Madness with hope (Soul-o’man)

Madness with hope.

With a bent back, exploded face,
Uncercumcised fury, unrepenting joviality,
Packaged pregnancy, butt-naked navel,
Coupled with invisible companions.

She fulfils the prophecy of Rocks playing the role of men
She rides on exposed feet.
She delegates the power of weilding the reins to her shoulders
She is professionaly mad.

Punctually exhibiting confident smiling teeth,
not a single decline from the Ladder of self esteem.
never having to not have nothing to do.
Ever so humble with her wasted wisdom.

Once a celebrated branch of a family tree
Now a prominent pioneer of the street team.
When the world wonders she slumbers,
With no goals in the game she’s a hunter.

The universe but her seems marveled,
how she journeys with mysteries unraveled.
Such as the sapien whom with her slept
Whose sperm ressurected her seeds.

Sanity breeds not satisfaction.
Not even ritualists have use for crazy heads.
There is a glitter of hope when with a smile or a sweat,
the so called sorrow ceases to be a threat.

Hell in a Freezer (soul-o’man)

Hell in a freezer

Man can do what he wants
When he wants what he does.
Most shoes are strapped against the foot’s will.
Merriment and misery mostly managed as an oxymoron.
Such nostalgic epilogue.

Are there more ants than we have children?
If there are,
Is the child not supposed to be the boss?
If that’s true,
How plucky is the Ants’ virus to sanction the child’s paralysis.
For hours or days, weeks or months, years or forever?

There she stood transfixed,
Shivering in steaming perspiration.
Right at the centre of a frosty solar perplexity.
Oh life! She screamed,
Only to see no sound
Oh heavens! She glanced up,
Only to hear no sky.

There goes the train’s whistle
Here comes unicorns dreams
There lies the salvation
There escapes the revelation
Here stays the temptation.
All for the course of what nation?
This is our contemplation.

One notion spells out the birth of one nation.
Nation then procreates;
Breeding boastless billions of her ancestor.
So she stops staying single
After all,
someone said something about fruitfulness and multiplication.
On goes the calculation
Till the entire equation equals a deceitful division.

Hence the offsprings;
Spring less to stay on
Work less to drive more
Cash less to spend scores
Think less to act sore
Eat less to show off
Act less deeds to boast of.
Performing the rites and chores of a refrigerator,
In the chamber wise labyrinths of a maze like incubator.