“I will stop laughingâ€¦ â€¦..Lest I become mad… This is he on a happy state Bothering not about the world Facing whatever faces him Laughing and jumping all alone Where he sits, mocks and laughs Those he sees and those unseen. Enjoy the heats of day all alone The cold of harmattan his friend has come All alone in cold he stays With long finger-nails and hair His body as white as wool Due to scratches all day long. Those that please give him things Those without, maintain their steps All alone he keeps the watch All alone he guards the mart He sells and buys alone With course and noise all in mouth. Plays and dances, all in him Minding not his nakedness Tears his clothes to make his mind Wrappers, his shirt has turn to be. Risks of life lie in him Hunger and thirst he quenches alone When he tries to see at all What man in pity turns to be. Hospital, chemist, not for him Wounds and sores deal with him Driven away at all he goes Seen to people as man that is mad Asking not why in such a state Picking a thrown away bone,and chased by men He runs and runs and hits a car Speeding vehicles bounced on him All his body scatters on tar. Pitied more by all that see Shocks and pity had seized them there Cry and lament for the mad man Driven-rejected becomes important With pieces of bone resting in mouth He turns to be a brother of one How the world seems to man And how the man seems to the world And how the both seem to be.
There’s a lot to be said about marital bliss… A while back there was an opening in the CIA for an assassin. These highly classified positions are extremely difficult to fill, requiring an extensive background check, training, and testing before candidates are even considered for the position. After reviewing several applicants and completing all the […]
Life is a mystery The happenings thereof; NeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve been understood by the wisest of men, Not Ã¢â‚¬Ëœbecause their wisdom is no true wisdom, But Ã¢â‚¬Ëœcause wisdom is just wisdom Ã¢â‚¬â€œ mysterious NeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve can you know it all We are but mortal men Living in flesh and blood. Life is a mystery Simple to unravel, […]
My Father When I was … Four years old: My daddy can do anything. Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot. Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad. Eight years old: My dad doesn’t know exactly everything. Ten years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things […]