WIBE'S POET

Guru  How can I develop a strongest awareness of the  unconscious without being overwhelmed by its power? How can I develop a strongest senses of compassion  without falling into trap of sentimentality?  How can I blow a strongest love of this world  without employing into the lowering feathers of the flying birds?  I am the Sun  The rays are my money  A day is my functions  Night is my reflections.  I am not my body  Never my mind.  The end of the broom  Change to rainstorms  For the covers to soak  The land in Nigeria scenes.  The band's of the broom  Are the cloudy sky in holy angels  To unholy gays in the land of blessing.  Tornados uncover the roofs of  Survival of the pretenders in  A form of recamping the hollowland  To the holyland.   @guru deela06082018

SPELL OUT I do never know  A letter it come by accident.  I do never quest  An existing it come by luck.  I do never think  Of being a man but nature hint.  I do ever witness  The hereafter it will be soon.  I do never think  Of a friend at my birth room.  I do never read  The world before jumb in.  I do never fear  The hatred in love before in.  I do never intoxicate  Before interest in wine.  I do never see  You before we meet here.  It is never an accident  An incident presides the jams.  I do never have  The enviers only the enviro dictions.  I do never care  The beauty of a creation but actions.  I do never love  It is all a mission of selfishness.  I do never smell it  It is just an atomic perf to life.  I do never give it out  To those antagonists in the world.  I do never blend and pound  My yams for culture less kings.  ...