Psalms of my palm

Psalms of my palm
Wisdom of worship
If I had it my way
I wouldn’t conceal truth
Truth be told
The trouble is…
Feelings flies and flirts
Amid a body of impregnate petals
Raining with virginal sperms
Ordeal of sexescapade
For a trip aborted
Aboard a train of excuses
Fruits of my farmstead
A tasteless toothache
In good we trust
For heaven and hell
Belongs to all
Black and white in colour
Men and women’s life gouge
By impracticality
Before then impoverished souls
Beating with heartlessness lust
Against angels headache
A headless hearsay of trepidations
Following events of mayhem
I am happy I’ve mismanaged
A life no more no less
In distant earth smells sweet
A window of kingdoms’ opportunities
I cry to sleep
For heaven and hell
Is the way to eternity?
For better or worse
Alleluia Amen