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If a day were a year and a year a day What would your day be like? On day fifteen of this thirty day trip We eased off to reminisce our fifteen years Of self-assessment, of positives And more positives You can never have enough of positivity! But only if you believe in happiness from within, That pull and push that knows no nakedness I didn’t say you be naked! In public! But then what!? That impulse to do right for it is The right thing to do! And you do it! Just listen to that little voice of reason From within! Simple and pure! And on day sixteen through to yesterday We indulged in more ways to make us positive Including sexual healing! That feeling of fulfillment In all the right ways! I digress… So a thirty day month Of June; and a thirty day Tale Of truth, and nothing more Only felt right, and we did it, right I knew it was the right thing to do! And a day being a year! Only meant I give it to you On no other day but this one here! So yes; thirty da

As he thundered down the hall, Calling out names from a scroll; Confusion and turmoil filled the air! Earthlings scurry away, Burying they heads in graves Of blankets and linen, they hid away! Even the light bulbs felt this tremor Blinking scared; from white light to something Nobody cared to shed a light on! Terrifying! It was a rollcall! A daily routine just before bedtime To ensure all heads are accounted for! Once a name was called out twice Kid was too scared, forgot and swallowed his tongue! I still feel a choke, with that tongue still down my throat Morning came, chow time beckons In queues we lined and in silence we observed The arrival of the one, causing all grounds to tremble! Go dress up well, he thundered at Alphonce! His dressing game was ever on the low Always picking up a fight with mister you know who! Once he sew a shirt, a cardigan and a tie as one Just so to evade a pandemonium against his foe! As we waited for our lesson on rocks to ensue

As I move further low, Away from the source of my flow; Away from my icy form atop the clouds The path downstream, rocky and at times Extreme! Through forests, tall trees watch me go Feeding their roots with my juice of flow! Thunders strike me as the rains fall Filling my banks I overflow to destruction But the sun shines on me Makes me calm Bring me back; Back to my journey downstream! Gravity calls and so I fall; To magnificent scenes They troll to see! Power their houses or so they think Harness my volume in boxes of concrete! Am calm! Find my way out, and off I flow To your cups; and quench thy thirst! To your smoky mills; you turn me to grease! Though I never cease, to find my way Back to the stream Down I keep my flow! Despite my filth I find my calm Draw from the sun to keep me warm Downstream; I keep my flow! Met with foes across the brows; But behold, the sea unfolds Friend and foe we hold hands in awe! As the sea gates open to let me home. ©

Ever seen anything fire can’t fix? Not even life itself is irreparable! Fire; a reaction between charges causing sparks And heat, depending on how strong the bond To be broken in the particles involved; And even hotter when the particles are bonding In a reaction to create an even stronger element! Iron sharpens iron to have sharper iron But when iron is touched by carbon in a heated union! A giant is born! Industries formed Revolutions witnessed All in the name of steel! Touch! Where do you lead? You bring foes to the table Heat them together and make them stable Have them build towers and telephone cables To stay in touch! To break bonds and boundaries, Treaties in big cities signed As the world becomes one! Globalization!The birth of cooperation’s; And multinationals running the world with just, Touch! I need something more! Not just zeros, they only last as long; I need a touch closer to the heart For everyone to see more, Feel more, And take me home!

In all my attempts to stay happy In my highs and lows There’s one truth, hard to swallow! A cry and a smile; Both at the end of each other But either is a remedy to peace! Internal solace Medicine of the soul! Cry when hurt Smile when lit; And confusion when not sure; The worst place! Has no cure! Let the tears roll when I cry And wash down the pain Ready to once again try! Let the tears roll when I smile The soul needs this; It lasts more than a while! So in confusion, I smile! Smile at all that makes me weak For if it kills me notIt can never make me bleak! Smile at rejection; A foe is only so if they never saw, The truth in your smile! So I smile! Smile at misfortune; The bride I seek Rests behind the next door A long face and a knock Can only be a bore! So I smile! Smile at the deception; The world trails at misconception In situations full of confusion! I smile!Smile at hate; You can never have enough friends! Smile at love; This soul fathoms

She sits on the left he’s on the right On this bench, waiting for the right Time to be attended to! He turns left to confirm the time From the clock on the wall, Right above her left side of the bench; As she turns right At the nurse calling out a list of names! They are locked in glance; She tries to shy away But his lucid smile Brightens his eyes, She can’t stop to look right! He leaps to the left And moves closer to her side You have the most beautiful eyes! She listens in confusion! She thought the same of his!Her name is called out, Twice! As she snaps out and gets up That’s me! She utters! Then I shall be right here, Waiting a little more Till you get right back! Moments after she’d left He is called in to be attended to! She is back and trying out her new Reading aids! He smiles on returning to her! Shall we… He reaches out to her And offers a hand of courtesy She rises, as he takes off her glasses! They lock in glance! Still beautiful, Even w

What’s in a walk? And why do babies take their time to learn it!? So is it okay if I walk with a shoulder higher than the other!? Or that’s just me justifying my left-leaning walk! I pause! And ask again… Why do you care so much how she walks! How his walk has a bounce to it! And how his walk speaks tones!? And ow, about my left-leaning talk On walking; I think we are the same! Not with you, you just keep reading; Am talking of Dr. Xavier Him of the Xes! That movie with an X! His walk is inversely proportional To his X abilities! So he can’t think and walk straight At the same instance! That’s amazing and very confusing! Right!?I don’t know! Since I just used Dr. Xavier’s walk To indulge you in a talk On walk! Still confusing!? You should be We are talking about walking! Of how to swing some things That evidently lost the swing To that old school dance Used to lay your mum way back when She had her swing on! I digress… But sincerely How do you walk!? O