Fugar's Theory

BELIEVE IT OR NOT WOMAN HAS MAN IN IT   
MRS HAS MR IN IT,FEMALE HAS MALE IN IT   
SHE HAS HE IN IT,MADAM HAS ADAM IN IT   


NO WONDER MEN ALWAYS WANT  
TO BE INSIDE WOMEN,   
MEN WERE BORN BETWEEN THE LEGS OF A WOMAN  


YET MEN SPEND ALL THEIR LIFE AND TIME   
TRYING TO GO BACK   
BETWEEN THE LEGS OF A WOMAN  


WHY?   
BECAUSE THERE IS NO PLACE  
LIKE HOME.  


EVER NOTICED  
 HOW ALL WOMEN PROBLEMS  
START WITH MEN?  


MENTAL ILLNESS,MENSTRUAL CRAMPS,
MENTAL BREAKDOWN,MENOPAUSE,
GYNAECOLOGIST{GUY}


 AND....WHEN WE HAVE REAL TROUBLE 
ITS A HYSTERECTOMY!!
{HIS}GUD DAY



by: Carlos Fugar

Wake Me From Sleep

Wake me up from sleep 

Wake me  up from sleep 

wake me  up from sleep , sleep, sleep 

Ooh

wake me from sleep

wake me from sleep

ooh wake me from sleep

How can I burden you  

pure and nature with cries  

Of the  artificial hell  

that man has created 

and named as so   

and named as so 

and named as so 

and named as so, so, so 

Civilisation to symbolise an up lift 

and named as so,  they say,

better than what nature 

has ordained on us, on us, on us,  us 

Stripped of  the essence  

plugged into the machinery of greed 

washers and screws, bolts and nuts 
sounds,  and  false gods, blood of oil, diesel  

Beastly breaths, deep breaths 

of the monstrous creation's waste 

choking on nature’s breath, breath 

On nature’s breath 

On nature’s breath 

On nature’s breath 

And to the end on the dying bed 

what will man be defined by  

be defined by, be define by 

what will man be defined by 

Spat out like the bones that lie on floors 

of the beastly den on retirement 

another pure soul 

begging to be consumed 

Into the machinery of manufacture 

The manufacture 

The manufacture 

The manufacture 

Into the machinery

of the manufacture

Eagerly waiting to replace 

another on plates

of  beastly gauge  

lamps to the slaughter

lamps to the slaughter

lamps to the slaughter

The emptiness of an existence 

with the lure of climbing up 

this ladder of raw 

raw, raw, raw, of raw 

Has evolution been the curse of man 

The curse of man 

The curse of man 

To have lost the essence of living 

if so then wake me back from bed 

into a bird, to a rat,  to a frog, turkey 

wake me from sleep  

Oooh wake me from sleep 

wake me from sleep 

sleep, sleep, wake me from sleep 

Of  a slave to the monstrous beast 

wake me from sleep 

wake me from sleep 

Make me whole again 

let me value life again 

and appreciate simple things

 before my dying bed  again 

Take me back into

the garden of Eden, Eden

Wake me from sleep

wake me from sleep

wake me from, sleep, sleep sleep

wake me from sleep

Breathing Air

Inhale air with breath, living 

In hale to breathe with excitement glee  

Exhale  joy with life, breathing 

Burns On Both Sides

An eye for an eye  
Will make the whole world  
Go blind (Gandhi)     


Burns on both sides  
Like skid marks to announce rage   
We are going to be heard; allute 


Slow down on emotion, son 
Let strategy catch up with intent   
And see reasons and consequences unfold 


Dust storms in desserts are not the norm  
Like everything else, diminishing returns    
They have their reasons, season to rise   


And quietly they mellow, down and fold  
Smokes always start with sparks, to say   
Something is not right, somewhere down the line  


But the wise do not burn down houses 
To find missing keys, "set back"
To open doors, of welcome home 


Burns on both sides 
Each to the side they stand on, stand for 
Against opposing thoughts, leafy streets


But in battles both sides lose on count   
A step back to see with reason  
Avoiding set back on strategy, blind spots  

It is foolish to walk in the dessert   
While the storm  brews at it's worse   
You must be new around here, wet behind the ears   

The Phone Call

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Distance separates lovers and friends
Journey of destiny and of strive
One of tacit, for the silent speaker


While exploration 
Brings as joy of enlightenment
New discovery and awaking


Cold the heart goes when thoughts of love ones 
Not seen, not heard from,  
For a while comes to mind


On the starving feel of emotions need
Like a draught invasion on fertile land, 
Quietly the heart cries for completeness find


Then a phone call out of the blue
Heard like ghost voice  
Shock at first prompt it brings


Instance excitements 
With joy to be had
Oh my darling I have missed you so

Insomnia Haiku

Friend; oh friend dear

Help suspend sup-conscience 

 insomnia rest, dreams

Stamping Out!

I will suffer painfully..

To gainfully elevate myself..

From spiralling down with gravity..

These roads of smoky casket..

While I sit,..

Twitching, twitching, itching..

I tell myself, I am not addicted..

To the poof..

Yet my blood boils, with adrenaline..

Demanding to be made calm..

By the poof, poof..

Like a primate in a cage..

I beat my chest restlessly, relentlessly..

To be let go,..

Allow the poof to serve its purpose..

Of giving me the ahh feeling..

Ahh to my death bed..

Of breathless breath..
Choking, clogged up, on the ahh..

Of yesterdays poof..

So I will suffer painfully..

To gainfully relief myself...

With elevation from the ahh..

Ahh  poof, poof of casket beds..

I am not to be deceived..

By the craves lust of the grave..

No more, no more..

For The Support

Akpe na Enyonam..

If I say, I appreciate your support..
It is nothing short of what words 
I cannot find to truly describe the vividness..

In capacity, in confidence, in say..

Of what weights of wings..
You carry me with..
Mine is well "Enyonam"..
Yes mine is well in deed  

For when I look back ..
To t' tree that sprung me in branches..
You are my STRONGEST life line 
Of believe, in roots that feeds me 

With confidence of support...
"Enyonam" and I know mine is well..
Yes mine is well, mine is well 
Enyonam mine is well indeed 

When all the church bells..
Have gone silence in tune 
Yours has rang so loud 
A thousand faint ones' were made obsolete.. 

Serge with such assurance..
Resounding to burgeon in me..
The resuscitation's beliefs "Enyonam"..
To carry on camping, as mine is well..

And when outsiders sing with delight..
Saying yours is with adoration 
" Enyonam" I know it is true..

Yes this is true, as my is well 

For from where charity begins,..
I hear the same melodies sang to me..
With passion so strong  ..
That acknowledges long before others 

To a Big sister treasured.."Enyonam"
For the love you give freely..
For t' pearl in your heart's warmth treasured..
As abundance of hope you give  

Thank you “Akpe nee” ..
And I know mine is well...
You are appreciated “Akpe na wo”...
For mine is well "Enyonam"