Thursday, February 16, 2017
Lust the game of politics
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Where it ended...
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Celebrating "the Queen Of Africa
©GKatolo 2017.....@Thank you
Thursday, January 19, 2017
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
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Nakedness
the pain of some wordsbleeds 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
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
Monday, January 9, 2017
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
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
Saturday, January 7, 2017
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
Thursday, January 5, 2017
To The Cookie of my Love Empire
Thank you
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Christmas miracle
This time of year has to be the best
Since the wise men followed the stars
They unravelled all of the mistery
And nothing on this day could go wrong
Happiness had taken the throne
And all the sadness and misery to be thrown
Sweeps over all the land
Golden fairy dust covering all that stands
In a divine glory that no being can understand
Every mother reconnected with her daughter
Every evaded disaster
Even as all people cluster
Is a Christmas Miracle
Dating a Vixen
Darling.... Hey darling...
I roam the city via Uber
My phone accepts only post-pay airtime
and my breakfast.... Only Java knows
My Dressing, Delloite, Mr price or Walmart can
Pizza Inn, KFC or Chicken Inn are my lunch hubs
My Time keeper is only Rolex
My Ears comfy only via Beat by Dre.
My gadgets only Apple can make
Dubai, Seychelles or Maldives are my Holiday joints
I only shop in Malls
My budget always 6 digits.
My class no school can
And the Swag, you will have to try harder
Am not an oxen to go ploughing
Am not wash machine or maid to wash your clothes
Am not cattle to watch over me
I am not your Mama to baby you
Am not Dish washer to do your dishes
Am fire allergic don't expect me to cook for you
I am not mop to wash your house
Am not security guard to watch over your Family
You are not Cctv to monitor my lifestyle
Am not an hawker to March from town to town
Am not Dog to bear you Quadruplets
So make a Choice...
Match my Class or Quit
Provide for the above in excess or I Leave
Spoil my lifestyle or someone else does
Overflow my account or we done
Worship me or I wash You away
Do better than my dad or I question your manhood
Groove like a king before I broom you like a Chokoch..
Groom like a celeb or I Doom you like an idiot
Meet my demands and expect heavens on earth
Yours Loving Darling
Vixen Princess..
Monday, December 19, 2016
Christmas CountDown 6®
Angels , I hear them beckon
In resounding unison they reckon
It is that time of the year again
When it rains heavens
When no cloud dares drift the sunshine
And the breeze boasts of only riveting fragrance
The sweet soothing tunes make everything right
And no desolate thought could ever creep into the light
The stars twinkle ever so bright
Whispering into each other ears of the eternal secrets they have kept
Of this glorious night
And if tomorrow never comes
This day met all our dire dreams
With a conviction of a newness
That gives birth to such goodness
We are happy to be witnesses
Of such blessings
Kissing under the mistletoe
Goosebumps forming under our pores
The beauty of this day calms
All our doubts and fears
We stand out in the daylight in the sun's beaming rays
We make merry, happy to be here yet another Christmas.
My Love,
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