Five kilometer marathon April first
I left my house in a haste
Not afraid of the haze
The sky was at its best
Though not gusty was still apprenhensive
Belfast weather could change with the turn of a minute
Not gonna be discouraged my prep not intensive
I was there for the fun, it was not gonna be dilute
April first the road was dry and the sky was blue
Thought it was a mirage the second day was same
The weeping sky was dry, the sun set aglow
The reflection of its glory, its warmth thro'the hame
The green leaves it nourishes, the blooming flowers alike
The doors are opened the streets are filled
Some move to the park some go to hike
The spring has provided the summer has failed
The constant rain was gone,the raging wind was lost
Refreshing breeze has come,happy faces at last
Coats in the house, hats at home
Legs on rack arms on display
cellulites in the sun
Man boobs are disclosed
Saturday, 2 May 2009
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
Belfast Weather!
The musical rain drops on the roof
The lullaby that it sings
The Sky's daylong grief
That Ends with a night of songs
The persistent rain drops
Now delivered in staccato
With the belligerent wind blocks
Pushing the base of the lean-to
The day has come but the sky is moody
Weary from the tears it shed through the night
The eyes are cloudy and the drops are heavy
Not ready to stop it blocks out the light
All through the day it stops and starts
Leaving no room for a sight of the sun
All one can see are people with hats
No umbrellas, the wind is strong
Then the sun peeps through the cloud
And disappears in a haste
One could say she is running from the rains
Just as she was gone was the cloud on the ground
Day in and out the cycle continues
The locals are depressed and the tourists alike
Can't wait to fly to where sunshine is voluminous
I will put on my gear and run round on bike.
Unpredictable yes unpredictable
The rain and cold are the trademarks of Belfast
As the nightlife in town is something unforgettable
Think of the girls when they come to have a blast
The temperature is freezing yet they have bare back and legs
Give it up to them, though their menfolk are same
All they care about is how much alcohol is in the keg
These guys can drink and drink there way to fame.
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Saturday, 28 March 2009
Man and Woman
It is barbaric for a man to lay his hand on a woman under whatever disguise.
It is evil for a woman to abuse a man and push him over the precipice.
It is easy to take sides in case of a man and wife
But we hardly know the cause of the rife.
The weapon of a man is his strength
The weapon of a woman her mouth
When a man misuses his weapon on his wife he is blamed
To avoid the misuse her mouth should be tamed.
Murder! Murder! everyone cries
He is a monster everyone says
'Should be sent to jail the ladies shout
Let the man be crucified and his breath snuffed out.
What about barrage of hurtful words which kills the heart
what about the disrecpect that scorns his ego
He was imbued with huge ego at birth
No matter how he tries it comes back like echo.
Know this and be wise and your marriage will last
A man wil be nice if his ego is intact
When his ego is lost
He behaves more like a twat
Who bears the brunt? YOU.
It is evil for a woman to abuse a man and push him over the precipice.
It is easy to take sides in case of a man and wife
But we hardly know the cause of the rife.
The weapon of a man is his strength
The weapon of a woman her mouth
When a man misuses his weapon on his wife he is blamed
To avoid the misuse her mouth should be tamed.
Murder! Murder! everyone cries
He is a monster everyone says
'Should be sent to jail the ladies shout
Let the man be crucified and his breath snuffed out.
What about barrage of hurtful words which kills the heart
what about the disrecpect that scorns his ego
He was imbued with huge ego at birth
No matter how he tries it comes back like echo.
Know this and be wise and your marriage will last
A man wil be nice if his ego is intact
When his ego is lost
He behaves more like a twat
Who bears the brunt? YOU.
Saturday, 14 March 2009
Tough times
Tough times calls for tough minds
Not for the ones with liver like Lilly's
It calls for those with hearts behind
Yes they are so but not like bullies
The tougher it gets the better they become
'Cos it's like a test of their strength
Victory is sweet with their crown at home
Waiting for the next that pose as a threat.
