Shakespears’ Juliet and Romeo Epilo

I had done this work once as a research paper..and i thoroughly enjoyed it i could not help but share it.

Hath three words sweet as mine,
Methinks they hath been shut off,
For grayed folks hath no shine,
In sun to bind of in huff,
Sorrow be their bedfellows none,
To sunshine banish off the land,
For hath them nothing left to atone,
The harsh deadly soup fed by hand
Regret are they that rush to strike,
Yet they strike closer to themselves,
For in stricking thi foe is a trike,
Before thyself notice thy wound as wolves,
Hath me no foresay than these
Anger begets fate like these
Hath shakespears in his writing rush,
To banish youthful beauty from earth,
When grass doth dot it with lush,
Tell me then hath death any worth?
If as wise they had been more bold,
Old in limbs in judgment young,
They that angry blood flow were be told,
Of wasted joy they hath forsaken young,
Like me not how ends the play,
As lovely couple young plays the part,
Where in cold graves there bodies lay
So close to each other yet still apart,
Hath justice been really, served,
When thy play ends so sad.



Q: I hate the way i am feeling now,
This fit of rage that is consuming me,
i promised i would never feel this way,
But what is it about you i cant control,
why is it i am weak when its about you…

A: Perhaps its because i am into you
Because i have infiltrated into your very fiber,
Because i know you cannot destroy me,
Since doing so will break you apart.

Q: But i thought i was better than this,
i knew i had outgrown this confusion
that the pain had toughened me,
and that i could not allow you
to get me on my knees.

A: yes right that much is true,
you learnt and believed in your strength,
only you forgot i still reside in you,
and i tap the soft codes of your well being

Q: well yes i know that
i am glad i have soft codes,
For those are what keeps me human,
and seeing the sun in your eyes
that is why this rage is burning me….


The vanity god?

The Rolla costar of things wanted,
Things needed, vanity things,
For the world seems a big vanity,
The only thing that makes bearable at-least,
Is the embrace of the maker,
Communication with Him,
A conversation,
A moment to download……

For the world otherwise seems vain,
Birth, school, work, marriage, death and so goes the cycle.
It’s a turbulent that never stops,
Never slows down……
It got me wondering.

Are we honoring or dishonoring our maker,
Our world
Our race
Our very existence. Our pride
And man! Aren’t we too proud…

Tell me, what do we live for,
How do we live?


Our prosperity gospel indicates that….
Our ‘god” shall meet us at our point of need
And the only way we know he makes himself evident
Is if we own big houses, drive automobiles and have a fat bank account,
That’s the God we are talking about

Like seriously!!!!!
Todays ‘god’ has become so materialistic we wallow in spiritual poverty.
Our ‘god’ seems so concern about our outward expression,
It no longer matter the inside impression.
Is that the same God, who answered Moses,
‘I AM who I AM?’
Did he change eventually?
Or are we trying to remodel Him.

Now I see

This one time i lift my eyes,
i see your eyes speak to me,
the drink has taken your tongue,
But not your eyes,
And as i listen over and over,
Am ashamed i didn’t notice earlier,
the efforts you have been making,
That i don’t find fault anymore,
That for once i will not complain,
Yet once again i found fault,
To be hurt,
To doubt ,
To fear for us,
Yet this one time,
In your drunken stupor,
You didn’t defend the obvious,
Didn’t try to conceal the truth,
Nor bend the facts,
And voiced your own reservation
This one time you spoke to my heart,
And i decided there was nothing more valuable,
Than you are to me,
Nothing worth salvaging,
If its not what i find in you ,
No relation more important
If its not the one i share with you,
I am proving no one right or wrong,
Just choosing that which i find formidably
For i see my world right through your eyes.

My Own Enemy

i am my enemy ,
i know i am impulsive,
have more than 100% boiling point,
rants like a parrot,
shout as if i am on fire,
nag until u lose your cool,
react as if stung by a bee

but hey,

my Creator was not a fool,
To give me a counter to my flaws.
so dont be quick to judge,
you are not any better


I thank God for the little things:
the moon, the stars, the sun,
I thank God for everyone
and everything He’s done

I thank God for who i am
and the person i’ve become
I thank God for who’s in my life
and that i’m safer than some

I thank God for my family
and how they’re always there
I thank God that they raised me
and how they’ll always care

I thank God for all my friends
and the trust they have in me
I thank God for my happiness
that’s now so easy to see

I thank God for the gift of life
adn that it’s good and pure
I thank God for who’s in mine
to make me safe and sure

I thank God for the gift of love
and what it means to me
I thank God for how our love felt
when you set my heart free

I thank God for my favorite gift
a special gift, it’s true
I thank God for this special gift
and that special gift is you

