Centerpiece

Have you ever stopped to give the sun thought?

A burning ball of unimaginable degrees

Even Indians couldn't stand the taste of it

Cause compared to their spices, this is a better type of hot

It is the world's greatest pendulum; 24hours per swing

But tell me what's good enough to set in motion if not the master's decrees?

See that right there is why I didn't ace my geography

But here's a fact for you to chew on

The sun is the centerpiece

You don't believe me try asking the planets of the universe

The answer to that will have you envying like

'How does it feel to have the world revolve around you?'

Well, here's why you wouldn't know

The centerpiece has not a thing for self centered-ness

I need not explain myself because you daily see His glow

Even the blind feel His rays glide against their skin surfaces

Now don't choke as you feed on another full spoon fact

Just swallow and consider the fact that all the praises are the Son's

More so cause there is no other address to which you can deliver

So go ahead and give those credits cause they're always due

He's quite jealous so think twice before you direct those to the moon

There can only be one centerpiece

Dare to sidestep that, you might as well dance to the rhythms of the blazing furnaces

And to those that doubt His existence, the very sight of this moon is proof there's a ball that glows with greatness

>>Kable<<

The Outpours of an All Time Legend

Its the existence of the elements that guide my hands to write this piece

The air in my brain renders my mind weightless to reach any pinnacle set high

Dry earth anchors me to the ground and holds me steady as I spit this flame 🔥

Created by the fire that burns my soul and taunts my mind to brainstorm; making tsunamis look like child play

What defines a man? Is it power or control or the data stalled behind his skull?

Knowledge, I believe they say, is the key to the future but I have lost all hope

As all my locks have been replaced by ticking time bombs on clocks that are set to half an hour past my lifespan

So I start to wonder what little things led to my eminent travels from the living plain into the grass plains of infinite vain and non-existence

From the drop of wine from my brow that the waiter cleaned up as I walked out the door to the small change I leave to the cassava seller because it is negligible to the amount I have

If curiosity really killed the cat then curiosity is worth more than nine lives 

So if I am a member of the feline specie then I have nine ways to be curious Lord forbid I try the tenth one lest I die

And when the weather strikes showers and you stand in a lonely shelter across the road to a house is when you miss home and start to think crazy things like

'The earth is a magnet so selfish it pulls us back in a disguise called gravity'

This poem has no rhymes at all but before you criticize and edit the text I have impregnated this piece with

Try to fathom the reason behind all these jumbled flip floppy words and a smile will sketch your lips like the crimson canvas were Da Vinci did his Monalisa

Our minds are so complicated we don't even realize that inside our own heads, we are insane

We only make sense when we speak...word play

I end the first part off 1000.1000 and that makes this piece the detonation of a crack in a castle of glass that we have to descend

>>A.T.L<<

D'sac101 Segment: The Vertebrate Man

Women, ladies... Complicated species. Men often overlook the fact that women are to some extent vulnerable beings who need a man that's in charge. The often given answers by ladies such as "I don't know, what do you think?" don't necessarily mean they literally don't know. They usually have an answer already but what they mean to communicate is step up, make the decision and be the man. Ladies don't want a man that has no agenda; one that will dilly dally during every decision making process.

Most men nowadays miss it by trying to be a "gentleman" hence losing their "backbone". As much as you need to be a gentleman, that lady wants a man in charge; son of a gun; a man with a plan; the real deal kind of guy. Not some boneless man who will flex for whatever she's good with and forget his morals and principles just to fit into her life! They want a man that will sometimes stand out and say, "No honey, am not good with that. I don't like it". These are words that are scarce in the mouths of many young men these days. We often lose that good looking pretty fine shaped woman to some "rude boy" kind of man. And often wonder how he stole her heart???

Being a gentleman doesn't mean you always have to let the lady take first step in the decision making process or being a "yes ma'am" kind of man. Being a gentleman may partly mean being mature enough to see things beyond, knowing when its your shot and when its the lady's. Being a gentleman will sometimes make you look like a slave, its normal. I mean you'll have to open that door for her, pull out that seat for her, open and pour out her drink, get her some chocolate, a rose or something frequently...

Its not wrong to ask for her opinion and agree on certain things but always have an opinion! Don't be a dictator either... That'll scare the little bird away. Most men fail to balance up these two features, its either they'll be to strong on the ladies or be a puppet while the lady pulls the strings.

>>Vic 101<<