“A DANCING MOON” (part 1)

Reading forms a sequence of habit and attitude, you learn from reading you limb your folks for lack of knowledge! 3a.M.

Likeh_Omah_Jikah. Artiste; CEO- LIKEH-O-J-B.org. writer of ‘A DANCING MOON’ (poem). A singer & a song-writer. A lifestyle blogger. And a BELIEVER.

More juice than honey cannot ‘ake the world a better place for all human/race.

Likeh Omah Jikah


‘THE PRIMORDIAL OCEAN’
Swifted and in pieces then I tried to blow the whistle.
M: So, what happened sun?
L: I feel The Whole Earth Is Wrapped In Darkness. And I don’t really know who’s trynna project me. So, I wondered ‘The Primordial Ocean!’.

‘STARS’
Yes! I Am the chosen one, flowers never pick themselves. But, first I thought; not all the Stars would wanna be there.

“I’ll give you stars and the moon and the open highway, and a river beneath your feet.

And I thought, “You know, I’d rather have champagne In Space with the Moon”.

A RAY  OF LIGHT’
For this is who I have become like tile dressed in style and with features so contagious. Blackness Gave Birth To The Light!

‘CHI’
L’qd: Goddess, is there anything wrong with me toning or making my Skin a litle lighter?
G’ad: STOP! washing away your CHI Energy and Beauties beyond Wonders of Nature ever imagined.

A Choiceless Soul feels no odd but blames. But a Man in his cave searches the concealed riches of wisdom and he founds it.

ALA OMA’
[continued]…Oh! It feels, so amazing.
L’qdi: What! Mom!!.
G:  ‘ALA OMA is a land glowing with milk and honey. Its inhabitants are very pleasant to behold. Their countenances stunning to the sight even their refugees. For they are far from plague and famine. They know no anguish nor pains.

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No! No!! No!!! No, not now. She had cried out so bittered Lynn, worried by anxiety and crossed painful feelings. She yearns! Yet!!!!

What has come over you? Woman!

Or can’t you organize yourself for a minute, and try to wipe away all these tears strolling down your cheeks off your eyes and see the people whom have surrounded you in your worst day’s, a day, 

I can never forget as long as I Remain a man and still breathe through mine nostrils. “Friday had gone. And another call came in by someone (4) hours ago to know if we have buried our lost or if we were still mourning for the pains of ignorancy.

Mr. Jhekli! what is this that I’m hearing, is this TRUE? Please tell me, OK. Or did you and your wife planned the whole drama in order to gain our uttermost attentions and then make prank of our intelligentsia’s?

The Community Prime Minister: had advocated adjustly, waiting to be reminded of what to do on receiving a better explanation about what had actually happened.

To this and then, there, and only but then did ‘the dead spoke out for an xppropriate deluxation or rather an expression of resentment and of sorrow; immediately, the Earth went aloof in despair! And the whole place mulled in silent.

The victim prejudicing over it aloud: broke off the silent like it was a lasting grimace!

Hovering around the vicinity like a plume of sudden effect spontaneously rearranging the sect.

Death! Oh! Death why has thou chosen the bread left in the oven instead of the cakert ones in the basket, why have you decided to blot out all mine iniquities before the grace of my soul enemies?

6thThe belief that one day we all must die and stand before our creator leaves so many ‘panniculitis’ for fear of eternal damnation. God forbid!

My Ancestors once carried all our names been listed on a slate of foundation. Rigorously attending all our needs and supplies in differences.

Allah! created Allah! has taken. Again!! And I want to ask please, if not for anything else but, for the mysterious death of our beloved daughter “KANCHI”.  Who was more precious to us than ten million pieces of silver and a thousand tons of gold.

I think, the gods owe me an indepth explanation to this. And many more questions yet to be answered; the truth is ‘I cannot ignorantly keep quiet as if the sowing needle from which the taylor had tremendously stitched all round the ‘bouba’ left no hoe from hooves and has not thrust an inch to the thighs of its owner.4th

My grieviances are up on many waters.

My sorrows are bartered on a tray of asylum.

Waiting to be rejected! Oh! What a menace has I fallen unto?

And of what leverage ‘can a bottle of palm wine drive away the emptiness of this inhuman feelings’ that has betrothed on me.

As I want! I tarry in pains!! Wanting no more than just a fray with the hods.

Trampling on already many wounded souls, abandoned in the angry deep pit of holes from lost of hopes.

Both south, west as well as North+east. Whether the world waiting or the world swirling.

We all need somebody.

