Men search all their lives for what has been right in front of them. Trashing gold and chasing Shadows Could it be the difference in font sizes making their mind choose superiority over relevance?
How shallow can man’s mind be??? A desperate quest for a test not given detesting all it has been equipped with. Ohhh……comparison, man’s self constructed blind fold kidnaps him to a dump where pumps no longer make sense until it releases a shrieking sound like that of Ngozi. Forgetting Zee sounds in no way like Y neither does it come before it but leaves words incomplete with it’s absence.
My heart can’t cry more than the king of Glory’s as he hands another years waited mantle to handle. If you don’t handle that mic it will be given to another. If you don’t start speaking now another is right behind you to take over If you don’t start and see less of how imperfect you may sound and focus on strength from Calvary nothing will vary when another takes your place. Start!!!
How do I merge this two? How do I correlate light and darkness? Do I do away with the brightness of daylight or bask in vague thoughts of nothingness? Should I? Could I? Will these sooted thoughts fetch me the spark needed to light up my world or Merely scratch on the surface of my fears as the sun would the ocean at dusk and have me foiled? Curled up, awake, in the stillness of the night is how I find peace. Sitting, underneath starry skies is how I brood courage to face the streets in one piece. Like parallel lines in harmony I see the dawsk start and finish up each other’s tune, With little or no care if I blend in, Saturating my words with a soothing tone. But like black and white has different shades in expression I am learning to grey up the dark spots of imperfection and Whiten up the milky paths of uncertainties with rays of light. Each day and night Through rolling tears or stretched lips in spite… In an endless dawn to dusk carousel, I’ll stand, Strong, In between, Tiring and trying, Tiring and trying, In my little caravel Till I find my balance at dawn
Listen Your heart beats a melody Listen The world rejoices in novelty Listen You are here by another’s will Listen The Word is how you navigate this Listen
You must be thirsty. What drink would you love? Water of life is always a great choice! We live in the feelings of these little choices. Live by choice.
Leave by choice Regrets and bitterness in past 31 Lift by choice Your spirits heights above where Jews lie Leafy choices Can be lost in this wind so hold tight Newness is your guest today Make the best of it
Dance! When you can and can’t You deserve presence, Gift yourself the present of you Now is a good time to live. So dance, teach time to Breathe, see, listen and feel Make it wait on you.
Let your hair down Breathe You’ve come this far See This is not destination Listen But home is where you are Feel The moon takes us through another 31 Live
Begin by breath. One. Two. Exhale the stress, excess, excuses. Inhale the miracle of your heart beating hard.
The journey of a thousand miles One step The expectation of many lives One thought This is reset if you don’t clone it Welcome to another opportunity Crown it
Continue by Sight. Lashes up and it’s a new day! We are always at the start of things And it’s okay.
And now that I have you here, Can you hear? Can we sit and lock hearts? Rest a while on my chest I will do same. We are simply different patterns from a cloth. Our roads have led us here. Let’s celebrate this beautiful silence.