Security yes security with them
Security at a cost
Practice is their gem
Vigilant at their coast
Easier to achieve than maintain
with desire to overcome motivation like fountain
Disciplined and shrewd
They win like the prude
Not for the ones with liver like Lilly's
It calls for those with hearts behind
Yes they are so but not like bullies
The tougher it gets the better they become
'Cos it's like a test of their strength
Victory is sweet with their crown at home
Waiting for the next that pose as a threat.
Security yes security with them
Security at a cost
Practice is their gem
Vigilant at their coast
Easier to achieve than maintain
with desire to overcome motivation like fountain
Disciplined and shrewd
They win like the prude
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
My BlueSpice
Where is she the pleasant one from the east
Where has she gone to, the precious pearl from afar
I will do what it takes to bring her to the west
I will bring down the mountains to create a part for her
I am still waiting for her hope she is not shy.
I know her for that, she at times waves her hand
Tell her I am plain I am very far from sly
I can't wait to see her foot prints in the sand
Finally she arrives. She said she was short of words. I could see the stress on her face that stemmed from the long journey. That could not mask the joy that was mixed with suprise. She was embarrased she could not hide her delight
she is embarrassed just like I have predicted.
But never mind it is normal
Just a little shove I will get her addicted
Not too far from now, everything will be normal
Where is she? gosh she has eloped with Jamotex
brought me outa here, left me alone
The strength of my affection is now up for test
I will do all my best to take her along
And she whispered to me ....
'fair sire,it does me great honor to read this fair words from you
but as futile as the stiring of soured milk to make cream
so do these words appear
for it was but a week ago that i signed my marriage papers'
Call in the trumpeters, roll in the drums
call in the clarinets her majesty comes
Papers can be torn
But the real deal remains
She says....
'a lowly maiden i might bebut my words i cannot go back oni gave my words to the noble sire whom call my Husbandand till death i shall be his'
There is nothing new under the sun
Destiny can be delayed but not denied
Retracting your word given in error cannot be sin
You absence in my life cannot be bellied
She came out from the man's house 10 days to the wedding. her word is with the man, but her heart is with me. I could see all the tell tell signs that betrays her emotion. She so much wants to be with me but does not want to be a liar. I will make it easy for her.She will get what she deserves
with a strong note she warned....
'with these last words, seek to dispel whatever notion you might have had concerning my husbandi love my husband and i choose to be with himmy loyalty henceforth will no longer permit me to discuss this matter anymore with you oh noble sir,and if it is beyond your powers to desist from discussing this topic,then i sadly regret to inform you that this will therefore be the last you shall hear from me i wish you good luck in your decision'
I know how you feel but you do not how I feel
I can see your heart behind the fronting
The real you is longing for the deal that we sealed
Come home my honey I will not stop the chasing
By now she actually came into my house, she hugged me and she was crying. Do not mind what she said. I knew why she cried. I had a white handkerchief with pink heart inscription.I wiped her eyes with it. She sobbed in my arms and she got up and left. While she was going, she kept looking back. We kept talking though no voice was heard
I could feel in my bones the uneasiness within her marrow
Her wish to be with me is endless like tomorrow
But she is entangled by a vow
can she call that her woe?
Some neighbours have been watching in amazement
They say he is love struck
So many hold back some statement
So heavy their hearts grow as the word get stuck
Who cares what they say. One can do anything just to win the heart he cherishes. Some may call it madness but i call it appreciation
Standing in the balcony of my apartment
I could see the outline of a girl
Her silhouete seemed to suit my predicament
Trying to blow me away like a gale
It has been two days 'have not seen my angel
Could it be she is gone
No I cannot see it from that angle
Or I will need the services of a gun
sitting on my chair, i got lost in sleep
there she was crying for my help
In a haste to help, my left leg slipped
Ahh! it is a dream I forgot how I felt
who is he talking to they asked
May be to himself some answered
Does he reason with his ass
Prolly he could do with a massage
He is growing restless. The neighbours think he is insane. But he knows he is not. He is only love struck and his love is real. The object of his love has abandoned him. He is wallowing in misery. If only he could set his eyes on the only one he cares about
What can I say, i've the resilience
I will not wait in vain
Even in the midst of silence
I'm able to contain my pain
Won't she show her face
Just for my heart to res
tI cannot go to her place
Coming here to me is the best
My eyes have seen her back
But she refused to turn
If she turns will she bark
I feel a sharp pain like my flesh is torn.
