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at times we are failures of our own mismanagement
lack of constructive idea n misuse  of valuable resources
,money ,time,really recognized by most as the main course
of our living for the result is obvious and usually a fulfillijmg life
yes a goal indeed that must always keep all of us on toes
although self blame is haunting ,yack ...its mystical how the information
had to be outlaid on my lap and a sober brain that had being well prepared
for a healthy constructive ,lengthy and a life turning discussions
you spent a lot than you earn ,you are always bound by filthy claws of debts
and remaining so selfish to own self
eyes seeing 20cm long and 4mm wide and none above  but very busy with lifes situations
....self discipline...if you are so keen on personal effect why not respect money and time for once?
do constructive job and of course wait for the end results
why cant you be patient and save for a safe future???if not you #a generation is on the throne ...{bill gates can spent US$1a day but his son can spent a US$100 }a day }and truth be told one is a son of a farmer and the other is a son of a billionaire....so waky waky be opportunistic,optimistic aggressive go getter ,pace setter and live your dream ...no fantasies remain real forever  

 

the Hustler

                                                        tear drops,precious n
                                                         heavy than raindrops
                                                           they pop n crop
                                                               a dull heart
                                                  reflections of a imaginary direction
                                                      a product of daily action
                                               all brainwash a hardworking soul
                                                          only to recall
                                                         the toil and moils
                                                            in the sandy soils

                                       

                                                      all directions obscured
                                                          no job yet secured
                                               painful more,no victory assured
                                                  comparisons daily measured
                                                  for sure doubled is the pressure'
                                                like knob without any mercies flared

                                                

                                                             daily hustles
                                                            daily puzzles
                                                            hourly buzzes'

                                                             

                                                         of a needy pulses
                                                        a tickling  impression
                                                        a jingling expression
                                                    but ..wait no suppression
                                                           of a daily press on 
                                                            tears tears tears ...
                                                          of a needy hustler

invasive creature.

imagine of a mother
working hard for a son
hope grows and draws
us together ,neither
can i underestimate
the jumbles of  a father
who rather
sacrifices his life
a  refresh to rephrase
his bread winning capacities


cruel they write
impregnate life
they celebrate
the mystery of the castrate
in words that are rated
graded by the depth
of their content mastery
but it doesn't content
for volumes of paper work
can't justify the ambiguity
of lack of equality 
dead conscience ,,,
they contest,major prizes
they are awarded
yet they never win
the core price of humanity

                                             empty souls  n dolls
                                           they imaginatively glow
                                         but their frame never grows
                                          it darkens then flows
                                         seeping deep down to the
                                         carcass of our forefathers
                                        their juice is ever bitter
                                               not lighter
                                               not brighter
                                            but more litter...

dirtying the beauty of diversity
and corroding universality
leading to more fatalities
and unexpected eventualities
of widened rich-poor gap
fat tummy's vs mocking
walking carcasses