THE BITTEN APPLE [b][/b]

I want to live in paradise
Play chess and toss dice
swim in cool pool
and sit on royal stool.

I want to have the best of nature.
Cool air and breeze to nurture
my life to frightless future.
rather than live in prison with sutures

To relish the taste of wine.
Beauties and power to dine
in parties hoped to be mine
that i fantasized and hope could be fine.

On my countless dream a day
i met the truth that say
the bitten apple made my way
a bitter journey, dry and tasteless like hay.

Had she not eaten the apple
I would live splendid and look supple
but faith had my aim toppled
so I wane in distress and grumbled.

so, enough I have to say
a bitten apple in any way
can cause an Adam's fall or stray

since I learnt that, an advice I gave:
"beware of Satan's apple trail."

na wa you try

TELL HIM
Tell him son of man
That nectars and ambrosia will not avail him
From the mortality he hold


Tell him fellow lifers
that pool of Bethesda
Will not cure his disease
If fall sick

Tell him that
death head will not seek his flee
When the time comes

If you tell him that and he listens
Good
And if does not listen tell him that
Better is the dinner of herbs where love is than a stalled ox
And hatred is there with.

If he listens
Good
If he does not
tell him nothing in knowledge is better than experience
And leave him to his fortune
That carries the fire of perpetual anor

MY MOTHER'S COOKING POT
         oh
my mothers cooking pot
forged by an industrial heat
blemished with a stainless alloy
but all that matters
like the jinx of cooking it harbors

      myself
i rather not ask myself
why meat stealing
remains dogged
for all life lies in my mothers cooking pot

        but
recently it was an like an event called a day
when mother smiles over the stolen meat
when mother sees it as a gratitude to her cooking power
because now the CBN is though
  and the flow of "that evil" (MONEY)  is turbulent

      And
now the reddish excess soup in the pot
falling and dripping like a water fall
is now like a drying dam harboring whitish melon soup
but mother's talent is retained

      oh
no one loved this
but old habit die hard
and the ten fingeredd rat still spiral in to the cooking pot
and with a race and a bit of meat rather than a full piece
a full piece it used to steal

      oh
C.B.N when mothers cooking pot
full of tasty jinx
turned to a centre of galaxy
a galaxy of argument
languors!  a vibrant water fall
now a drying dam

      anyway
mother devised a miserable plan
to lock away the ten fingeredd rat
away from her cooking pot

     anyway
mother devised a plan
she routined our meal
to suite the C.B.N threat

       anyway
mother ask Kasai the blacksmith
to forge for her pot an improvised
catcher, hinge, and a superb 300kg padlock
on her precious cooking pot

        And
until things get better mother won't unlock
her cooking pot free!!!.

am sorry but life is not worth it you have got to move on

Hi the pride of all network
bad to see you on the site of the bright without an insight to make it right
I stood to right against the freight you impose in mummy's light

like a kite you flew into our lives and you stood as a knight
like the sprite you added taste to our right as man
but you are a spite maybe without an insight of how unright you kick off our right to fight at night

You bought our night with your bright price
and you paid a caring mum with freight

get it right until you find a solution to the success that you bought
which it cause lies in a silent night
they I promise a bright fight for the youth
think twice with a bite of fingers MTN and i promise a great sigh after the rites
goodnight yello MTN
plationash