She finally came to the house. The sight of her alone relieved me. She came into the balcony but refused to sit.I could read from her face, the torment in her heart but still cannot accept that her heart is with me
Where has she gone to, the precious pearl from afar
I will do what it takes to bring her to the west
I will bring down the mountains to create a part for her
I am still waiting for her hope she is not shy.
I know her for that, she at times waves her hand
Tell her I am plain I am very far from sly
I can't wait to see her foot prints in the sand
Finally she arrives. She said she was short of words. I could see the stress on her face that stemmed from the long journey. That could not mask the joy that was mixed with suprise. She was embarrased she could not hide her delight
she is embarrassed just like I have predicted.
But never mind it is normal
Just a little shove I will get her addicted
Not too far from now, everything will be normal
Where is she? gosh she has eloped with Jamotex
brought me outa here, left me alone
The strength of my affection is now up for test
I will do all my best to take her along
And she whispered to me ....
'fair sire,it does me great honor to read this fair words from you
but as futile as the stiring of soured milk to make cream
so do these words appear
for it was but a week ago that i signed my marriage papers'
Call in the trumpeters, roll in the drums
call in the clarinets her majesty comes
Papers can be torn
But the real deal remains
She says....
'a lowly maiden i might bebut my words i cannot go back oni gave my words to the noble sire whom call my Husbandand till death i shall be his'
There is nothing new under the sun
Destiny can be delayed but not denied
Retracting your word given in error cannot be sin
You absence in my life cannot be bellied
She came out from the man's house 10 days to the wedding. her word is with the man, but her heart is with me. I could see all the tell tell signs that betrays her emotion. She so much wants to be with me but does not want to be a liar. I will make it easy for her.She will get what she deserves
with a strong note she warned....
'with these last words, seek to dispel whatever notion you might have had concerning my husbandi love my husband and i choose to be with himmy loyalty henceforth will no longer permit me to discuss this matter anymore with you oh noble sir,and if it is beyond your powers to desist from discussing this topic,then i sadly regret to inform you that this will therefore be the last you shall hear from me i wish you good luck in your decision'
I know how you feel but you do not how I feel
I can see your heart behind the fronting
The real you is longing for the deal that we sealed
Come home my honey I will not stop the chasing
By now she actually came into my house, she hugged me and she was crying. Do not mind what she said. I knew why she cried. I had a white handkerchief with pink heart inscription.I wiped her eyes with it. She sobbed in my arms and she got up and left. While she was going, she kept looking back. We kept talking though no voice was heard
I could feel in my bones the uneasiness within her marrow
Her wish to be with me is endless like tomorrow
But she is entangled by a vow
can she call that her woe?
Some neighbours have been watching in amazement
They say he is love struck
So many hold back some statement
So heavy their hearts grow as the word get stuck
Who cares what they say. One can do anything just to win the heart he cherishes. Some may call it madness but i call it appreciation
Standing in the balcony of my apartment
I could see the outline of a girl
Her silhouete seemed to suit my predicament
Trying to blow me away like a gale
It has been two days 'have not seen my angel
Could it be she is gone
No I cannot see it from that angle
Or I will need the services of a gun
sitting on my chair, i got lost in sleep
there she was crying for my help
In a haste to help, my left leg slipped
Ahh! it is a dream I forgot how I felt
who is he talking to they asked
May be to himself some answered
Does he reason with his ass
Prolly he could do with a massage
He is growing restless. The neighbours think he is insane. But he knows he is not. He is only love struck and his love is real. The object of his love has abandoned him. He is wallowing in misery. If only he could set his eyes on the only one he cares about
What can I say, i've the resilience
I will not wait in vain
Even in the midst of silence
I'm able to contain my pain
Won't she show her face
Just for my heart to res
tI cannot go to her place
Coming here to me is the best
My eyes have seen her back
But she refused to turn
If she turns will she bark
I feel a sharp pain like my flesh is torn.
