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My world

  • O Ball, don't you deflate!

    My rum, my rules,
    My electricity, my joules
    It make me high,
    All I wanna do is fly,
    Of course I'm no butterfly,
    Just finding my life's why.
    In slowmo I can see it all,
    The players fighting; referee's call.
    The cheering crowds,
    And the separating clouds.
    Oh but wait I'm just a ball,
    For a mo' I though I had it all.
    As I approach the ground,
    Stadium errupts; God awful sound. 
    I barely just miss the net,
    That player kicks the air in regret.
    Game went from the red to the blue,
    Collective sigh as if on cue.
    What about me, dude?
    Sure ure being terribly rude.
    As if I have no emotions, my own,
    The Monk, with Ferrari disowned.
    No, no personification there,
    A football has no here or there.
    My time in air was just that,
    Before I eventually hit back, flat.
    Though they certainly hope I don't,
    Don't wanna spoil the game, so won't.
    But what of me, my high and lows,
    Unsurpassable time n rainbows?
    Guess they exist just for me,
    My eyes n my dictionary
    How self deceiving can I be?
    Just like a human, really?!
    Anyway, loved the feel of the wind,
    Until the humans keyed rescind.
    After all this is over,
    I'll be lying like a 3leaf clover.
    Unwanted and ignored,
    Deflated and fatally bored.
    Oh wait, it's my rum, n my rule,
    My story n I can still be cool.
    If not in 'play' then in 'stop',
    Ball would be in air until it drops.
    Story's not over just yet,
    Win or lose, still a valid bet.
    Outside of the rum cloud,
    Wisdom stays and says aloud.
    Float, fly, stay in the air,
    Even kicked, don't be worse for wear.
    When u hit ground, don't deflate,
    End a hero, choose that fate.

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  • Flight plan

    As I lay at night trying to sleep, it turns out
    there are other plans made by my mind.
    When silence makes the only sound,
    I reminisce cloudy milestones I left behind.

    That compound with its birds of a feather,
    whose flock I never managed to join.
    As I look back trying to visualize, whether,
    my fate was on the other side of the coin.

    That first male who professed his lurrve,
    whose naive promises my naïveté believed.
    The proverbial well into which I then dove,
    'n the un-drowning life lessons I received.

    That reflection in the well had me shocked,
    with face, appearance and body language.
    And the unusual confident streak mocked,
    lo, the fledgling was a bird out of its cage!

    That awful flight with the amazing 'boss',
    A combination that begged for a change,
    My struggle with accepting it just as it was,
    As I finally realized it outta my flight range.

    That vision of the perfect nest, its features
    would simply need be warmth and space.
    As I found it bordering jungle creatures,
    I decided to mingle with them unfazed.

    That  metamorphosis I could self-witness,
    being in the picture and strangely out of it.
    The bird had flown its nest, a wanderess,
    untamed and yet uncaught; proud of it.

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    But, 'uncaught' is a beautiful thing as it,
    spells magnetism they find hard to resist.
    Chase relentlessly with their might and wit,
    Tirelessly, yet blindly they just persist!

    I wonder how long shall I manage, staying
    untethered and free-spirited despite it all,
    I find myself as I often do - praying,
    flying high or low, just wish I'd never stall!

  • You got the pink slip

    You were a great employee,

    Your appraisals were always 'outstanding ',
    But when feedbacks began to take a dip,
    You got the pink slip.
    Your weren't just a good performer,
    You brought so much to the table,
    But when your 'figures' began to slip,
    You got the pink slip.
    You were the one they always wanted,
    Your skills amazed them no bound,
    But when your greatness sometimes took a skip,
    You got the pink slip.
    You used to be considered iconic ,
    Your personality traits/ quirks, their ideals.
    But when perfection faucet began to drip,
    You got the pink slip.
    You brought everybody together, and kept
    morales and achievements, always high.
    But when you became a deserted ship,
    You got the pink slip.
    You were also the party starter,
    Your EQ made for the best confidante.
    But when your inner strength began to chip,
    You got the pink slip.
    But everyone makes mistakes,
    And sometimes let go of who they cherish.
    Erroneous humans gave you the pink slip,
    Wiser humans would call it a blip.