Every verse I write is a time capsule that captures pieces of my soul,
Every line a pictorial depiction of the rivulets I flow,
Every rendition paints Vivid images of the pictures I saw,
A transfiguration begins, you feel me take you in slow,
You become me and feel my emotions as I reap what I sow,
You feel the greatness that resides in me and inherit my flaws,
Feel the fire that burns in me, the yearning in me,
The hunger that churns in me, as I am learning to be,
What I was destined to be, against all odds,
The stars guide me home, as I sing songs of warriors who never fold,
See the world through the eyes of the inner child in me,
The inner child that writes for me when I recite eloquently,
Make acquitance with me as I take you through these time capsules,
Bear with me as I open up these time portals,
Pray that you are strong and the feelings wont destroy you,
Pray my ups and downs dont overwhelm you,
See my down times through teardrops,
crystal clear high definition pictures,
tragic times that left my heart fractured,
Feel the smile on your face when I triumphed,
Feel the joy of the little boy who played with barefeet,
The little engine that could, breathing confidence with each heartbeat,
The pride when I excel,
The shame when I fail,
The hurt when friends bail,
The beauty of coming out of my shell,
Time capsules frozen in a scrapbook,
Times I fought, times I was shook,
Through my eyes see the inner child lose his innocence,
Transformed into a disjointed animal with no innersense,
See me gain love and then lose it,
Regain it again and then refuse it,
See my friends become my foes,
Bestfriends celebrate my falls,
Battlescars, dont ask who put what where,
Times when you reached out but there was nobody there,
Descending into an abyss of hopeleness,
Still found my way to the light out of the darkness,
My limbs grow strong and I climb out with my shadow as my companion,
Every man fights his own battles so no need for comparison,
And yes I have loved somebody before they were even born,
These are just a few of my time capsules, I could go on and on,
Time heals everything,
And these time capsules are my medicine
Thursday, 25 July 2013
Wednesday, 17 July 2013
"You are what you eat"
One boy will eat a humble breakfast of boiled sweet potatoes or maize flour porridge, go out into the world with a happy go lucky attitude and become a success.
Another will have a full English breakfast, complain about how badly it was prepared, go out into the world sulking and become a useless failure.
Another boy will have a humble breakfast and let the state of his poverty consume his thoughts, crippling him and rendering him incapable of forward movement or achievement.
Yet another boy will have the best breakfast, appreciate it with undying gratitude, go out into the world feeling positive and become great.
The good book tells us in Mark 7:15 and again in Matthew 15:11 that it is not what goes into us but what comes out that is most important.
If you were meant to be great you will be great, whether with little or a lot.
What makes men achieve is something that is intangible and can not be injected or fed into them from the outside. It is something that stems from within. It is known by many names, "guts", "will", "courage", "heart", "chi", "life force" just to mention a few.
Men have been known to achieve great things even with less than desirable nutritional diets.
Overwhelming evidence of such feats can be provided for days on end totally obliterating the old adage that you are what you eat.
We are not what we eat.
Another will have a full English breakfast, complain about how badly it was prepared, go out into the world sulking and become a useless failure.
Another boy will have a humble breakfast and let the state of his poverty consume his thoughts, crippling him and rendering him incapable of forward movement or achievement.
Yet another boy will have the best breakfast, appreciate it with undying gratitude, go out into the world feeling positive and become great.
The good book tells us in Mark 7:15 and again in Matthew 15:11 that it is not what goes into us but what comes out that is most important.
If you were meant to be great you will be great, whether with little or a lot.
What makes men achieve is something that is intangible and can not be injected or fed into them from the outside. It is something that stems from within. It is known by many names, "guts", "will", "courage", "heart", "chi", "life force" just to mention a few.
Men have been known to achieve great things even with less than desirable nutritional diets.
Overwhelming evidence of such feats can be provided for days on end totally obliterating the old adage that you are what you eat.
We are not what we eat.
