Imagination precedes science, and reality is not as obvious and simple as we may think. That’s why we need to appreciate the present moment as this moment will never come again.
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Before My Body Fails
Before my body fails I want to
Live in the present, but ready for the future
For a dream once dreamt can never be
Undreamt but can be watered down by fear
Before my body fails; I want to move forward;
No false starts, no looking back for my time is precious
And not a single minute can be spared.
For a dream once dreamt can never be repeated
And can only be imagined while one is a wake..;
The results being always a puzzle, bits of meaningless
A dream once dreamt can forever change you,
Living your life in full potential every second, Minute
And hour of your life and fear itself won’t distract me
For I am no longer its slave but a master of its purpose
Pain, Sorrow, Misfortune.., are all part of the larger system of life we all have to go through and we must recognize its presence in order to move forward.
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Years of uncertainty, days of sorrow,
Will end in a triumphant escape of joy..;
As inner peace becomes part of me.
Pain had plagued my being,
Yet it endured all and it’s about to
Come forth into a world uncertain of
An inner desire.., yearning to be recognized,
A being no one knows of. Is about
To be birthed.
Our father, fathers’ curse that was
Our curse is no more.
Pain is the birth of all creation,
And I have endured it, to renew
Myself in a condemned world.
I bet this has happened to you; and even if you don’t accept it is real and happens to many people to love someone that you can’t have, though painful it is what makes life interesting and beautiful.
I love someone, but that someone
Her brown eyes melt me down
Every time she looks at me.
Every time I look at her my heart
Feels like a salvo and her svelte
Figure removes every day
Her smile, smell and style makes me
More and more in love every time
I come across her.
But my love is in vain as someone else
Has her heart; and I will..; and always
Be, nothing but a friend.
This one came to me by surprise ..; it came to me early in the morning while I was half asleep. I will range this one as a free verse poem where everything goes but one thing am sure it will do is inspire someone today and in the future.
Deep within the thorns,
A rose flower emerges.
Deep within the darkness of the soil,
A scattered seed sprouts into a seedling.
Amongst the hard rocks,
A vibrant green city of moss thrives.
From an unlikely seed;
The grand majestic mustard tree comes forth.
Thus do not despair ..; where your life is at today.
For your season of harvest has just begun,
Deep inside you, lies a bottom less pit full of potential
You may appear beaten down, condemned by the society
Deep within you, something has been growing,
And you can feel it, it makes you smile
Of how beautiful it is, and once it surfaces;
It will inspire the world.., and beyond.
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Do not mistake me for a killer or a psycho on the loose for shadows from the past, are fast beckoning, and they are neither my victims nor my captives.
I can feel their presence everywhere I go; and at night is when they torment me the most with their echoing bellows…… , I once asked my neighbors if they have ever heard their endless screams and whisperings but they dismissed me every time and my insistence over time earned me the name “the nutty neighbor” but I always understood them for their eyes were not yet open for if they knew what I only see then they would have noticed the shadow that sneaked into their own home and it is one that screams the loudest.
Do not let my words scare you … for am just an instrument designed to warn you and awaken your inner and far sight so that your body, mind, and soul can find inner peace in these troubling and very confusing times….; so without further ado let me let you in on my secret, I first started seeing my shadows when I first realized that not all is at it is and all as it is not all I thought it was “confusing words right there” I have never really quite understood them but at least I managed to write them down and maybe you, will be able to decipher a meaning in them.
These shadows are neither demons nor are they fallen angels’ but are to be feared and revered as they are made up of the mind and it’s un-fathomed power for we are essentially who we create ourselves to be an all that occurs is as a result of our own making.
These shadows consist of mental blocks that stop you from reaching your true potential and they primarily consist of fear, bad past experiences, utter laziness and anything else your mind brings forth to make you debate and stop you from making that life changing decision but there is a remedy that can eradicate these mental barriers that keep us from reaching our true potential and the answer can be found in the simple words of Stephen Richards where he said “when you do what you fear the most then you can do anything, for the worst mistake you can do in this life is to think you’re alive when really you’re asleep in life’s waiting room.”
So this time round don’t let the shadows take what is rightfully yours by taking control of your mind and its unfathomed power of imagination for if you don’t they will surely take what they think is rightfully theirs.
Every second that ticks away merely marks where we have been…; Life is like a clock, we are dying as we are living, but I would prefer to look at it another way. Life is like an ever present horizon extending unstoppably that equalizes us all.
Life is like a clock
Tick tock! Tick tock! the sluggish
Hour hand followed the graceful
Minute hand while the majestic
Second hand outdid their prowess
In each rotation.
For life is like a clock and I refuse
To be the hour hand, for it appears
Lazy and fat, just sitting their
Edging slowly as if it had all the
Time in the world.
I admire the graceful minute hand, the
Person in between.
Never too late, and never too early
Comfortable in the middle, with a slight
Advancement but better than the latter
But still refuse to be in the middle,
Motionless As if dead.
I endeavor to become the second hand
The over achiever, the flamboyant one
They race through life, realizing victory
In everything they undertake.
But still life is like a clock, for even
Though majestic. the sluggish hour hand
And the graceful minute hand soon catches
Up with the majestic one