake up from this dream
I wish, only if you could turn your eyes at me,and realise what i am feeling.


Mused...2016©

I love you:
.
.
Adediwura let me clap my hands
As you got me restless like that soldier man,who fears nothing than death.

Abebi,you are the end of every sentences i make,
Even when i know,its a mistake
But,i embrace this feeling like am insane.
.
.
Fifehanmi
Let this definition of your name
Explain the love i have for you
Even if i go blind and lame
I will still memorize your name.

Omobonike
My love for you,started when i was about losing you
I saw that khaki man,
You won't believe my heart farted.
.
.
The smell grew,wings
Walking in the air
I cried,and i cried
But,still you left with that man.

And now you are back,
To me
Even though,he left you with a child
Which i have accepted as my own daughter.
.
.
Wura,
My wife,my life
My eternal,
You know,i have always loved you
I wont stop to.
.....
Mused...2016©

Thanks a bunch

My eyes are lobbed unto the sky
The buzzing of flies and this breeze coming from afar
It danced,it sings,it whisper into my ears, haunting memories.
I am not sad,but happy to have listened to my mournful tears,every night my dreams almost get accomplished.

I lost everything,i lost my family,even myself to this driving force of destiny.
I loved my life,i envied myself,i envied my gift
And so i find it hard to sleep.
I lost love,i lost hatred,i lost revenge,because those who hurt me were my close ones.

I have murdered my courage
I have butchered trials,but why?
I am restless,i am helpless,but i am something
Who knows?
And this keep traveling into my head"words"
Words i dont wish to share,
Who cares?i am just too helpless.

And now,i will talk to myself
I am not tired,i have not failed
And yes,if i am my headache,
I will endure this pain and find myself a new path to life.
I will talk to myself,i will talk to myself
There must be a way.


Mused...2016

Though,this is my first ever written prose. And i dont know what to call this,or should i say this write has discovered me or i did to it?
Well.i am elated and opportuned enough to create this out of laziness.


= In my perpetually disdainful expression,tears trickle down my skinny cheeks,while i flatted my chest and stretched my long feet,and turned for the door,where i bumped into "Alao omo iya Alaro,who pierced my heart with words of rejection,after i had confessed my feeling for him.
He knelt by my feet,Asake,Asake,As....ake,am...am sorry,can you find a place in your heart to forgive me?
I was foolish,and blindfolded of your beauty then,really i was foolish,please believe me.
Hey!i roared at him in anger,and eased my mind with a feint smugness(I don shakara him,yeye boy).
Ehn ehn ehn..yes!what do you want? At least....i...i.....,before i could further my statement,he grabbed me for a hold. I was lost,and couldn't believe my ears,as my heart was annoyingly pounding hard.
I threw him off my chest,with a fiece tap,what?what is the meaning of this now......?
And my heart was still pounding hard,so i just tried to control my breathe with sighs and words like c'mon Asake you can do it,and so i flexxed my right arm noting that am out.


I wonder why people love.
I wandered my mind in curiousity and shadeless thoughts,but all i could arrive at was nothing,but this word lord,this love is a spirit ooo.

To be continued......

Everything with me is swimming out of focus
Oreke,you are my focus.
My arms are flapping,my mouth is gasping for air
Ife,should you leave me breatheless?

The air is balmy
The sky is blue
Love is sweet and life is lazy.
But,baby am affected by its flu......

When other stalkers whistle at you,
I turn purple with envy.
But when i remember how this love grew
My grudges leave me empty.

Bolan
Am beyond the callow cusp of 30
Is it until you reach the barren landscape of your menopause,
Before you realise this is reality.

Mused...2016

Her single -breasted pale yellow top
Her cotton skirt riding high
Her black wide eyes in a oblong face
Her sun-washed brazillian black hair
Her sparkling gapped teeth.

Her abundant breasts
A hell of a lot of mess in my head.
She is a dame
She is the rising of
Everyman's smile.

She is beauty
She is beauty
She is beauty

Ewatomi...........


Mused...2016

I started mine five years ago!it was just like a smile,that bright ones chick. Back then I knew not something they call poem.even tho its bin five a years, I am still a learning poet.

I went forward again,
Facing left side view,
Walked back to where I was sitted,
With head bowed down.

He left,
And never turn back.
I again,
Behead the memories of him,
Continue from where I stopped.

Nothing else was worth thinking of,
But I thought,
I have forgotten him,
No ?
Maybe yes !

I started to get even more curious,
That way,I never felt for someone.
He 's got me from the rare end,that someone!
Wait!
My heart is telling my head something.

I feel its going to burst,
I think its love,
I have fallen for him,
Nothing more.

I was alone in thought,
When the breeze blew my hair off.
I was totally upset,
While staring at my blue and white gingham dress all wet.

A wierd young man on a gilet,
He rode recklessly and fell off on the kerb,
I opened my eyes gingerly,
Wiped my loamy face with my back hand.
Until nothing was left.

He knelt by my side,
Shivering,muttering rubbish.
I lost my mind in calmness,
That was right,was it right?
He couldn't utter a word,

Oh he was deaf!
His eyes were glistening with tears.
He glared at me silently like a lost child.
I once again look into his eyes,
My eyes also gleamed to wet tears.

I felt sorry for him,
I already forgone my gladrag,
I grabbed him by his hands,
Drew him closer for a pat.
Oh!don't be a cry baby! As I glibbed .


Just for once,
I act a git,
Oh really!
I hope it gladden his heart .

We both for that moment was lost in trance,
Looked at the golden light gilding the sea,
I had a fit of the giggles,
And changed position to his right hand side.
To be continued...

Daddy,oh you are such a darling! Thanks !@optimum

Oh daddy!here you are!tenks!for noticing. Saranghe

Silence:
I wander my thought everynight,
I skip meals too,
pretence a friend of mine.
Yet, but I have to live too.

When I lost him,
Nothing else could have been burdensome as this,
Here I am with his twin in my womb.

Who can tell,if he has got his father's gut?
Who can say,maybe mine ?
But I don't want to raise him,
And its too late for me to be a murderer .

I ....
I am sorry.