OneMotolani

There was that one person  Beautiful piece of soul  Filled with love and life  A portion of your living,  You made them so... You were a part of them  They made you promises  To be together for a lifetime and more  You built castles of hope in vivid imaginations They held your hands  Looked in your eyes  Told you their truth  That their life would be nothing  Without you in it That one person  Who swore by the gods  To never leave  Is gone For good  Maybe,  Or maybe not so good That one soul  As you always wondered  Isn't coming back  And  You continued without them  See how great you've been so far And how beautifully you've done alone...

“Our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music.” ~ Albert Einstein. But if an instrument is missing and melody is incomplete, how do we have a symphony? “I want to live a life of my own, the eyes told the head”. “I'm tired of helping you see, of being the entrance of light and reflection to the body”. “You all can do without my input”. This is not even a fight; I need a time out is all. But.....the head stuttered. In vanity, Eyes went shut in a fleeting second.  Where is the balance of it all?  No part of the eye sees itself now.  Mr Jombolo soon hit his head on the new television leaving in his wake the chaos, bruises and a lot of pain to bear. The sensitivity of other senses isn't functional at this time. It has never been used to loss of vision after all. There's no heightened perception really, it's dead black in there. How could the eyes choose to be so wicked? That it won't let us see the danger ahead. But why c...

They don't really love us Maybe they appreciate the idea of our being Or maybe they don't They just like to keep up appearances We're soldiers in a war That has no end A war that never began with/ from us The selfish cancerous Brain child of the dictator Spreading amidst all and Sundry What won't they do for a misguided cause? So we've been snatched away from our lover's bosom Shut away from the warmth only love can give Exposed to the company of cold and hot climatic conditions Buried bodies of boys Who never grew up to be men Their faces never stay away from our dreams They have become the nightmare One dozens of pills won't fix Their putrid flesh seemed to have made mother Earth a deal "If we don't make it, let no man here lay to sleep easy" They really do love us Or so they claim Fight for your unborn children! Fight for peace and order! But who, Pray, Who will fight for the burd...