She finally came to the house. The sight of her alone relieved me. She came into the balcony but refused to sit.I could read from her face, the torment in her heart but still cannot accept that her heart is with me
my desire for her
her desire for me . . . .
After a salsa night (..continued)
'went to dance salsa but could not concentrate because I know her touch and her strength on dance floor.When she wiggles her waist, the heavens will clap, when she spins the earth will rotate. Her grace is not comparable, her flexibility unmatchedMay be it is because of her wonderful figure that send pulses racing, yet that does not come between her and what she knows best-dancing salsa.I guess she must be having some time with her husband my friend
She spies and watches my house
To know the state of my spirit
She connects and nourishes with a hose
while looking under her armpit
Sisi says, 'what has blue given to this boda to eat?'
Her friend calls us bother(boda) but we are brothers
A component of the sisters world
who should be within their borders
Guess she is playing with words
A woman came into the room dressed as a man. He accused me of double standardna d of being a player.
what must I have said to beeola
when I am not gay
Or are you Ola
Help me find my gait
She later unveiled to show her colour. She accused me of playing with words when I am sure I am innocent.
They accused me of playing with words
Because I did not look there way
My heart is pierced with a sword
But finally I hold sway
She spies and watches my house
To know the state of my spirit
She connects and nourishes with a hose
while looking under her armpit
Sisi says, 'what has blue given to this boda to eat?'
Her friend calls us bother(boda) but we are brothers
A component of the sisters world
who should be within their borders
Guess she is playing with words
A woman came into the room dressed as a man. He accused me of double standardna d of being a player.
what must I have said to beeola
when I am not gay
Or are you Ola
Help me find my gait
She later unveiled to show her colour. She accused me of playing with words when I am sure I am innocent.
They accused me of playing with words
Because I did not look there way
My heart is pierced with a sword
But finally I hold sway
.....continued
A guy walks in an claims to be the master of poetry and uttered some egoistic words
Am I really a poet to compete with him
Never claimed to be one
Just telling a story not governed by whim
Let him him go ahead he pro'lly would've won
Is he meant to be a rival, never afraid of challenges
when it has to do with her, the precious pearl from the east
I will run to break his phalanges
to stall the exchange of fists
Like the dream was forerunner of what was to come, She came to my house the following day but refused to enter inside. She stood at the entrance and spoke softly to me. The voice i knew, the golden voice I am used to and the desire in heart was convering a different message from the spoken word. Her resistance was weaking, just a matter of weeks or may be days.
And I told her
You are worth more than the treasures of solomon
You are more precious than riches of babylon
You are a queen and your kingdom is my heart
Where you are exalted above all women on earth
'She is loyal to me. I've got nothing to worry about. I thought Agaba was my friend but now i know better' her husband says.
No one has ever doubted her loyalty to him
she knows she has her heart in my bossom
For I have her details in a sim
Her fantasies I can phantom
My friend is my friend
But love is strange
Though I am not a fiend
Some cases are out of range
She came in to affirm her love to her 'husband' with mixed feeling. I said it was a matter of days may be weeks and what is mine will be mineI shall not bulge for I have got a bulge from looking at her bulges. That means I am excited. I wish she is here with me. She heard me and smiled
At last I have her smile
Expressed by smiley
It can only be a few miles
Before the golden alley
Am I really a poet to compete with him
Never claimed to be one
Just telling a story not governed by whim
Let him him go ahead he pro'lly would've won
Is he meant to be a rival, never afraid of challenges
when it has to do with her, the precious pearl from the east
I will run to break his phalanges
to stall the exchange of fists
Like the dream was forerunner of what was to come, She came to my house the following day but refused to enter inside. She stood at the entrance and spoke softly to me. The voice i knew, the golden voice I am used to and the desire in heart was convering a different message from the spoken word. Her resistance was weaking, just a matter of weeks or may be days.
