Savvy Brouhaha

Did I tell you she's such a savvy baby so sweet
such tact infact that the world's at her feet
only diamond around every birthday anniversary
high choice sweet wine dine at 5 star rotisserie
loves to travel day and night sight seeing crazy
all day at the beach reach for a scarf breezy
savvy baby.. she's such a savvy baby
goes to the park walk for a mile or 2 daily
work out until sweaty beauty parlour lady
doesn't get tired fired up to go to a party
always ready to hang out shout for a cabby
savvy baby, she's 1 savvy baby..

Did I tell you she's such a savvy baby so sweet
such tact infact that the world's at her feet
visit movie halls malls for shopping on weekends
cool silk dress impress fabric for looking high end
craving almond toffee coffee day cappachino
never says no to ice cream dream of tropicano
savvy baby.. she's such a savvy baby
likes to try food joints points out new restaurant
cook the speciality variety of spicy blackcurrant
can't put down a book look that's to wind down
calls to bed with a wink blink she's dozing all done
savvy baby, she's 1 savvy baby..

Did I tell you she's such a savvy baby so sweet
such tact infact that the world's at her feet
save me baby.. please, save me 2 baby..

Dream Machine

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
it is a real beaut, look at all the shinin’
when I get it out, it gets you ooglin’
you push the button get it a crankin’
can't stop hearin', the roar of the engin'
you feel the power gets you screamin’

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
it is a real brute, look at all the fumin’
the road lies bare, curves are beconin’
get it on the highway keep on cruisin’
you raise the tempo, get your heart racin’
throttle it up feel vibes of the thumpin’

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
she is a real beaut, look at all the shinin’
she is a real brute, look at all the fumin’
I have a ride that is a dream machine…

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
it is a real blast, look at all the flashin’
things are just a blur, saw it in passin’
ride it up and down anyway fulfillin’
don’t want it to stop, oh what a feelin’
makes you beg for more again an again’

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
it is a real beast, look at all the growlin’
what can a man do, give in to the callin’
don’t hold him hostage ‘cause it's addictin’
gonna loose your mind, push it to the fringe
can’t reign all desires gotta do some livin’

I have a ride that is a dream machine,
she is a real blast, look at all the flashin’
she is a real beast, look at all the growlin’
I have a ride that is a dream machine…

Fantabulastic

It was dejavu at play.. prancing on reality. He was casually flying, no floating in air around a meadow, without a care. It was simple, he just had to flap his hands, no, not it that hurried little birdy way. It was as if he was doing a lazy back stroke while swimming, but pushing down on the air. He could actually feel the thick air in his hands with every gentle push as he lofted higher & higher. He felt light floating on his back facing the sky.

The wind carried him over trees and lakes and it felt as though he had total control. He was not sure exactly how it happened, but all of a sudden, there was some mean looking animal down below with very sharp teeth that was jumping up trying to get a bite out of him. He maneuvered ever so lightly to miss the fangs by an inch and it did not bother him one bit. He had total control. If it seemed that the animal got a little bit closer, he just falpped in a slightly hurried way and away he floated higher, to a safe distance above the ground.

Sometimes, there were people too, trying to chase him down and get him. No problem! He had done it a million times, no sweat, floating around as usual. It only bothered him that ne never really figured out how he got up there. He did not remember how he launched himself nor ever landing back. Was it going to be a soft landing? He never knew. But he always woke up feeling fantabulastic!!

Oxymoronical

Oh what a show..smiling at all like a fool
hiding behind a mask and looking like an owl
thinking nobody will notice, acting full of spice
making it look so nice, faking it with disguise

beneath the glow..stirring up a dreary scream
taking a deep breath and swimming up the stream
pulling down the shutter, shaking off the jitter
cry displayed as laughter, holding it all together

taking on the blow..spruning up a brave fight
working out the flab and plexing up one's might
standing up like a man, sticking to a shrewd plan
proving the point shown, doing the job all alone

going with the flow... floating across down the sky
catching the swift wind and swooping down to fly
focusing always at the goal, easing into a role
caring not what the toll, smiling slyly on a roll

Decongnizance

It was dejavu at play.. the scenery squarely opposed the diabolic intrinsic state. The smooth contours mendaciously blended the elements and colors flowed within and without. The plethora of nature seemed to be overflowing, ever giving, accepting and inanely mocking his audacious outlook. The stoicism of the path was taunting the man and machine not to demur. Putting down one small obstacle could capsize the titanically self absorbed journey. It made for an interesting paradox of sorts.

The ride was more like skating on embers... spitting sparks of glittering gold. His demeanor was quite often observed to be one of severe self fulfillment, almost to a fault. The civilized mechanization jolted his thoughts more than the combustion propelled him. The ardent strike of apportioned halcyon was betrayed by the unrelenting impact of the would be. Torque unsympathetically reverberated through the beaten down path of inquisition and diaspora. The fleeting thoughts culminated the past, present and future as if time was inert. In reality, time was inconsequential to the benefaction of the mind that ricochets events in a controlled but hyper-random fashion.

Armageddon

The temper rose as the lava flowed deep red
The air tranquil to make the scene quite staid
The panic rising dynamic as the ocean distressed
While the storm brewed waves of thunder unabated!

