Daabris

Maybe that’s my niche

Never would have wanted to be named Derrick.But cut the name short to Deck and suddenly interests are arousedDeck railing, ofcos that’s sailing depictedBreeze on the neck, Forgetting to trekYet fearing a wreck…It only takes a speck of time.But here’s the real deal….A deck of cards is all that keeps us in check,You bet itContinue reading “Maybe that’s my niche”

Be a boss.

In taking a stride,To avoiding many tides,They’ll call it pride.But never hide….coz,They never want you untied,Or lack the tell of how you cried;Making your life’s description as…”he lied”For the mere ‘liked?’…. Yikes. Died….Thus is the expression of masters.Them that dealt with these faster,Of heights, they just but forster,Accomplishments to them are in a cluster,The onlyContinue reading “Be a boss.”

A runner?

Running has always worked out. Think about it, hiding is actually running, not so? But to what end? Case in point, Santa’s hoax:” I’ll bring you a gift*soon*, yet all men want, is his sledge; wouldn’t you rather wedge through life? Getting to the edge has a way of making you stop the dodge, asContinue reading “A runner?”

Challenge me ..

Coupled between the dark unknown alley and the scary memory lane is a light. At times dim, other times bright. Funny, everything that happens seems to have itself in writing, it makes you wonder, are you scripted? A smile loves a laughter, an outing demands friends and a younging; his running blood. Many talk ofContinue reading “Challenge me ..”

And so….The law engraved on every dawn,And like a pawn on a mown lawn;Wrought down by what not, Being grown requires no moan.It’s the saw or the paw, just not the pawpaw.In the midst of thorns and being torn,The town demands a crown; to dow. Talk of imaginery tows,(effort)Archaic bows,(warfare)Fatty cows.(nourishment) No matter how slow,Continue reading

The down-low

Deep into the abyss she stared,Wondering whether a tear drop would reach the bottom.“Pointless, already at rock-bottom,” she said.The darkness of the chasm, Piercing the very soul;The pull in the eyes, Shattering every hope.But tears alone don’t give the blur,So could a glow….Stargazing she crept,Heart racing it went,Blood pacing she felt,Downcasting…a melt,Ask the DJ… he’llContinue reading “The down-low”

Him, YAH.

Many would love to fly,Many end up getting high.I….seated with Him in the high places. Many more want to fly something,All they’ve got is the memory of a kite.I….under the shadow of His wings. Many are the pilots in series,But this….I call this, p~(h)igh~(f)loat.I don’t mean to aggravate language. Behold the beginning of levitation,Ascendance courtesyContinue reading “Him, YAH.”

Talk of giants

Many will say: the giant within is asleep,As if scaring us of how he may arise at any time.(But giants are not known for being quiet,Neither for their lurking in the shadows,I think, giants can’t just stay asleep, unless slain.)So, thus is the voice of a coward,Suppressed by one mightier or should I say, AnContinue reading “Talk of giants”

Have a taste

It’s like amusement arcades, My greatest escapade. Many evade or escape, You’d think they’re the Escalade. To me, in it I escalate, Wading in,to my fate, Coz therein I found the gate. Yeah …I know y’all and the ‘Tates’ But dude, you should have a taste And in haste, then you’ll find sate. ~ TheContinue reading “Have a taste”

My Rock

Used crack hoping that would make me not crack,Unlike the Hulk, as a hunk You still hacked in,A mere whack to unveil the wreck, the shack beneath the facade.Then You made me pack,Coz that’s what You do,Restore us to the right track.Trucks’ trunks might be used in banks,But true treasure is found in the Ark.AndContinue reading “My Rock”