capturing future memories through writing
The drop then liftoff
Hardened ground
The place none go to
The space in mind
The chair of peace
Alright and Calm
Accustomed to the descending height
The moment where the words flow
Like tears or merriness
The clicks of likes
The space of replies
You know
The crowd might be tightening
But,
The smiles here are bright
Your zone of endearment
The end is here
Redemption peeps
Nights of wasted right
The artist with a dream
After all the sins have been laid
The world becomes you
The ability to forgive
Rock bottom in direction
In Night, or out of prison
Forth cometh that soul you dreamt of
Never fear
The heart of gold has melted
All crashing
The crumbling of life
The failure of man
Searching higher
Always forgetting
The mellows of yellow
Painted like orange
A blast, too far
The smirk from those without tongues
End is coming, they say
Maybe for you, I say
A while ago, I write
The intoxicating stares from emerald
Just as the doctor ordered
Luxury from up high
The towers I mean
Water made pristine
Purified souls
Glorified meat
The burden of sacrifice
Excellence from drive-offs
The smokes brought forth
The carriage made of tender
Wall of fire
All that we lost, they found
All that I found, I spoke
All that was seen, I write
Online to connect
Maybe for acceptance
The tale goes longer
Always seeking to reach
The pen that fell on soil
The cloud that accepted
Criticism always frowned on
The new world is near you
The old parting away
The touch is you
The slap is dense
Worry not,
Sip, and rage on the forum of blank whites
Your dream for a better time for Nigeria will be achieved.
Often too serious
The deeper it gets, the duller it reads
Sometimes, that is
The meaning remains
The reader counts loss
The flow never fluctuating
Though, the view is beautiful
Acceptance was never fully regained
Been a while
Since the word became a message
In shame
All the same
Before turns to after
No later than the time I started
Empty credits
Empty Zeros
Over drafted paper bags
Crack the purpose
Never looking into a mirror
Always down into the river of wine and sorrow
Stressful society begs and pleads
She lost, now he wants
Mine is mine
All I have is ink and sweat
Okay, so after much soul search, Windows 8 in my opinion is a solid operating system, I just needed more time getting familiar (fami-Liar! crazy huh?) with the always monopolized/rejuvenated product. Windows 8 is fast, fluid and intuitive. Good job Microsoft, Apple is not that far away now. I joke.
I am not here to impress
I have tried that before,
People tend to spit hatred
All of which,
May not be our fault
Our destiny might be heading to oblivion
“No! I’m not heading into science”
But,
In times like this
When truth is deceit
One can only pray
And fear with hope
The Political Imagination
Instigating a "Mental Revolution"
Unleashing the beauty of creativity
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
The Mystery, Motivation and Mastery of Life
Some of what I breathe out arrives here
keeping It 100 With You
Sometimes poetry gives you the voice
Poets bleed from the heart and soul
Daily Film & Screenplay Festivals in Toronto, New York City, Chicago & Los Angeles.
Director | Writer | Cinematographer
🍃 Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. 🍃
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
A Frequent Blog of Devotionals Inspired by A Course in Miracles, A Course of Love, The Way of Mastery, Choose Only Love--Plus More . . . with Celia Hales - https://www.amazon.com/author/celiahales
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