The fire spread from twig to twig unassisted
The heat of the root strode up and exploded
The petal withering as the livid shoot collapsed
While the tempest loomed deep in every creeper wild!

The skin flaked as the severe drought dehydrated
The blood boiled and unopposed the vessels bulged
The vision blurring as the throat dried desiccated
While the body shook vigorously and nerves twitched!

The day convulsed into night as the light vanished
The space narrowed and the tunnel walls caved
The time stagnating as the world order was doomed
While the torment finally ceased and the queue moved!

Thus Adduced

The point of no return one said, not so the other bled.
Let us deliberate, there is no reason to adjudicate!
Why is there no harmony? lets' stop this cacophony.
Not once, not twice, we've heard this a million times!

The best way's always mine, not if deemed out of line.

Let us be liberal, we don't have to be fanatical!

Why can't we get along? to one world we belong.

Not me, not you, should be everyone's point of view!

The color of skin may decide, not if you look inside.

Let us welcome every fellow, stop being so shallow!

Why is there no unity? cherish the diversity.

Not black, not white, forget bias and don't loose sight!

The book shows life to lead, not if abused for greed.

Let us think logically, do not follow others blindly!

Why is there no univision? march along same mission.

Not red, not rites, after all everyone's fate is demise!

Dr. Juxtapose

Those beings, two earthlings, act as same things
Reflect each other as mirror with no fear
They gel like music with lyric quite angelic
Live in ya's the both of e's indy or state side
Those beings, two earthlings, act as same things

Those doras, two flowers, sing in a chorus
Wear each others clothes with no loath
They dress alike and think twin like on same pike
Live like princesses the both 'o little missies
Those doras, two flowers, sing in a chorus

Those pr'nkstas, two cr'nkstas, un-unlike g'ngstas
Yank each others hair with no bear care
They fight for same footwear and pink nail color
Live 'n silk jammies to mess 'em up floor grannies
Those pr'nkstas, two cr'nkstas, un-unlike g'ngstas

Those cuties, two beauties, shine like rubies
Share each others toys with no annoy
They poke at the bro and laugh at his joke
Live 'n amity the both 'o 'em sisterie
Those cuties, two beauties, shine like rubies

Serendipity

Oh what a break, I am on a roll, dodging all odds.
Whoever let me back into this world? it is a new dawn!
Not a thing I care about, flying, defying the gods.
How did I survive so long? should have been long gone!

I do as I please, say what I think, always opulent.
Might it be a wiser choice? if I stick to brevity!
I ride my luck, don't look back, a tinge arrogant.
Doesn't it seem obvious? never indulge in self pity!

I am chugging along, indulging, maybe astray.
Can't I be the judge? for once I can turn the tide!

Retrospection, self appraisal, the right pathway.
When will the time come? to continue in stride!

Every night I feel, tomorrow a new me will emerge.
Why can't I reach salvation? at last reach the shore!

I think I am on to something, discovery on the verge.
What will there be not to love? a journey to adore!

Quintessential

They say that there is more than one can see.
Finer than grain, larger than the ocean, omnipresent!
Why go beyond the obvious for a pint of glee?
All it is, is to hide your fear, worries so non succulent!

They say that to succeed you have to be a master.
Richer than all, taller and smarter, the most clever!
Why have more than we need only at the end to falter?
All it is, is to gloat, feed the pride and show of power!

They say that the moon is quite a controller of one's life.
Turn after turn, day after day, every fortnight!
Why do we pay attention to a ball of dust on rife?
All it is, is a reflector of mind, your spirit and sun light!

They say that to be happy you must be a child.
Peaceful than a dove, mind as clean as cloud, so pure!
Why teach them to emulate and fold them into our guild?
All it is, is a lure, hide your blues and endure!

The Paradigm

The tremendous pressure of self realization, unto itself, is quite an extraordinary journey. The roller coaster when shrunk has the enigma of a black hole. The hyper-sensitivity of the mind that encompasses the periphery of the atmosphere deeply embeds the agony, relatively mutated.

In the arbitrage of chaotic vulnerability lies the one untold truth of "nothingness". Deflating the undue science of masterful negotiation, scripted for the posit viral denomination. The script defuncts the obliteration of indiscriminate nuances. All in all, the crawl dwindles into a passionate resolve to uncultivate the nonessential aura of the paradigm - Self!

A Bullet Scar

It was deja vu at play, prancing on reality. When the sun came down, it seemed as though there was a familiar tint that always caught him off-guard! It was not to be. The road was far beyond the vision of night. The ride not as near as one would hope. There was yet a glimmering streak that fizzled in the corner of one eye. The smoke lay bare on the ground while the mist rode over. He straddled over to the odour of orbit trying to grasp at the last ozone dew. It was too drab to realize that the only thing worth its shine was a blade of chroma. Unto the dearth of space he breezed but lingered close to dear earth.

In the midst of thoughts that spun straight through the heart, there was always the tear of laughter and wild anticipation. This in itself lent more than the bargain. Blazing with ice, tepid in the floating torpedo of self righteousness, it marked the bravely sewn display. The deepest and roughest scar from a bullet, not withstanding!