Blessing Kalamatila

I think of purpose as a guide and laws only you have to abide by,
the results are but a product of your determination and confidence- the bye-product of when you decide not to seek affirmation from others or lie low in their sentiments.

I think of purpose as a map;
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If she was a colour, she would be blue,
broken on the inside with no desire to start anew, she was the bearer of bad news and started to believe her existence was defined by unaldeterated sorrow with no hope for a superordinate tomorrow.

With her pride stolen at a tender age, she was the composer of her life story so she had no one to help her start up a new page, her heart full of enmity and no room for love as she believed it was all a myth, left with no one to fight this cruel world with.
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Tell me!
How do you live with yourselves?
How do you not think of the families that suffer the pain and loss of their beloved?
Like what do you Gain?
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The truth in His word is evident
the proof lays in what this pen Indites
am only Here to resurrect what was left of it
See!
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Sometimes I sit still,
constantly in battle with my thoughts trying to fathom how you burry your guilt and wake up to face your wives with no shame,
I mean if this is a game
then am not so sure of whose at the losing end,
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I possess the eyes that only see the night at its peak, the darkness conceals my ability to see, yet my mind envisions a future with a less fraction of bleak.

Day by day, am in an effort to relent my fears with a faint hope of seeing the light of dawn, but end up repainting the misery of the pitch black i always see, which is evident that my fight is in void and my toil is just a mere call for tears.
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Intro-"With the power vested in me, I pronounce you Man and wife, you may know kiss the bride"

Fully convinced at the utterance of those words, He knew she was the one fate chose to see them part only by their last breath.
Together; they would fly like birds, both swore to fight for eachother's Love; posessing fidelity as their sword.
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Many-a- time we have been told the baby crawls before she walks, struggles before he talks, taking a step at a time is not a parrallel choice to attaining success.
Rushing equals to crushing they say, which is not as much different as building castles in thin air because in the end both lead to nowhere.

See! no one seems to understand that from the onset, in between lays a processone has to digest the facts.
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Are we lost or is the compass broken? when our faith is tested, identity is rejected like half-digested food so what the mouth forces out nowadays is filth and is still accepted by the youth, this is the story of my life I wonder if we are headed in one direction.

Are we lost or is the compass broken? my mind cant fathom why we keep the tokens in our pockets and dont appriciate our worth.
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I always wondered how my existence could benefit others,

If God created me to represent the light then why do I seem opaque?
If I was chosen for a purpose then why did I choose ambition,
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I watched her fall, like the Niagra falls.
Yes!
I watched her fall hard,
only to hit rock bottom
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He left Her with nothing but a broken compass;
lost in Her thoughts
Left Her with resplendent memories that could fill up a room
I swear,
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The night reaches its peak
the crescent moon at its best sheen
the sky births darkness so
the sun is nowhere to be seen
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Lets just say I fell Hard;
would you blame the clown in me
with fractured bones?
or say I mistook Her for a gem;
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My eyes aimed at the night sky;
but no stars shooting
"not today", I mumble;
cuz all my wishes seem trapped
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As a child,
I grew up wondering;
how a slingshot could have killed a Heavyweight,
I was stunned at how the waters parted just to make a way,
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I want to be remembered,
not only for the eloquence I took on stage
but for my poetry that was there to mould a clear picture;
not only for my audience to snap
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(Judas Iscariot)

So was it predestined?
cuz the master needed to die so we could have Life
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Dear pen,
I have known you for 23 years; yet deducting 22, it has left me with only one; for me to fathom that you have always been my fortress but still i remain shortsighted, (The irony) .
I can't begin to imagine the amount of patience you played, before coming to my aid. See! from this, I want to dedicate myself entirely to you; hoping I could at least attempt to replace a fraction, of your good-natured tolerance of my delay; like back in the day, when i had written those 4 tracks and my words couldn't echo the fact; that i was moving in circles like a relay. Am sorry!
So for as long as the ink, escapes through your ball point, I promise to indite what the paper appreciates. Because of you, I will signal these words down to my audience and their phone screens; just to get a message across and not with a view to abbreviate. I will write, but won't focus on the one step required to make my journey of a thousand miles, but focus more on my endowment; that compiles my truths; some of which will make them glad, and some of course will be sad; making them shed tears forming watercourses like the Nile, some of which will be undetermined; like relationship goals of two Juveniles.
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