My father lit the candle for the road
Reload your fear, we shall find day and night
So victors are vanquished or either slowed.
Fight to hold, loose to unfold your insight,
let your bones mingle with blood and break free
the deep debts buried to hold you respite.
My viens flooded rivers, some could still see (sea)
they had a sight while watching from the shore.
I tore its curtains, a code for a fee.
My son, you too must stand in this folklore
Or not, cheers or tears just follow your heart
When some people sleep, they sometimes don’t snore
Its like what chooses to enter the cart.
when the coin is tossed, fate chooses your part. – Rudolph
Let’s get you a deeper definition.
Exploits explicit and explicator.
Terribly based in coordination.
One bullet down, middle fingers debtor.
Facades faced flirtatious fictitiousnesss.
In lose losses losts an innovator.
Still logically thinking what’s this mess.
Graceful gleam glittering away in glee.
Either it’s a win win or losing less.
Before walking past this truth let us flee.
Leaching leaden leaking win in a song.
Ocean View minds loss ‘fore winning is pre…
I Lost a lot of things I’d win for long.
‘fore I won myself, it’s a win so strong. Hypermind
A race beckoned to him, he ran to it
The zigzag path ignites lust for triumph
He prepared his body to delight, hit!
Day and night he romanced with shaky humph
Till the drug promised victory and valour
It inspired him, the drug became triumph
Together they ruined bravery, candour
They beheld the gold medal as sure wage
With victory came a slow rancour
False victory was roaring in a cage
Deep seated at the back of his laurels
The crowd cheered for him,it built a rage
Where victory and defeat chose quarrels
Where victory was defeat with laurels.-Omolola
On first flight the light goes dark;hearts racing.
Fur absorbing sweat,strands shooting like darts.
Above the tree the fleeing birds sing-starts
Twi-twoo, whistling to the growing scene
That nature shows as seasons fall in parts
The thirsty claw corners this fur’s lean skin
Leaves weight on prey; the scream, heaven must feel
Dying to sleep for this ill-fated win.
To the second part of the scripting meal
The rodent blows a kiss and sighs offstage
Slamming the broken beak screaming to heal.
Amidst the pain that anger fed to rage
The wing found freedom lying in a cage.-Leon
My heart has dealt all the cards with aces
I hear the clock tick as time trickles by
Raise the stakes high and move back some paces
In trying to win i wring myself dry
My eyes wide open loosing sleep to dream
With every loss, my mouths lets out a sigh
Turn down the radio blocking each scream
I won the show and my eyes bagged the claim
From dreaming i faced the ceiling to scheme
To make my shame shrivel, shying to fame
Don’t roll out the dice with too many eyes
Play to gain or loose, love don’t toss with blame
forget wins or losses, some come with ties
Count your blessings and you won’t need a prize. – Vera
Breathe, no need to panic, its just a game
From the endless bowl of life take a gulp
Win or loss, both are within life’s main frame
I’ve broke the hard nut and savoured the pulp;
Other times, tasted its shell’s bitterness
Not everything that glitters is a colp
Leave home before the sun in readiness
Is the outcome for destiny to choose?
Bag the side of the coin dealt with gladness
To stay sane, I take breaks for a quick snooze
Its not a case of live or die today
But either ways intoxicates like booze
Wear your game face, its not always fare play
Wins and losses always easily stray. Tee2emm