THE GENTLE BUT CRUEL HASSAN

It's no longer a news that
the sky has paved the way
for men to showcase their
will on nature exposing their
flaming emotions on the pace
of time.

Hassan the erudite of his field
endowed with thoughts
overflowing and spilling, anxiety
outflows his doings.

The genesis of his flabby personality
inches with time. Flamboyantly I
speaks behind the cotton of my
Knowing.

Truth is truth even at the edge
of a knife. The echo of freedom
Lies with the truth. Indeed the fear
behind the scenes could be captured
in his actions blindly aggrieved
by the source of his temperament

I know Hassan with a bleeding
heart, like the mirror of my
sight, like the titanic of my
days, like the flock of the west
Hidden motive, cruel in action,
Sound in arguments and
silently in love.

The world is tentatively singing
a song of courage, mindset and
heart grooming, this will enable
the butterfly bears a direction for
his heart.

©VanWest 2019

THE BLEEDING PEN.

Judgement count when the moon shines with no apology, when the chicken nuggets the morning inspiration with a single sound.

My Pen glide across the empty lines, the heart flows out the feelings of ponderous turning the hope of men in asunder. The magic behind a broken pond with an empty frame is a clueless effort ascending.

My pen is bleeding the anguish of men, the sorrows of the gentle, the cry of the mean, the actions of the victim and the story of the faded attitude calling in the midst of the braves.

Yes it began with a chant of truth, morals and sincerity but time flies when only the good keeps pursuing and the bad keeps reign in a territory of vanquish.

ONCE UPON A TIME IN JENTA

Once upon a time when the good heart supersedes the mere thinkers, when the chicken has no option than to sing a good morning Coros.

Once upon a time when the just are filled with Merriment at their coast, when the OC's shop enjoys the reign of time positioning the hosts as marketeer.

Once upon a time when the black boys being described as the scamps, when niggas of old distance their trousers from their waist exposing their dirty boxers and they called it swag. 

Once upon a time when the road side tomatoes sellers better still the hair dressers move to advance the ministry of gossip.

Once upon a time when an ugly daughter birthed by a beautiful mother, inspiring strings of solos by an evil heart and the reign of expendables among the visionaries. 

Once upon a time when men are Fraternizing just to keep the Seventh day Holy. When St Luke's primary remain the resolute to the poor. 

Time flies as who gets what, when and how.