Wilson Tinotenda Waison Quotes

Petty thief Pretty theft A dollar bill Ceased.

There is nothing so dearer than a death bed Even the French man crafted the Guillotine All I percive now are heads from the basket Mine yet to drop in the pool, blood stained.

If ever be it politics, I dare utmost to rig Or to pleadge a manifesto so complex To vote my fantasy as it was in dreams

Love and compassion turns a necessity. Though tis an untamed force. When I try to controĺ it, it destroys me. When I try to imprison it, it enslaves me. When I try to understand it, it leaves me feeling lost and confused. Unlike a dog, I bite those I love yet the great the love the greater the tragedy too.

Is it not love that hurts yet Still the amour evokes the Pleasant memory endured Of yester Pierces the heart Left! .Only to embrace tatty Retention, so absurd. How Beauteous when love turns Hatred in a flash so vicious

Blessed be he whom hast borne In sorrow, Not known margins Betwixt love and hate. Mongers Bred whom known not grieving Even time to vote her Serpents If not an Orang-utans **beasts That devoid affectionate caress And inflicts at pleasure...