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January 2020

The Snake & Eve

She always saw him slithering from the periphery of her vision

He slithered about coolly and never bothered

But when she walked with Adam’s arms around her waist

She felt a burning stare of the snake

Drawn to his blasé, she wanted him to coil

And squeeze out her very breath

This was heaven, sin was not known here

But the fires of his desire burned in her gaze

God knew and saw all that was going on

And he wanted them to stop

Else leave the heavenly abode

Drunk on lust they would not stop

So, he handed them the apple, like a bait

The plan was to save Adam from the partner

Who now wanted to be with another

But the snake thought this was a plan to oust him

And he let Adam and Eve take the bite

When they were thrown to earth, he lamented

And Eve was condemned to live a mortal life

With Adam, till death do them apart

She waited then restlessly for the hell

That was created for her and her slitherin

Overseas Trip

You came to me excited; you must send me you said

And waved the brochure right into my face

An overseas trip lasting 11 nights

I was excited too, to see the itinerary

But my child alone in a different country?

I could barely sleep that night

Wondering how to break this to you

Without making you hate me for it

We couldn’t afford it was the first reason

And nothing I should be ashamed of at all

And my baby even a night without you right down the hall

Would give me no sleep at all

Imagine then for 11 nights, I would roam the place

Like a zombie from outer space

Call me old fashioned and whatever you may think

But someone who is not even a teenager

Is safer home I think

I’d rather spend that fortune

On giving you something worthwhile

And why visit some country for a few days

Plan to study / stay there or run the country of your choice

 

 

 

 

New Year Old Habits

I had hoped the new year would bring in something new

Maybe a new you, sans your old habits, old flames

But the year has changed not you

Old habits never die they say, I say it’s true

The years are passing on and the vices grow

The signals they go, where they are routed

The music it flows to where its directed

The cues and clues you leave behind

Like breadcrumbs they are followed

The timing is so perfect, what you want to say

It reaches across without you saying anything

It’s all in the air, like a mist

No one can catch it, but yet get lost in it

Your games they are still on

While you think you are fooling me

I catch on but I cannot catch you

I watch you but you know I will never find

What you so cleverly hide, in plain site

 

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