RELEASE OR QUARANTINE?

Demography,
Geography,
Gender.
Age.

Curb,
Obtain,
Courtship.
Parenthood.

The shape of life is staired,
Either irregularly paired,
or regularly squared.
We find shame in familiar places,
Stamp fame over unventured traces.

Bond to fulfill culture.
Pendulum swings affirming the law of nature.
Sowing coincides with reap.

As man toils to control sanity,mortality leaps.
For restricting malevolent norms unleashes explosive neferity.
Asleep or awake this is the in-between reality,
Of capturing the needless,freeing the worthful.

Farm dilemma of the cow or bull?

By M.O.O aka C.E the free prison-worden

JOURNEY TO THE UNKNWON

I HAD PACKED NOTHING

Just my mind, full of thoughts.

Two of my friends with I

Waiting for the van to arrive.

Before boarding I met my fellow

Poetess…embraced her as she made

Herself cozy. Wished me a safe journey,

TO A PLACE UNKNOWN.

The three on the somewhat,

Outdated yet powerful engine,

The voyage began.

Other passengers were neither

Smiling nor crying.

I couldn’t tell their mood.

Check point, holy building

I think to seek, mercies.

COULDN’T WE ALL JUST PRAY

My tumultuous mind was spinning

With and in questions.

To and on the list of our stops.

Looked at my watch,

Located the sun,

Gazed at the clouds,

Searched for a sign

At and in the end of the horizon.

I JUST SAW A CLOSE RELATIVE

Speed pace past our vehicle.

As if we were paused in time.

She glanced and whispered,

Something unmake able, amidst

The roaring engine, I heard it.

‘She doesn’t want those two men,

To know she’s building a house’

I as baffled as you are.

I WANTED TO ALIGHT, RUN TO HER

Just to seek clarification

I couldn’t get off,

I felt uneasy, confused

The more. I had to do something.

I DID THIS

Snapped out of my morning, reverie.

Sat up, took my yellow black inked tool.

Told or telling you about it.

Thanks for your time.

P.S: poetry is a story, travelled by the lonely

 Accompanied by, creative sincerity.

In a form of greater mentality.

By M.O.O