And I told her
You are worth more than the treasures of solomon
You are more precious than riches of babylon
You are a queen and your kingdom is my heart
Where you are exalted above all women on earth
'She is loyal to me. I've got nothing to worry about. I thought Agaba was my friend but now i know better' her husband says.
No one has ever doubted her loyalty to him
she knows she has her heart in my bossom
For I have her details in a sim
Her fantasies I can phantom
My friend is my friend
But love is strange
Though I am not a fiend
Some cases are out of range
She came in to affirm her love to her 'husband' with mixed feeling. I said it was a matter of days may be weeks and what is mine will be mineI shall not bulge for I have got a bulge from looking at her bulges. That means I am excited. I wish she is here with me. She heard me and smiled
At last I have her smile
Expressed by smiley
It can only be a few miles
Before the golden alley
.....continued
My love ,you might have a flare for morbidity
You might lare on absurdity
The stroke of love engulf the flare
By then you lare and seek to fly
They might think tis business as usual
Let us devour our victim
But the web of love is not casual
It has got its own dictum
She left without a comment
Her booty shake waved at me
In a manner that neutralized my torment
I cannot say she is mean
She left without looking back but she was running like she wanted to escape an attraction. She never let me see her eyes because she knew her eyes would betray her emotion.
I woke up at 5 am and felt cold on my groin. There was no morning wood as usual. I touched my pajamas and it was sticky and wet. I asked what happend? Wet dream?yes! I got the play back. I was in alone in a lonely beach under the gaze of the moon that was generous enough to smile at me. few couples were there doing heaven knows what. All I could hear were giggles, moans and deep breathing. Besides those and aerosmith's 'I don't wanna miss a thing' that was sipping in from the closest bar, everywhere was quiet including the waves. I was a lone but wished she was there with me. Wished i could hold her close to feel her warmth and let feel my breath. I wished we could have held hands and got lost with waves of the sea. I closed my eyes in deep thought, I felt a nudge but no one nudged me, then a kiss but no one kissed me. Then i opened my eyes there was she standing but not close enough to have nudged or kissed me. Was that a kind of telepathy? makes no meaning anymore, my heartthrob is here nothing else matters. She began to move towards me. I stood up from the sand to make sure it was her. She was wearing a short skirt that exposed her sexy legs, her legs were scintillating as they reflected the rays from the moon. Looking at her chest revealed a top cleavage that expose a bit of her 32B boobs. her belly button was visible and sure she was fitter than beach volleyball players. I was transfixed in her beauty that I did not know she was moving until her lips were an inch away from my mouth . . . .
. . . while the music stopped The moon began to frown. The moon's smile disappeared. Darkness descended but that was not to last she smiled and lit up my live again. For others it might be dark, but for us it was paradise. Then the waves seemed have been woken up from their slumber. My princess seem frightened. she looked and at me and her fear disappeared. She melted into my hands, her soft succulent lips barely touching mine, my hands enjoyed the warmth and softness of her bare back as I tried to pull her as close as possible. Her full and pointed breast were locked in a game of wits with my chest, my right was in between her legs. It looked liked we were dancing salsa but no music was heard. I nimbled her lips and caressed hair and I kissed her passionately. Kissing her neck she emitted a moan that increased the activity of thirdleg. I realised by now that she was wearing nothing under her short skirt as her warm wet pussy rubbed against my bare thigh. She was wearing no bra. She pushed my head to her chest . . . . .
. . . . . . the moans were now increasing in intensity owing the effort of my lips on her nipples. She was so much aroused that even though her hands were limp, she could manage to unbutton my shorts her hands inside my boxers, she played with furious dck. As she was direction my dck to his pussy I suddenly woke up . The tape has ended, it was rather sour. I wished I did not waked. Realising she was not there with me was painful to me. I tried to go back to sleep but wishes are not horses.
