Stay good. The poem below is something that I wrote some time ago. It was suppose to be some rap song. Looking at it now, I think I was forcing. But, then I stopped forcing, cause, I was on the thin line between writing rhymes and ............... Nevertheless, I love what I wrote then. May be cause I am sinner now than I was then, My words in the time past acts as a compass. The paper is torn. The words are present. Nevertheless, It is a compass. In the midst of competition and life's judgement, may this words serve as my anchor(compass). Stay good.
Can't find a title. I guess no-body titles a track that hasn't been written. There again, every artist is guilty.

Uncompleted Song
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Chorus
She's Smiling
See-deucing
She's Flaunting
Her Small things

Waiting for me
to come running

Waiting for me
to come fooling

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The acclaim of human
is the belt on her waist
the creator of human
I beg for your gaze

her quantification of material
is the sway in her swagger
but my contribution material
took away my stammer

{ I have to turn the sheets of an A4 cause there is nothing on this pages other than numbers. What was I thinking? Wish I could go back through time. I wish I could re-calculate the calculation. Hell! I am wiser now. See ?? Okay I just realized that I turned the page before I started writing. The numbers are on the just re-veiled page. Hmn! So I type away}

prides on her pedestal
She smiles at me
her demons are terrestial
they hunger for me

her ignorant flamboyance
Sub-dues the weak
the destruction of arrogance
protects the meek

her theory of relativity
produces a negative product
am toward positivity
understanding is well sought

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{I have to another quadrant of the page. Can't remember if it was part of the above stanza}

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lies/hades/cries coated in sugar(milk)
rejected my ear-drums
spies after another
peeep at my ways sums

The more they look
the less they see
They drink from my brook
they still thirsty

her illusion of self
clouds her judgement
but,scrolls on my shelf
are of my amendment

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I guess, I never completed the song. Hmn! I will never complete it cause the song is complete. I think so.

You are in the spotlight now. The song may make meaning to you more than me.

Do not compromise your duty. May the universe help u.

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I wrote the above some months ago. It is the last rhyme that I wrote on paper.

All I can say is do not loose the streets, and do not loose the intellectuals.

Your competition has uped the Ante! Though I doubt u care about the acclaim of humans. Never-the-less, the product is perceived relative to the competition. And u duty is too make sure that ur duty is done. U know u duty. There are sound waves with katas against u. U must pierce their strategy. I can not and will not help u. My duty is different.

Roll and coast
make the doe butdnt u boast

Hmn!

I hope I make meaning.
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I look forward to ......................................
May God grant me enjoyment.

Don't hesitate to connect though. Do not.