THE SUGARS OF LIFE

Sex was a factor considered by the potter when moulding came to His mind. Male and female created He them. Whether male or female, single or married, or hermaphrodite, these codes are needed in defining a blissful life-THE SWEETEST THINGS IN LIFE-Here is my heirarchy

WORSHIP You may sing, dance, pray, live holy and serve God. What at all can be sweeter than doing what can grant you eternal life?

LAUGHTER Mine sounds funny but doing it makes me happy. I can laugh till tears drop and that takes away pain and stress. It heals and releases boredom, reduces ageing and makes you happy.

MUSIC The instrumentals, the tone of voice, the feelings in the heart and ears. It's too good a sound to fail to enjoy.

WATER Bath is refreshing but to quench your thirst is more than satisfaction. From the mouth through the oesophagus, if you don't value water ask the plant.-Try the desert.

WIND(Air) Sweat and see, sailors understand but who can choose not to breathe?

FOOD Eating, drinking, the belly needs food for the body to develop. We must grow-It's delicious

LOVE A broad-winged common word. No matter your definition, love conquers all- Try making love.

MONEY Money cannot buy joy but who does not enjoy money? Can money buy everything?-Rhetoric

LEISURE Do anything at your comfort; games, beech, tour, relax. I mean do it all as you wish.

SLEEP You can imagine life without sleep.

You may not agree with my hierarchy but try taking one out and life might be incomplete!!!

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CHOICE I didn't make

It is said With no meaning absurd The toad is the best To tell the real feel of water And not by a finger test. We hear the quotation, Your life is in your own hand My infidel interpretation Is, can life be fetched like sand? Some are born of spirits Others by woman Many as offsprings Only one by a virgin I fell in the peasant's farmhouse To a woman who never wore blouse Had friends whose hair birthed lice And siblings who survived on lies Those on the other side Thought a river was like poolside And had TV to view "by the fireside" To them, life began at twenty While mine was waiting till forty. Weeding, pruning and thinning out Consoling myself that time won't run out Producing the golden tree That the lucky kid calls chocolate. Since age three I knew I was getting late But whose choice is it Being unworthy or dear To be born with silver wear Or be birthed a misfit Had we, those in my shoe We the unlucky ones Without any choice, not once Come across...

DREAMSCAPE

An experience of a walking life; Or thoughts of the day in motion at night, Flowing peacefully in spirit like a kite. Awaiting an Estimated Time of Arrival, In your heart’s own built terminal. You woke up from the thunderous snore, Just to realize you were in a slumber. But you vividly remember; The realities you did encounter, And how beautiful it was that you saw. So you shared your story in the morning, While you were still yawning. Yes you shared; With people of like-mindedness. And boom! you are a hit; A one time wander, Now a lifetime wonder, With whom everyone wants to sit, But your dreams, don’t let them plunder. You are now a champion, So go ahead my companion. Go ahead with that plan; Store as many as you can, If it can’t be frozen, just get it canned.

CHRISTMAS EVE

As though eve sounds like a name, Let’s dive deeper into her aim. Because, once upon a time in Eden, This same name was a mention. Days, weeks and months may pass, And once a lad meets a lass, He calls her to be his. Especially if she’s still a miss. She may agree with a kiss, Or sometimes with a cunning hiss… Saying, “I’ll think about it” If you hear her say this, Then boy, she deems you fit. Here comes your Eve: Not that regular girl… Who takes no for an answer, Nor accepting anything meager. Eve sees you as her sponsor, Her onetime companion. She trust to rest on your shoulder, And you dare not avoid her opinion. So take note of her anniversaries, As she jealously fight your adversaries. She expects you to sacrifice your anger, Even if she’s wrong, give her a pamper. Spoiling her with gifts and roses, As if life is all but rosy.

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