Hope the Anchor.

worry not
for soon; mourning will night
and morning will shine bright
with hope, victory and glory
stick deeper,to the roots of faith
and to the pureness of Gods love

Hard,  will never overstay
for even seasons
see-saw for a reason

while pains may shake
soon you will shake
the Wake of achievement
and dozens of blessing will overflow


it may drearily sunny today
living in the nightmares of yesternight
with torments of yester-failure
more fracture and blurriness of future

oh dear, a star is a jar
and Our Lord knows best
the plans of man

Do as HE wills
and win the blessings of a rainy day
and with compassion of the whirling turbulence
BEWARE,
As the berries of today get bitter,
The Scorch of the sun makes others better
Stick NOW, sweeter is in processing
and progress in excess
So, dump today's recession
claw and clamp  tomorrow succession
don't be caught up in the regrets
while all the secret
are indeed, in the creed.
Agreed!!
Grow hard Darling.

in the dessert of possibility
an oasis of conqueror exists

be secure like the ships
that plunges in the deepseas
Anchor your soul deeper into hope.

©GKatolo 2017 .....@Thank you

Nakedness

the pain of some words
bleeds deeper than civil war
the bitterness of some reality
chokes the hope of livelihood
with the zeal of survival
and the crave of revenge
denting  deeper the grave of existence

poorness a true state of mind
of means and processing capacity
and the status of humanity
demanding embrace of every faction
the fraction of hatred
that grows with the loose of a tongue
breeds enemity out of insanity
tame that lame
for no fame is to blame


rejection is an evil spell
catalyzing life in duoway
and with the purity of my heart
my soul breeds white
bleeds light and fights in bright
For the naked moon  at night
is the hope of purity n clarity
but too the scorch of the sun
is the light of the world
As well the wither in the dry season

GKatolo 2017.....@Thank you

Sea Trapped in a Drop

i shed a tear
not because i am a lesser man
lessen the burden
is the vision of my situation
Not that i pity
but by witty
i shitty the dirty
in my skull
log at all orge alter
and in the altar
i kneel down to say a prayer
life in this layer
is crazy



©GKatolo 2017 .....@Thank you

Why! Oh Why!

Why!  Oh Why!
i repeat,reveals  but Why!
I repent but still why!

My heart is heavy
my body sore
with  Bitter words and scuds
The swords of careless yapping
combined with the lightweight of Evaluation
All a product of underestimation
Advanced by insensitivity

All pressured toward my innocence
Fairness is never a fair-play
Am wiser but still cant understand why!


 ©GKatolo 2017 .....@Thank you

Tragic of the Dream

The doers summon the Dreamers

at the depth  of riches,
is the scars of persistence,
at the ululation of success,
is the hallucination of  sleeplessness,
At the praise of achievements,
is the soreness of hardships,
at the jiggle-bells of victory,
 is the bitterness of life,
and with the smoothness of attainments, ,
is the perseverance of life torments,
at the highways of yes i Can,
is the endurance of frights of impossibility,
and at the sweetness of thumbs up,
is the blisters of in-certainty,

in conclusion
Behind every success is a Grisly price-tag
Nothing is simple, in as much as all may seem glitters 
Every  dream is useless if you don't wake up


©GKatolo 2017 .....@Thank you

Tales of Last night

As the Day broke it's virginity
Musica Dating the air waves
And Cheers filling the space
It was so gyrating...to see all these unwind

business defining boundaries

that no brotherhood in it

more liquor ruling over 

all bonds floated at stake

because Mr Liquor took charge 

And in no seconds

she started abusing 

the friendship we have for years

throwing tantrums uncontrollably

hating and accusing me for being fly

that all princess need me

an allegation i refute forever

For only her makes my oasis fresh

but am sorry,

u deserved not the blows

your sorry all flimsy

Your master beer all controlling

the space of your thinking and loading

updating the crap of your life

and more accusing ,me for everything

kindly, go slow on liquor

Go slow on accusation

relax dear, you and only you

can make my armory lively 

To The Cookie of my Love Empire

To The Cookie of my Love Empire

To the woman i made cry…

Am sorry, is not good enough,

Am disturbed, doesn’t come closer,

To narrating the turmoil I caused,

A daughter of a Woman,

A princess of a darling father,

But too am so damn shocked,

That all these happened without my knowledge,

The nights of severe worries,

With dull morning of entire mourning,

You tears can cause flooding,

With the acidity in them causing instant corrosion,

To the woman i made cry…

But why?

Why didn’t you talk to me?

Why didn’t you shout in front of my face?

Why didn’t you speak up your mind?

Why didn’t you poke me straight away?

Why did you keep all these to yourself?

Tell me …why?

To the woman i made cry…

It was so late that I was hinted,

That my crush has been hidden,

The love position of my life,

Suppressing her feeling always,

With fury skyrocketing every-time she saw us,

My best friend,

A lady you have always doubted,

Guessing that she own the best pie of your dream,

Consuming the forbidden fruit of your adoration,

Hating her so much, yes she is innocent,

You have caused yourself a lot of pain in search of love,

Stupid undeterred craving of my hugs,

To extends of beating up my girlfriends,

For you never imagined,

A day without me,

More your mind was boiling,

How best you can own me,

I was told!!!

I now know,

That attitude you have lately,

Was flimsy scorn,

Wondering how naïve I have always being,

Not pursuing your golden Jackpot,

Free wonderful goodies,

That you have denied any man living or dead,

All because of me,

But am not guilty for anything,

More I am so disturbed why?

And Why… gives me more Aches,

But am so sorry for the sleepless nights,

The daily yearning you amassed,

All because you cared for me,

All because Only me you Wanted,

Come baby come,

Darling you feelings are not wrong,

Your instincts may be wrong but not your heart,

Stop being insecure,

Am still single and unmarked

The cure of your Love diseases

The Lyon of our Empire,

Cookie my Love

Come baby come

Your dreams are still valid.

Baby girl wipe your tears,

Cleanse your soul.

To the woman i made cry…

                                                          ©GKatolo 2017
                                                            Thank you