The contract

This is t' contract of relations, relative to knowing 
I have come to the realisation, to the know 
That this here, is a contract of negotiation, on balance  


Where goal posts are never 
Positioned on permanent spots 
And the sway of the bowl of fulfilment  


That which carries content of liquid formations 
Is kept at a constant swing to maintain balance 
For solids are made brittle in endurance of bonds  


Do not look out to be favoured by events 
Not always,  at all times in having a way with 
This is t' conditions of grounds, made ready to build on 


As intended based on the subject of negotiations
Compromises made prominent to attention on balance 
And courtship and friendship is to hold this as basic 


I have come to realise, in part, in ways 
That in forms in bonds formed, no one is to take spoils
Winning all every-time on roulette tables 


Not if for the enrichment wished for 
Is to be graced with the fortitude of longevity 
And thus, not a flash in the pan, upon pacts signed


This is a contract of understanding  
On what relationship's balance are  to be formed on 
Say I do, say I, to roll up one's sleeves and engage


This is the contract of relations 
I have come to the realization, on centered mind 
That this here, is a contract of negotiation 

Oh Dear Penny

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Dear penny dear, with natural tan, you beauty 

I heard you just got into town, you bronze beauty 

Penny dear, penny dear, my love

You know there is a saying
As always there is, "a saying"
Which says, as sayings go "there is a saying"

There is a saying
Which goes, look after the penny
For the pound will look after it self

A trickle of water from taps running
Could fill a bath tub, if left long enough
Long enough, it could become an ocean

And in the same light
A piggy bank could buy you a house
If you load up, a few, a few more with t' pennies

I know not what becomes of my change
After breaking down the bundle
And thus another bundle I take out 

To vanish again in pennies, oh dear penny
Like an erosion on shores if unchecked 

I promise to keep an eye on you, my dear penny 

If you find a penny pick it up , like love at first sight
The pounds do look after themselves
It is the penny that needs watching 

Like tender love 
For a budding rose 
My dear penny, penny dear 

Simple Says

Inclined, try hard, like it's no body's business 
Simple says, if it is meant to be  
It is meant to be, glide to land on solid grounds 


Sweats are a necessity  
No doubt, to define a character
Call it preparation to be crowned  


But know this, in parables 
Careful all the same, wise thoughts 
Figments, blurry lanes lie on routes to destination 


Some walls do not have invisible doors 
To manifest, like open sesame  
They hold illusions pretence, mirage  


Vulnerable, don't break your fist, in  the process 
Trying to break down walls, in the process 
Options lie as avenues given in procedure 


Knowing when to walk 
Is the sign of opportunity set 
To be taken advantage of, gifted  


Try all the same, as oppose to 
You suppose to, believe me, blow on wish 
How else, if not so, to find measure 


But simple says 
This is a philosophy to be had 
At the back of the mind, thinking 


Simple says
If it is meant to be, it's meant to be 
Don't break your fist, chasing mirage, options given

Ducks Can't Fly

If birds had feathers they will not hang  
On grills, spiced up, roasting aroma 
Feeling the air, with juice  


My taste bud, ready to engage  
Consumed, my lips left with evidence  
Of my indulgence   


If birds have feathers 
Oh but they do   
Well before being unplugged   


Oh but they do  
If birds had feathers to fly 
They would not hang on grills


For they will know to fly 
And not walk, or run, slow enough 
To be caught, by the man with no feather 

Awaiting Answers

I am out of coverage area 
Sometimes you aught to be 
To find your self, with meaning 


The buddhist prefer a solitary area 
Or would avoid uttering words for years  
In meditating mood, for enlightenment  


On journeys back I took  
In the clouds I saw a rabbit, a sea horse 
Land-horse and a boar  


Meanings, I still don't know  
But for seeing such beauty in the clouds 
Aught to be a blessings of some sought  


A silver lining across the pond of life 
A sign of thee, from thee  
To reflect on others to come, I'm sure 


First signs count 
I saw them, there, there  
Those silver lining, I saw them