Either to tell more allegories and more fairy tales. My own daughter was the very best amongst all her peered, in jesting I had always appeared in a more rewinded and a remoteness of an explicit form, publishing more ebook$ addy more than a thousand articles on a daily routine.

Now’s a feverish demise. Suddenly wiping away all these insane memories as it may now seem. Not for lack of words but for a more concrete form of distinguishing tales from trails.

Waring as if she came from a dens from whence she had no apolium for justice and honor!

For I could st”l remember so vividly, of how  I first felt her breathing pulse, from a jerk of emotional thoughts, I had picked up her cheek carried on her mamas arms calm as marbles laid on a straight horizontal wood.

Like she was about to be slain the next minute. But she didn’t cry! Instead she’d monstered a flay of imaginary reflection.

I’d also admired her beauty so much and thought she was an Angel! dropped in her mama’s arms pretended to be a new born baby or a ‘poppet’ instead yet, she had this precious glamour blissing all around her body statue.

Grimed eye balls glittering puppies, reflecting lens socket and beautiful eyebrows with lashes protecting the Retina’$ from dusty mare.

I touched the baby’$ face feeling nostalgic a lit bit, I was on conscious, so I wouldn’t say I had been nervous or perhaps i just needed some sort of considerable feeling to advertise my firm stand of belief.

I just touched and pick her cheek, she been our baby. And for a minute! I felt remorse. I had always wanted to have male child instead. But, then i felt pity for the poor little baby.

She was honour and always our favorite daughter. As we had no other.

She caused us more joy than sorrows to compare. I coherently would have choose to redden my palm just to support her or whatever she was planning to do.

What has gone wrong! Woman! Has the system thought you wrong? My Lord! I do not know.

Or is the gods trying to show you something, something you may not know or might have forgotten?

I had opened my arms for the shallows of death and as due was embraced.

And for the first time, I had experienced ‘sarcasm’ in such a way that I had almost ran mad thinking of who to tell or who “notto” tell.

My wives keep grudges except you.

At first the impression was deeply felt but later, it reignited my feelings from been like one who was beaten by two sided+way weathering seasons.

Rain had not fall. In many days before this foe+lofty loom appeared. My mouth was shut! I haven’t awaken from a “jinkin drenched mou fou” I wish you weren’t there please and don’t bother.

It’s unnecessary as I know I’m a drain on the system and unwanted.

I been trying to get out of this community’s way since it’s been made painfully clear I am unwanted, unliked and unappreciated.

Only my steadfastly quiet presence will be tolerated momentarily. I don’t want to live like that anymore.

I want to be happy and comfortable. Have a peaceful and mutually beneficial existence with loved ones.

I want to be a participant not a bystander watching from the sidelines. I want to help and to work towards the same for all those around.

I know that the people I amarillo und now are beautiful people and have had shit heaped on them for years.

I don’t blame their dislike of me. I just don’t want to be their entertainment ala Ridiculousness.

To be continued…(amandacostello)

“THE COSMIC MUSE” (part two)

By: Likeh_Omah_Jikah. Artiste; CEO- LIKEH-O-J-B.org. writer of ‘A DANCING MOON’ (poem). A singer & a song-writer. A lifestyle blogger. And a BELIEVER.

Excuse me, Sir, I pray—I can’t yet speak,
I’m crying now and have been all the week;
Toos’ not alone this morning suit good Masters,
I’ve that within for which there are no p’asters!
Plea, would you know the why I’m crying?
The Cosmic Muse‘ long sick is now a-dying!

And if she’s gone, ‘en my tears will never stop;
For as a play’r, I can’t squeeze out one drop;
I’m brave and untouched, but that’s nothing,
I’d rather lose my bread, and a hot tea;
Than—I lose my head; T’ sweet co’en is laid upon ‘he bier.
Shelter and I shall be chief-moun’rs-here!

To her a mawkish-drab of spurious breed,
Who deals in sentiments, will succeed.
Poor Neo and I are dead to all intents;
We could as soon speak Latin as Sentiments.
Both nervous grown, to keep our Spirits up,
We now and then, take down a heaty cup.

What shall we do?, If Art forsake us!
They’ll turn us out, ‘d no one el’ ‘ll take us.
But why can’t I be moral?, well, ‘lemme’ try,
My heart thus pre’ing f’ward fixed my face ‘d eye.
With a sententious look that noth’ means,
Faces are blocks in-sentimental-scenes.

