Half of a river sun.............In this poem, Gideon uses strong imaginative hands to paint a vivid pics on the reader's mind, into variants colouring stages of life. As one encounters challenges up the stairs of life's journey. But only love & forbearance keeps one on the flight. Merging love and desire into a pool of thought.--------------Let me show you how to drink up a river when you swallow your tongue for kissing a fish, you drown in it pool & vomit you a tadpole. When the sun shines your belly at eventide, you die of golden fish, rebirth it turns pendant hung round your neck. Let's draw a circle at the shoreline, when she is nude, stripped off her milky pebbles, sunlit on my half & yours when the river flows back to toast, I will meet you there. Our circle is still underneath its dank, & the curves indelible survives another wave. Your water colour manicure press...., I chew to swallow ., ...................................................Campus Belongs....................................................--------------This moving scene, "Campus Belongs" brings us to a real life occurrence along a silent bush path, where the writer was staged by groups of campus "blue boys" who almost butchered him into pieces of beef meat with their axes. Thinking him to be of the other "black group" who murdered their man ...He explains his non fictional electric shock on seeing them, as his pants waters down his inner wears. Yet still calls himself a man. But some how "The Porter" rescued him on time using their group leader, who said let him be.--------------......My pace has weaved my sandals as we both stride our little Sahara. My hood my roof/brownie brown, took a nowhere path/never knew, leads to where. Abruptly my pace left me, shivering off my hairs---skin turns hide. Outcomes of yesterday's massacre. He look stunted, held my belt through my jeans. One my mobile, others surrounding. I behold an axe, I did being hearing off butchers. They call them campus vultures/who left their books. To seek a more profitable ventures---call "campus belongs" It's a hard paper back, not a kindle, so the pages are turning---as blues at dual the blacks Ah ah_________Body desire of a melting sugar ________This poem secretly peers through the life of a wealthy painter, who fell in love with a pretty woman. The poet, excavates the hidden agenda of the woman, as the painter complains of her unsatisfactory composure, towards him. That notwithstanding his endeavors to pleased her, she still keeps wild on him.....calls him "not being man enough." Yet she isn't letting go of him. The poet calls her a peacock of gentle fangs-----------------------though he is charmed by her beauty, he describes himself as an ice trapped in between her lip melting down...................------------------I watch you take your breath in your hands---sip mine your gut/you're my butter & fly---am nectar/a peacock's appetite painted you the desire of an artist's, i crave your rainbow manicures on my wooden mahogany pallette---like your skin surface---a lavender facial. you're spring now, I'd check on you when autumn knocks the door surface of your beauty. walk your hills on me you call modeling, you look into my owl eyes & said "you're not man enough." yet trapped me in between. when winter greets i will frame a portrait of you with its ice, my wall........