PARROT

Written by Chaka PX The pain of muteness Controversial mutiny words play for public, Detention of vocals, I must have spoken a bunch, Don't call in late, words fight words again. The story of the jungle town crier, I tell it all, come close to reveal the truth, I spoke it all Dare me in... Continue Reading →

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LOST IN TIME.

Written by Chaka PX Carried ill hands in mouth, Way back in covered idea, Past forgone running with skilled face, Don't trace whats gone in light. I was once lost, the second time, Grow out In faded light, I assume. I am lost in time, the hour hand have it more in path. Take it... Continue Reading →

I TOUCHED HER

Written by Chaka PX Oh! yes i touched her my hands pleasure to te right side           of mental climax, She resisted at first          but i did touched her. The connection with stroke of movement we bonded and i touched her.          Indeed i touched her not the physical but mentally     to the... Continue Reading →

THE TOUT DELIGHT

Written by Chaka PX My Street and I                  We bonded in knowledge of good and evil, Dressing in formality of our speeches.        I crave a happy ending with default foundations, All there is my joy in sorrow of hard work.             We reap where it was never sown, I create nuisance even when... Continue Reading →

BEGGARS ALMS

Written By Chaka PX Child of Fire, Destitute choice at the corner, for crumps to fall, Who to judge, my arm at length. Mercy i pray thee Day by day my heart is circumcised with vulnerability, who to help? Please sir, please Ma, help the needy I wish it will fall                   Who owns it... Continue Reading →

WORDS

Written by Chaka Px Where ever you are, I mean you Yes You I LOVE YOU It was meant for only you. Can you believe it, it finally came out. It was for those struggling to say the word. Yes you, just say it, whats the worst. I LOVE YOU. #topomzblog

PITCH DIRT

Written by Chaka PX Enclosed with forgone memory, trampled with shame and past glory. It was the talk of history once, merry to its lovers, Now the dirt has grown a town of disgrace for view. Miles and miles away, its glory was told, the speed, its accuracy was designed with glamour, Pitch dirt, pitch... Continue Reading →

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