Pleasure seems sweet, but pr’ves a glass of Bitters;
Hence, I begin again, all is not Gold that glitters.
When ign’rance jabs in, folly is at hand,
Learn’ is far better than house and land.
Let not your potent trip for, who tri’s may stumble;
And potent is not virtue if she tumble.

Be brave and watch last days are over!

Likeh Omah Jikah

“THE COSMIC MUSE” (part one)

After many other precepts. The organization has since then offered to render customers assistance service, prio to your demands.


Ay, here’s another info battered by ‘unserenated-folks’ to deceit the majority and at the same time ruin the general efforts made for humanity sake. “if no Snake creeps in to the cabin, then there ain’t no hope for the rabbits.”

And if she’s gone, ‘en my tears will never stop;
For as a play’r, I can’t squeeze out one drop;
I’m brave and untouched, but that’s nothing,
I’d rather lose my bread, and a hot tea;


Than—I lose my head; T’sweet co’en is laid upon ‘he bier.
Shelter and I shall be chief moun’rs here!

To her a mawkish drab of spurious breed,
Who deals in sentiments, will succeed.
Poor Neo and I are, dead to all intents;
We could as soon speak Latin as Sentiments.


Both nervous grown, to keep our Spirits up,
We now and then, take down a heaty cup.

What shall we do?, If Art forsake us!
They’ll turn us out, ‘d no one el’ ‘ll take us.
But, why can’t I be of g’od moral?, well, ‘lemme’ try,
My heart thus ‘pre’ing f’ward’ fixed my face ‘d eye.
With a sententious look that noth’ means,
Faces are like blocks in sentimental scenes.

Pleasure seems sweet, but pr’ves a glass of Bitters;
Hence, I begin again, all is not Gold that glitters.


When ign’rance jabs in, folly is at hand,
Learn’ is far better than house and land.
Let not your potent trip for, who tri’s may stumble;
And potent is not virtue if she tumble.

Like stars mountains are rooted on a solid ground!

Likeh Omah Jikah

http://Likeh_Oj’s-Blog

“LOS TREINTA PRECEPTOS DE LOS SABIOS” (TTPOTS)


© 2021 Likeh_Oj’s-Blog

By: Likeh_Omah_Jikah. Artiste; CEO- LIKEH-O-J-B.org. writer of ‘A DANCING MOON’ (poem). A singer & a song-writer. A lifestyle blogger. And a BELIEVER.
                                 ( A Study in Rules of Success )

If you must be among or in the league of the successful men, then you ‘gotta’ art like you were one.
there’s a wised saying that “fake it until you make it”
don’t feel so bad when others are broadly progressing and expanding or embarrassed when you ain’t been recognized eh,,,
don’t just “sit-ass-down” and expect ‘everyday’ to be a Christmas, or, depending on everybody to help you out on your daily activities.
see live, is like a Marriage Institution. At the beginning of which you’re been tutored on how to love each other as “true-reality-neighbors”; what I meant by that, is that, there’s no separation again.
and now, you’ve to live as husband and wife forever. (coupled)

The same with live. You don’t have to be all that rich before you become relevant. No sir/ma.
start where you are right now, and start to throw in stones. No matter how hard “it might have been”
‘demonstrate your freedom bibberiarism’
don’t be too scared; tell awo rm in de street.
and you’ve tried coming this far just to find me, notwithstanding; we could be best couple, together.
You have made a very wise decisiona precision to get what you really need in this trying times, when a mussel can’t solve all your problems.
Who do you run to and feel safe?
well, I am here to guard you.
though; I can’t guarantee everything works better.
my milieu could collate you from deception.

The Doctrine of the Mean is a text rich with symbolism and guidance to perfecting oneself. The mean is also described as the “unswerving pivot” or zhongyong.
4831, 55.{中庸主義}

Now lets drive through…slow and steady, let’s GO!