Thursday, 4 July 2013
Old house\New House
This house that I let fall to ruin,
I will build it again soon,
It will be glorious again,
There will no more reminders of pain,
Beautiful paintings will grace its walls,
I will take its cobwebs out and rehabilitate its floors,
Scrape off its peeling paint and paint it anew,
Give it life again, let its energy flow true,
Bright lights will illuminate during darknights,
Chandeliers will hang from the ceiling providing breathtaking sights,
I will make the windows so big the sun can look in when it smiles,
Warmth will fill its air and happiness will make its tiles,
I will sow seeds of greatness outside, hoping the soil is alluvial fertile,
To make this house complete, I hope my attempts are not futile,
I will build it again soon,
It will be glorious again,
There will no more reminders of pain,
Beautiful paintings will grace its walls,
I will take its cobwebs out and rehabilitate its floors,
Scrape off its peeling paint and paint it anew,
Give it life again, let its energy flow true,
Bright lights will illuminate during darknights,
Chandeliers will hang from the ceiling providing breathtaking sights,
I will make the windows so big the sun can look in when it smiles,
Warmth will fill its air and happiness will make its tiles,
I will sow seeds of greatness outside, hoping the soil is alluvial fertile,
To make this house complete, I hope my attempts are not futile,
Subtle undertones
The poetry flows a little different,
The melodies are not as sanguine,
The speech is not as eloquent,
Yet the emotions are still genuine,
The honesty is raw and evident,
Yet offers no flight like a penguin,
so instead of becoming permanent,
It dies slow like a limb with gangrene
The melodies are not as sanguine,
The speech is not as eloquent,
Yet the emotions are still genuine,
The honesty is raw and evident,
Yet offers no flight like a penguin,
so instead of becoming permanent,
It dies slow like a limb with gangrene
From the Ashes
I dust off the ashes off my phoenix wings,
Breathe out, lungs feel good and my larynx is strongest,
Stretch as my eyes gaze at the heveans,
I imagine soaring, waiting for that familiar feeling to return,
The glide in the air, the freedom of flight,
The feeling of light taking over the darkness of night,
Why play small if big was all I was ever meant for,
Why fear the sky because of one fall,
Thats my pride speaking so you know I struggle,
The same pride that makes me rise above my foes,
Is the same pride that is the cause of my fall,
But it blinds me so I am ignorant of my failure and
falls,
You see my pride wins so I still spread wings,
The baptism of the fire in my heart erases all my sins,
My ashes become clay in my maker's hands again,
So he moulds me new and reveals his plans again,
Shows me the sky and bids me to make my claim,
Tells me to fly high till they remember my name
Breathe out, lungs feel good and my larynx is strongest,
Stretch as my eyes gaze at the heveans,
I imagine soaring, waiting for that familiar feeling to return,
The glide in the air, the freedom of flight,
The feeling of light taking over the darkness of night,
Why play small if big was all I was ever meant for,
Why fear the sky because of one fall,
Thats my pride speaking so you know I struggle,
The same pride that makes me rise above my foes,
Is the same pride that is the cause of my fall,
But it blinds me so I am ignorant of my failure and
falls,
You see my pride wins so I still spread wings,
The baptism of the fire in my heart erases all my sins,
My ashes become clay in my maker's hands again,
So he moulds me new and reveals his plans again,
Shows me the sky and bids me to make my claim,
Tells me to fly high till they remember my name
Cup of Hope
Your cup of hope what is it made from,
Metal, plastic, glass or styrofoam,
Do you throw it away when done,
Or wait to use it again with the morning sun,
I drink from the fountain of faith,
positivity fills my plate,
Breakfast for champions,
thats why I walk with a
champions gait,
Hope is my daily meal,
So despair is something I rarely feel,
my juice is always warm it barely chills,
Fires me up and successes are my vitamin pills,
Keeping my head up is my morning exercise,
Chin parallel to the ground and focused eyes,
Infinite possibilites exist within the universe,
The belief grows firmer with each passing verse,
These are just some of my early bird thoughts as I am yawning,
While watching the beautiful sun rise, Good morning..
Metal, plastic, glass or styrofoam,
Do you throw it away when done,
Or wait to use it again with the morning sun,
I drink from the fountain of faith,
positivity fills my plate,
Breakfast for champions,
thats why I walk with a
champions gait,
Hope is my daily meal,
So despair is something I rarely feel,
my juice is always warm it barely chills,
Fires me up and successes are my vitamin pills,
Keeping my head up is my morning exercise,
Chin parallel to the ground and focused eyes,
Infinite possibilites exist within the universe,
The belief grows firmer with each passing verse,
These are just some of my early bird thoughts as I am yawning,
While watching the beautiful sun rise, Good morning..
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