When she rises, the incense still burns;
a quiet flame against the dark,
while the continuum endures,
unbroken, eternal.
...
It doesn't have to make sense,
Its the flower of light in the field of darkness.
It gives the strength to carry on.
I don't move by sight...
...
Drake was right
That we all did start from the bottom.
We build our lives from ground to the top.
We toil and we survive the odds
...
She walks with grace and poise so fine,
A smile that lights up her face so divine.
Her beauty shines like the morning sun,
Her spirit strong, never to be outdone.
...
It is a life of struggle and strife.
Even the seer screams of cosmic mischief.
Peace once thrived on this land.
Now perverted by violence and death.
...
When shall the Patriots rise
For the Heroes days as of the Prophets is long stale.
The eagle's wings are clipped
The horses speed has slowed.
...
Blitz the heaven's gates unhinged.
Rush the green streets with fearsome fairness
Flood the gray fray with mystical poison.
Plunder the Pandora from the blazing paws of three.
...
Like the first yellow sun in the morning sky
The first wave kissing the longing coast lines
Your majestic gait lulled my heart.
Like a breathless awe lilting a restless soul
...
Look into my lustful countenance
As I fantasize about our imaginary love
Your eyes are a constellation.
Kiss locked and thighs entangled
...
The powers threw the village in peech darkness
Just as I thought the ancestral God's might pitty.
But the enchanted clouds rumbled their brag
And the dreaded thunder clapping his disdain
...
It is a bundle of joy
In an ocean of healing lights
And sweet scenting presence
Of smiling angels in blue feathers.
...
When i think about it all
The struggle to be happy
To be loved.
Finding that perfect companion
...
Come, spend the night at my side.
Beneath the thick canopy of tropical clouds
Staring at the gleaming stars in the dark skies
Rushed by the extrovert chilling breeze.
...
Entrapped by the glow of her bronze feet
Bewitched by the pull of her magnetism
Hopelessly disarmed by the venom of her decietful smiles
Knew i not, how hard i fell.
...
Oh burn through my defences
Thou flame of love-like spinning fluid
Cut through my hard heart -blade of passion
Let my resistance spill upon the boulders of love.
...
The sun smiles,
The moon winks,
As the trumpet sounds,
And angels rejoice.
...
In the begining was the #word,
And the word was with God.
For the word was actually God.
It was with God that all things were
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None ever told me, I was a precious child
It wasn't long that the cold seed of hatred assailed love
To be born in hell
And raised with malice.
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Madiba Madiba Madiba! ! !
Rise a god among your kind,
Thou fearsome dragon of the south,
The raging star of liberty.
...
#Piscean Idealist Moderate An instinctive understanding that there's a unifying thread throughout all of life. »I love reading any poet. Poetry is the oracle of creation...)
Chronometers Of Humanity
When she rises, the incense still burns;
a quiet flame against the dark,
while the continuum endures,
unbroken, eternal.
She smiles; the supernatural
is not spectacle, but nature itself;
unseen, unyielding, unmistakably female.
In meditation, she stitches frayed timelines,
her mind a boundless realm
where phantoms and photons converse.
Some call it intuition;
she knows it as memory; genetic, cosmic,
the echo of her grandmother's heartbeat
guiding the rhythm of her breath.
Women, chronometers of humanity,
bodies inscribed with survival's almanac;
each childbirth, a defiance of entropy;
each lullaby, a whispered spell
against the pull of oblivion.
I am the insignificant chaotic speck in the Lord's perfect universe
The survival of your breath depends on you not saving it.
Your imagination manifests your most desperate thoughts.
The right woman is a great mother. A great mother is everything good with the world of any man
'NO', is never an answer to a prayer. It's either a 'YES', 'NOT YET' or 'I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE IN MIND FOR YOU'.
When you achieve, you will aggrieve. A dude out there ain't happy you balling.
Tactical patience is the lifeblood of great success
The greatest purpose of the individual is to altimately be the ease in someone's hardship.
Attraction operates on various levels, encompassing both physical and emotional dimensions. While initial physical attraction might grab attention, it's often the emotional connection and compatibility that truly deepen relationships. On a larger scale, qualities like understanding, shared values, and mutual respect tend to have a more significant impact on the sustainability of a relationship. While physical attraction can be fleeting, emotional bonds tend to endure and foster meaningful connections in the human heart.
Certain schemes exhibit a high level of sophistication and precise guidance. They are specifically crafted to foster growth, which in turn contributes to a meticulously orchestrated realization of a predetermined outcome.
Diverse perspectives, shaped by personal experiences, cultural backgrounds, and societal norms, require mutual understanding and respect among all individuals. This fosters the creation of an inclusive and harmonious society.
'The traveler who finds an oasis in the desert does not keep it a secret, waiting for his fellow travelers to get to the verge of dying of thirst and extreme heat conditions to now make them partake from his mouth drops of regurgitated water. Instead, he shares the oasis with them, so that they may all quench their thirst and cool their temperatures together.'
Perfection is an illusory construct, a deconstructive artifice that undermines the dynamism of growth, the necessity of error, and the fluidity of human progress.
When cherished hearts betray, let the ancient winds remind you: even in the darkest eclipse of trust, a hidden flame of wisdom endures, guiding the soul beyond the shadows of false kinship
'The ground God has given you to tread is sacred and full of grace. And anyone fortunate enough to encounter you, to feel the breath of your thoughts and the weight of your words, walks away blessed.'
'He to whom trust and brotherhood are handed like treasures on a silver platter may never grasp their true weight. For trust is not a gift, but a labor; earned through sweat, tested by time and sealed by shared trials. Brotherhood is not inherited, but forged; like iron - by fire, patience, and the unspoken truths only time can reveal.'