  1. DON”T walk on the poor and don’t use your position against the poor people.
  2. Bad temper is contagious; Run or get infected.
  3. Don’t gamble the pot of gold at the end the Rainbow.
  4. Don’t move back the boundary lines stated out long ago by your ancestors.
  5. Observe people who’ re good at their work- skilled workers are always in demand and admired.
  6. Don’t gobble your food, don’t stuff yourself bridle your appetite.
  7. Don’t wear out yourselves trying to get rich. “restrain yourself wealth sprout wings”
  8. Don’t accept a meal from a tightwad (don’t expect anything special)
  9. Don’t bother talking sense to fools, they’ll only poke fun at your words.
  10. Don’t backseat to anyone.
  11. Give yourselves to disciplined instruction. (open your ears to tested knowledge, only)
  12. Don’t be afraid to correct your young ones, a spanking won’t kill them.
  13. Dear Child, become wise and I’ll be one happy parent.
  14. Don’t for a second envy careless rebellion.
  15. Consciously, point your life in the wright direction.
  16. Buy truth; – don’t sell it for lo*e or mo*ey.
    ‘buy wisdom, buy ed*cation buy insight’
  17. Avoid a loose woman or end up in many troubles.
    ‘ the mouth of an adulteress is a primrose to death’
  18. Don’t judge wine by its label, or it leaves you with a splitting headache.
  19. Don’t envy bad people.
  20. It takes time to build a fine house.
  21. Strategic planning is the key to warfare, to win you need a lot of good counsel.
  22. Intelligence outranks muscle any day.
  23. Fools incubate sins; cynics desecrate beauty.
  24. If you fall in to pieces in a crisis, then there wasn’t, much to you in the first place.
  25. Rescue the perishing, don’t hesitate to step in and help./
  26. Eat honey likewise any delicacies that melt in your mouth.\
  27. Don’t interfere with good people.
  28. The giggles of fools are like the crackling of twigs…
  29. Don’t bother your head with braggarts.
  30. Without warning$ your life can turn upside down.

“ someone is watching you closely; someone not impressed with weak excuses”        

<so respect your elders>

DISTINCT FOR ALL PLEASURES

By: Likeh Omah Jikah. Artiste; CEO- LIKEH-O-J-B.org. writer of ‘A DANCING MOON’ (poem). A singer & a song-writer. A lifestyle_blogger. And a BELIEVER

The world  today has been deprived of its rerouting propels, and information.
And its inhabitants are disfranchised of their legal rights.
Now, the wandering question is;
 What do we do?

W.OK.G (99.1)

“if not for love”

I. Old clothes are the graveyard of memory.

II. For beauty is nothing but beginning of terror we’re still just able to bear.

III. You died a good death if your life had inspired someone to come forward and shoot your murderer in the chest without asking to be paid.

IV. The unmeasurable inevitable God is on point.

V. The virgins of Lourdes the price is your eyesight. ‏

VI. By their vomit you shall know them not by their ejaculation.

VII. Microcosm; in a point as the family.

VIII. “manda esta carita feliza, todos tus amigos, en esta-mes de la Amistad esparo el mio”

IX. It still possible to be a terrorist by throwing shit.

X. The 3three unforeseeable reactions of the body >Sneezing, Vomiting & Death.

XI. The sensation is like going into a confessional and founding that the Priest has the features of your sins. ‎

XII. It takes only a minute to be lifted off completely.

XIII. There are 31536000 seconds on annual rotation, 86400 seconds on a daily routine and a whopping 3600 seconds per hour.

XIV.  A time rightly invested upon is never a waste.

XV. The background music was a tremulous Violin Solo. 🎉

XVI.  She pulled on a bathrobe and slipped quietly out of the bathroom.

XVII.  Dog is a soul predictable wanting.

XVIII.  Illusion: It was a contorted version of the truth.

XIX.  One perpetual rule in business is the “first come first serve”

XX. Are you really a daddy material or deep down you’re totally something else.

XXI.  A miniature minotaur the mythology of the beast, whatever his appetite considered his prey too large or maybe too dangerous.