I thank God that you’re by my side;
that our hearts have become one
I thank God that i have you now
for my love will never be done


The silenece is shattered
The screams ring out
i wish for the calm before the storm
But all within me shouts..

my screams never heard
No matter how loud
It just merges in
with the rest of the crowd

my voice is failing
the fears suppressed
I have no clue
How to work through the rest
The screams get louder

Can no one hear..
I scream and scream
Still no where near
no one hears just what i say

I could scream and scream til my dying day
my voice not heard not important

the feelings and screams
locked within
when will anyone stop this din

I long for peace..
within my self
Quiet and calm

on this dusty shelf
I stand here within
This huge hole
Screams just eating
away at my soul

where is the peace that i so request
i long for it daily
not in jest

i long for quiet within my head
To hear my own thoughts
Instead of the rests
when will i be me again
in stead of the voice within the crowd
instead of that scream not heard
no matter how loud.


The Love Scene

I know all his moves, this lover I can’t let go. Yesterday i memorized them as he came home. Milk, vegetables and lots of fruits, He loves to feed his woman, and himself. He never lacks appetite, for everything he does. He will cook, and chat her up, So she doesn’t fall asleep, and keep him company.

He will drink up the milk, as he waits for the food to simmer He will tickle her and make her laugh He enjoys watching the smile upon her face. The food will ready within a twinkle of a star. They will eat, he will finish faster and his woman…. He will prod her to be a better eater, She will not take it against him, He teases her a lot, and she likes it.

Then they’ll brush up, and keep things in order, She will spread the bed, while he visits the washroom, She will slide under the sheets, half-naked, She isn’t used to being in her birth suit,
He will put off the lights, and touch his way to bed, He will be smelling of fresh mouthwash. He will wrap her around; hold her close Kiss her neck, her cheek. And search her mouth, He will kiss her hard and deep, just like she likes it.

She will De-activate her inhibitors, Release her hands to explore, She will touch the back of his ear, and kiss it, She will walk her fingers over his face, Pausing briefly to peck and kiss him, he loves the kisses.
Her hands will be locked up somewhere, he will be in charge, Sliding his fingers over her bosom, setting her body to spate of waves of excitement He will cup her breast, and kiss them, She will release a gasp, and want more of it, Her will excite the ridge between her chest, She will touch his body, in a tinkly way, Just as they have learnt over the years, He will lock her in a kiss, first slightly, Then it will become stronger and deeper, And she will be gulping for breath,

When his strong arms part off her thighs, She will let off all inhibitors , She will reach out for his hand, And he will lead her to his man, She will hesitate, at the touch of rock, Then reach for it with such hunger, And softly rub it on her skin, A feeling that will set him in ecstasy, She will move her body bit lower and sucks him up
Getting stronger with every sound of satisfaction he makes,

She will steal glances and giggle at the look in his face. He will lift her up, and set her body on fire, With every touch to her sensitive parts He will caress her thighs, and twitch her clitoris, He will look right into her eyes and see the want, And parts her leg some more, she will smile, Then he will wear his protection and kiss her, Then slid his man Into her woman, still looking right into her,

He will go deep in softly, careful not to hurt her, Then he will rock in and out of her, setting her off, She will involuntarily part her feet even wider, And holding his waist find a rhythm in his moves, He will feel fired up, and go in a ride craze, He will ride her faster and deeper, Setting her moaning like crazy,

He will ride even faster from the sound she makes, Then turn her this way, and that way, still riding, He will get exhausted, and lie on his back, He will lift her and place her right on top of him, She will allow his man up her, and softly, Horse ride, feeling him in her.

She will be in control of loving, She will let spasm of pleasure wash her body, He will look at her, and reach for her waist, To help her up and down,

He will follow her gaze, and smile at its destination, He will want more than he can touch, She will need more than she can say, Something beyond the physical, Something they both want from each other, And since its not tangible, They will hold each other close,
And appreciate each other’s perfect role, In making love, Then they’ll kiss goodnight, And sleep in each other’s arm, Dreaming, happy at peace. In perfect bliss.

Love Like I Do

All but in a memory,
pure bliss without a worry,
Sudden rush of adrenaline
I am in love, like a teenager,

the passion deep in my veins
confirms my love is not in vain
for the tears and the pain,
You are a relic,worth all it takes.

the soft chest and warm embrace,
that you gave holding me close,
the tender touch on my forehead,
is entrenched in my memory,

your funny dance and playful mannerism,
your charisma and rich mind,
Your honest assess and opinion,
these things that set you apart,
are ones i cannot trade for anything

and so tonight as i lay me down,
i know i haven’t given you much,
and i don’t know your thoughts as you go to bed,
but you are the last thing in my memory,
and i sleep with a smile,
knowing i never before loved this much.