If she could use the X-ray of the soul
And mirror that reflects the state of the heart
she could see her image on the wall
carved with the greatest skill in art
Jamo walks in annoyed and quips, 'what is all these'
The 'husband' notices and became curious
Surprised he just realised the love triangle
I know he will be furious
But I see it from a different angle
Hope he does not harm the innocent soul or he will have me to deal with.
...to be continued
You might lare on absurdity
The stroke of love engulf the flare
By then you lare and seek to fly
They might think tis business as usual
Let us devour our victim
But the web of love is not casual
It has got its own dictum
She left without a comment
Her booty shake waved at me
In a manner that neutralized my torment
I cannot say she is mean
She left without looking back but she was running like she wanted to escape an attraction. She never let me see her eyes because she knew her eyes would betray her emotion.
I woke up at 5 am and felt cold on my groin. There was no morning wood as usual. I touched my pajamas and it was sticky and wet. I asked what happend? Wet dream?yes! I got the play back. I was in alone in a lonely beach under the gaze of the moon that was generous enough to smile at me. few couples were there doing heaven knows what. All I could hear were giggles, moans and deep breathing. Besides those and aerosmith's 'I don't wanna miss a thing' that was sipping in from the closest bar, everywhere was quiet including the waves. I was a lone but wished she was there with me. Wished i could hold her close to feel her warmth and let feel my breath. I wished we could have held hands and got lost with waves of the sea. I closed my eyes in deep thought, I felt a nudge but no one nudged me, then a kiss but no one kissed me. Then i opened my eyes there was she standing but not close enough to have nudged or kissed me. Was that a kind of telepathy? makes no meaning anymore, my heartthrob is here nothing else matters. She began to move towards me. I stood up from the sand to make sure it was her. She was wearing a short skirt that exposed her sexy legs, her legs were scintillating as they reflected the rays from the moon. Looking at her chest revealed a top cleavage that expose a bit of her 32B boobs. her belly button was visible and sure she was fitter than beach volleyball players. I was transfixed in her beauty that I did not know she was moving until her lips were an inch away from my mouth . . . .
. . . while the music stopped The moon began to frown. The moon's smile disappeared. Darkness descended but that was not to last she smiled and lit up my live again. For others it might be dark, but for us it was paradise. Then the waves seemed have been woken up from their slumber. My princess seem frightened. she looked and at me and her fear disappeared. She melted into my hands, her soft succulent lips barely touching mine, my hands enjoyed the warmth and softness of her bare back as I tried to pull her as close as possible. Her full and pointed breast were locked in a game of wits with my chest, my right was in between her legs. It looked liked we were dancing salsa but no music was heard. I nimbled her lips and caressed hair and I kissed her passionately. Kissing her neck she emitted a moan that increased the activity of thirdleg. I realised by now that she was wearing nothing under her short skirt as her warm wet pussy rubbed against my bare thigh. She was wearing no bra. She pushed my head to her chest . . . . .
. . . . . . the moans were now increasing in intensity owing the effort of my lips on her nipples. She was so much aroused that even though her hands were limp, she could manage to unbutton my shorts her hands inside my boxers, she played with furious dck. As she was direction my dck to his pussy I suddenly woke up . The tape has ended, it was rather sour. I wished I did not waked. Realising she was not there with me was painful to me. I tried to go back to sleep but wishes are not horses.
If she could use the X-ray of the soul
And mirror that reflects the state of the heart
she could see her image on the wall
carved with the greatest skill in art
Jamo walks in annoyed and quips, 'what is all these'
The 'husband' notices and became curious
Surprised he just realised the love triangle
I know he will be furious
But I see it from a different angle
Hope he does not harm the innocent soul or he will have me to deal with.