XXII.  Six (6) months and 200miles latter. what happened?

XXIII.  When dreaming one can really move without moving.

XXIV.  Little by little as the water cleansed her Clara grew darker.

XXV.  I don’t like accepting offers that I know nothing about.

XXVI.  I can drop everything if the offer is worth it.

XXVII.  ‘Navel Navel’ hole the beginning of the world and of life.

XXVIII.  Use the bass cure the tension.

XXIX.  Beauty requires sacrifice like Intravenous injections.

XXX.  The eyes were as expressionless as milky marbles.

XXXI.  A click of China: it was as though he was waving away a plate of disgusting food.

XXXII ውጊያ ፣ ጦርነት እና ግጭት የመጨረሻ ዋጋ ያለው “በቁጣ ጥልቅ ውስጥ የሚገኝ ጉድጓድ” ፡፡

XXXIII.  15600 plus children die each-day 650 per an hour all traceable to poverty.

XXXIV.  I only found out because a little bird told me so.

XXXV.  The fact that the dogs bring us our prey doesn’t make them the hunters.

XXXVI.  Some of the flowers have turned carnivorous.

XXXVII.  You never can learn to walk through the eye of a hurricane.

XXXVIII.  The figure of the violin player appears more clearly when we hear the violin.

XXXIX.  Be more careful when next you show off your wallet.

XL.  The problem was that she liked everything she had.

XLI.  My true definition of what friendship is; if one of you is to blame the two of you will pay.

XLII.  If you know how new words are formed you may be able to work out what they mean.

XLIII.  This is just the plain Vanilla version of the software. [without any extra feature]

XLIV.  The bar’s kicking tonight.

XLV.  Politician put their own spin on the economic situation and the people suffers quake from imbalance.

XLVI.  It was the archetypal dysfunctional family, harassed mother absent father and delinquent kidz.

XLVII.  If there is something I’ve learnt over the years is to treat every meal as the last. [BON APETI]

XLVIII.  Friends, this is more complicated than it seems.

XLIX.  You think it is easy think again friends it’s really complicated.

L.  The museum is full of historical curiosities.

LI.  Curiosity enough the same year after a short while the people came back to feed their ecstasy.

LII.  Look on dreams as strange instructions sent by an anonymous artist inside us.

LIII.  It’s only in truth that our people understand body language.

LIV.  Irreplaceable; with a brilliant and a pleasant soft call, thought to be a lowing bird.

LV.  God loves you more than the birds and the stars. WTF???

LVI.  Rule; an accepted principle or instruction that states how a thing should probably go on in a region.

LVII.  A point of no return -adulthood.

LVIII.  The only rule was that there were no rules and the only possible reaction was to go on.

LIX.  Pleasurable jet of water. (It’s a fight or flight daytime)

LX.  If you think we’re waxwork you ought to pay you know contrariwise…if you think we’re alive you ought to speak.

LXI.  Point lines, circles, triangles, squares, polygons; these are basic terms to begin a human sketch.

LXII.  After all we will have to add shade.

LXIII.  Turquoise; greenish blue “the color of magic spells”

LXIV.  As calmly and natural as a stone dropping into the dark depths of a well.

LXV.  It takes a sacrifice to confront horror.

LXVI.  Living out our dream doesn’t necessarily mean you should give it all up.

LXVII.  Every blessing comes from diligence else, it’s not a blessing maybe a prime.

LXVIII.  Intelligence is not a privilege but a gift, none of it belongs to us.

LXIX.  Perhaps you’re confusing a lack of time with a lack of interest.

LXX.  Money makes problem disappear in our legal system.

LXXI.  Deception is  like a white slash on a black background.

LXXII.  Olfactory Filigree; a sense of smell from a filigree or olive tree.

LXXIII.  KHUNDALINI: the Serpent of sexual energy.

LXXIV.  The secret of eternal youth and of early death are one and the same grease.

LXXV.  Nature is more artistic than art when it imitates art.

LXXVI.  Venus Vertricordia; Love and desire can sometimes be dangerous.

LXXVII.  Burgeois Nirvana; lets enjoy life friends for this one night at least.

LXXVIII.  Kutties Buriutha; for 98 to worship we need to be under this resort kind of atmosphere.

LXXIX.  Concentrical Rotunda; a round around de_round.

LXXX.  Doctors are like cops.

LXXXI.  V.Z= how a friendship ends is as swift and mysterious as how it begins.

LXXXII.  It’s shame and share alike “nobody robs a bank”

LXXXIII.  Don’t give don’t take just walk like you headed for the meeting.

LXXXIV.  Innocence is a highly overrated commodity.

LXXXV.  Turret Turret; for sure men are unpredictable.

LXXXVI.  When your speech sound more religious it becomes less of truth.

LXXXVII.  I guess I need a nap isn’t it my friend. (a twenty-degree angle)

LXXXVIII.  What is this please it makes my teeth to hurt ‘it wakes you up’

LXXXIX.  The mouth of an adulterous woman is the primrose to death.

XC.  Drink from your own barrel.

XCI.  Lovely as an angel, Beautiful as a rose.

XCII.  Make sure you do whatever you ‘gotta’ do cause that’s your job.

XCIII.  Never be too scared to know what you’ve supposed to known before it’s too late.

XCIV.  Wait; know the content before you give your consent.

XCV.  Manual labor is the fundamental for all value including capital. (NO-ROT)

XCVI.  Competitive production promotes good quality and effectiveness.

XCVII.  AZAZEL_ the freaky monster in the desert could certainly cure you off the madness.

XCVIII.  Don’t ever give up.

XCIX.  Do what you can to save Her and Time.

C. Knowledge is more experimental than of theory.

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Don’t panic don’t laugh hold your breathe, and you would see the wonders of creation on a classical view! Be patient!!

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