Bloodbath,
Massacres
Locomotically from the rising of the sun to the set-ing of the moon
Down from the corners of the witches of east end
Sprang forth from the northern wing
To the sides polars wings in proximity to the source.
Organs liquidly clothed in red litters the mother earth
Reddish-brown
Parts, separately and Reddishly scattered on the highway
Pinched my flesh,
This is dream not, negator
Fear, uproar, hullabaloo
Men running for their lives
Baby fell from that woman's back, yet, still on the run, she was
Stampeding,
Stampede,
Long, long matching and stepping
Bomb's ring tone dwarfs the babies wailing
Bombshells litters everywhere
Human heads roll over the streets likes dirts
Oh fanatics and religious bigot
All in...
The little slice of insanity By world famous drunk Poet.
Listen,
I wish to spill my thoughts on the papyrus of your heart
And to Crest my love on the skin of your emotions
I want you to be the dream I will never wake up from
And the only rain that will ever kiss my soil
Listen,
I wish to dive into the pool of your love
That I may be drown in your deepest emotions
I want you to crush me with the rock of your sympathy
And from your fountain of desires I wish to have a drink
Listen
I wish to have my heart beating in your hands
That my fingertips and ink will poetically publish our love story
And have men praise me for my heroic love stupidity
Listen,
Just like Romeo, I wish to be breathtakingly foolish enough
To die for you
Because I know love is a little slice of insanity.
.
Balogun David ...