...to be continued
My bluespice
Where is my bride in whom I find peace
what has Jamo done to bluespice
Hope she is still one piece
It's time to get my life spiced
This weekend was supposed to good. It went well until I was coming back from the club. I never knew my heartthrob's caretaker husband has arranged a gang to beat me up. A group of knife welding guys walleyed me. I am sure i am not a gang member so why the attack? I askedone of them removed his mask, it looked like chamotex. Then the war began, it was me against 6 guys. They demanded that I should promise I will leave bluespice alone. I refused to say a word, for what is
life without my diamond
useless life without my jewel
I will rather bleach like almond
than bid my angel farewell
Then the fight began. I was not difficult for me to disarm five of them thanks to my self defence skills. I Challenged chamo to a one-on-one fight with bare hand but he preferred to use his weapon. I accepted on the condition that if I defeat him, he would forget my bride for me. He accepted. I was happy I had a chance to win her back. It was ferocious, he was mad but I was too strong for him. I snatched his knife from him and destroyed it. He ran away as he had no strength left. His gang members watched and cheered us on. I left with a stab wound on my left arm, but I realised that only when I had won the fight.I hope she will accept this arrangement. come home my bride, I have risked my life for you. I have won at a price.
I could not fathom my joy
When she walked to my side
I am sure it is not a ploy
Nor tales by the riverside
She walked home and planted a kiss on me. I needed only a slight touch to unleash the romance and hunger in her. She might have been starved by chamotex. A life journey of adventure is about to begin.
Chamotex is still in the dreamland
Yet to comprehend his loss
While we cavot in disneyland
he's yet to realise the eternal cost
How could he say in my dream
when the bride had abandoned him
How could he cling to a sinking ship
when he knows she is over with her worship
There is no point saying it twice
The precious queen is back to her kingdom
Watch her come in with all the poise
That's fit for a lady of her kinda stardom
Her friend thought that i was mad. She laughed out loud and believed it would end in tears. She thought my heart will be turned to shreds when my queen finishes with me.
Tears are meant to for the real humans
Though he might be humane
He has got no lilly liver
He is strong as ever
To be continued
what has Jamo done to bluespice
Hope she is still one piece
It's time to get my life spiced
This weekend was supposed to good. It went well until I was coming back from the club. I never knew my heartthrob's caretaker husband has arranged a gang to beat me up. A group of knife welding guys walleyed me. I am sure i am not a gang member so why the attack? I askedone of them removed his mask, it looked like chamotex. Then the war began, it was me against 6 guys. They demanded that I should promise I will leave bluespice alone. I refused to say a word, for what is
life without my diamond
useless life without my jewel
I will rather bleach like almond
than bid my angel farewell
Then the fight began. I was not difficult for me to disarm five of them thanks to my self defence skills. I Challenged chamo to a one-on-one fight with bare hand but he preferred to use his weapon. I accepted on the condition that if I defeat him, he would forget my bride for me. He accepted. I was happy I had a chance to win her back. It was ferocious, he was mad but I was too strong for him. I snatched his knife from him and destroyed it. He ran away as he had no strength left. His gang members watched and cheered us on. I left with a stab wound on my left arm, but I realised that only when I had won the fight.I hope she will accept this arrangement. come home my bride, I have risked my life for you. I have won at a price.
I could not fathom my joy
When she walked to my side
I am sure it is not a ploy
Nor tales by the riverside
She walked home and planted a kiss on me. I needed only a slight touch to unleash the romance and hunger in her. She might have been starved by chamotex. A life journey of adventure is about to begin.
Chamotex is still in the dreamland
Yet to comprehend his loss
While we cavot in disneyland
he's yet to realise the eternal cost
How could he say in my dream
when the bride had abandoned him
How could he cling to a sinking ship
when he knows she is over with her worship
There is no point saying it twice
The precious queen is back to her kingdom
Watch her come in with all the poise
That's fit for a lady of her kinda stardom
Her friend thought that i was mad. She laughed out loud and believed it would end in tears. She thought my heart will be turned to shreds when my queen finishes with me.
Tears are meant to for the real humans
Though he might be humane
He has got no lilly liver
He is strong as ever
To be continued
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