FIRE OF MOODS

  the mind is a battlefield, the very home of war. a man is asleep. he battles with his dreams, and multiple voices he knows and knows not. he is torn, and willing to free himself from slavery. only to awake and show all how to be a complete slave. I am beginning to enter this poem, and letters are at war, fighting for supremacy and favor from my pen. colors are screaming... red... blue... white... black. a grin yell oh, and confusion was born in the brain and fed to the heart. another man is a mixed feeling, he is a member of opposite worlds. his pastor told him to live by the holy book, and his riches would find him. but his friends teaches him to get rich or die trying, for riches respects no rules. so choice waits on him, and the outcome of his battles. there are thoughts and there are choices, but we Aren't slaves of our thoughts,  but we are to what we choose. no one understands this better than Lucifer. your mind is a battlefield, the very home of war. choose your battles wi

  in your eyes are the waves of a sunless sea, that my imagination runs out of pictures to process. your voice is a sacred sermon to my ears, it is engraved on the stones of my heart. your breasts are in my dreams every night, it is a spell I have learnt to enjoy. the floor of your belly is as smooth as pebbles, I would rather lay on them than on glowing gold. your lips are where I hope to spend eternity, they are the reason I breathe. disbelief me not when I say I know magic, f for she has charmed me and ran my brooks, magic to me has a name, and I know her to be Love! 💕 #El_Magnifico™ [[Published on Cultural Reverence Magazine ]]

  I found for me a friend, And hoped I found me joy, But what he did intend, Was hidden in his coy. I felt his love and care, And those pretended trust, I thought this gem was rare, I never knew it cursed. A tool who came to spy, To bring unto me woe, A setup and a wile, Who stung more than a foe. He stripped me to my pants, And clipped my only wings, He left my soul with chants, Of sorrow on sad strings. This friend is a hot coal, I wished he was unborn, He was the very mole, Who made my love forlorn. He stole my pretty wife, And set her for his friend, He stole my lovely life, And brought it to an end. #El_Magnifico™ [[Culled from "BPPC's Chapbook: FRIENDSHIP"]]

  Alphonso Davies When you talk of the best future potentials in European Football, it is almost impossible for anyone not to mention these four names: Haaland, Foden, Davies, and Sancho. All four are sensational potentials who has taken the footballing world by storm with their wonderful performances and exceptional achievements. But placing these four side by side, it is certainly not too difficult to know who the better talent is. Erling Haaland stands out in terms of goal scoring proficiency. Sancho stands out in terms of creative abilities. Phil Foden is a player that can rise up to be a savior for his team when the need arises. But Alphonso Davies is the all-round player who most definitely has the better talent of all four. I'd be comparing all four in salient points below; Erling Haaland 1. Goals Haul Looking at all 4 players, it is worthy to note that Alphonso Davies is a left back, unlike the other players who are in the attacking frame of footballing setup. Automatically

  I wronged you,           I knew I did, I ignored you,           I broke our creed. I grew weak,           And took a break, I sought peak,           And troubled the lake. You reached out,           But I ignored, You did shout,           While yet I snored. You did pray,           While I was drunk, I was prey,           Unto books and funks. You did stay,           For so very long, I cannot allay,           This burden of wrong. Now I see,           That which you saw, I was he,           So blind to his flaw. I so hope,           That it's not too late, How do I cope,           If this is fate. I have learnt,           A very big lesson, I'm like a cent,           Totally gone missing. Do forgive me,           And have me back, Do relieve me,           From this haunty dark. I wronged you,           I knew I did, I ignored you,           I broke our creed. #El_Magnifico™

  He had no sooner entered the arena, when he caught sight of Smart smiling at him from the VIP section above the roaring crowd. Everything had been perfect since he woke up that morning. But not anymore, as everything seem to feel wrong. The quirky smile that gave away at the edge of Smart's lips was something he had seen before, and it definitely wasn't something good. The last time Cosmos saw that smile, he lost his best friend to the cold hands of death, and he can sense that ambience hovering over him again. As he walked towards the ring, his heart sank with fear and anxiety. He made his way up the short stairs and got into the ring from between the ropes. His intro music  Thunder,  by  imagine dragons  was cut short by the sinister tone of the  Zombie dance thriller  by  Michael Jackson,  and the crowd erupted with cheers and excitement. The lights went out, and a moving spotlight travelled west from the north wing of the arena, where it stopped to illuminate a hooded box

  Terror has taken a hold of me, To remind me of my fear for death, To keep at bay and stay at home, And I must fight for me alone. To live this time is nought but vain, When one lies sick the rest are pain, For none who cares could help to save, For save himself is no more brave. The earth doth quake at survival's call, Life becomes like a funeral pall, The scars of death emerge in life, So stand aloof and face your strife. Shall I live like madness in the brain, And grow weak from the scars that remain, Or shall I rise up and leave behind, The poison that lives within my mind. #El_Magnifico™