the bridge
to achievement
waits till I find my niche
as does destiny and my own
raw itch
I look myself in the mirror
Recognizing my every error.
The constant pressure
To reach pleasure
The satisfaction of hearing ‘I’m proud’
I'm cowed.
As I’ve grown older
I’ve become bolder.
The wonders of acceptance
Are now resistant.
All the overthinking
All the overachieving
Is slowly sinking.
My testimony shows
All my knows.
The knows of trying
The knows of crying
The fear of dying
In the qualifying
Of being accepted.
I’ve been deceived
By what I’ve achieved.
I now know where I belong,
All the people I walk among
Their silent voices are wrong.
I am enough
I am tough
I am enough.
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
Travellers: The Singer - Poet
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
Travellers: The Singer - Poet
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
Travellers: The Singer - Poet
Sunday, I take out a bowl.
Monday, a spoon.
Tuesday, open a box of Cheerios,
Pour a few in.
Wednesday, the milk.
Thursday, I spoon some in and chew.
Friday, wash the bowl and the spoon.
Saturday, put the bowl back on the shelf,
The spoon in the drawer.
Sunday, I take out a bowl.
Ground fenced becomes a fall garden
deterring squirrels' and rabbits' play.
Guard the soil that winter will harden
defeating Indiana clay.
Gilded tulips (unsightly bulbs' pardon)
deserve a diadem come May.
Dreams fade not away;
Our active efforts bring us
The crown of glory.
I sit here, staring at the page,
Hands cold, breath shallow, mind in a cage.
The clock ticks louder than my thoughts,
Each second stolen, each answer lost.
But I won’t give up, I won’t give in,
This battle is hard, but I’ll still begin.
I’ve come too far to let fear decide,
I’ll rise, I’ll push, I’ll stand with pride.
They say, “Just focus, you’ll be fine,”
But they don’t hear this war in my mind.
The weight of ‘what ifs’ presses down,
One wrong step, and I might drown.
Yet it's not about just numbers, not just scores,
Not just a race to perfect doors.
I have dreams, and I will fight,
Through every storm, I’ll find my light.
So I place my hand upon my chest,
Feel my heart; I am doing my best.
I trust myself, I will break through,
My dreams are real, and I’ll make them true.
Like a Wind.
Bon Voyage,Love to grasp.
In return happiness I find.
Like a Regal Aura of Current.
From place to place,Slowly and Gently.
Only to Find a Land to Rent.
I hope for Love.
Better days ahead.
Peace so Priceless like a Dove.
Written by: ESV.TIMIPRE BRIFINI.
The mirror of a life that’s mine
Sits journeyed in the wall.
The face is young, its glance is not,
As old and young recall.
The answer, fading, pauses there
Though burning in the mind,
Young again to feel the world,
Yet aged well like fine wine.
We can just once have been there young,
Where now we cast, as old -
Our image into moistened eye,
Both now and then, to hold.
The most splendorous success was man landing on the moon
The most splendorous success was Christ Jesus surfacing on Earth
Yes: The most splendorous success was the moon meeting man
I am going to draw koi fish on my nails.
Tiny little things, swimming free in a sea of blue
they can’t see the end of.
But I can.
Everything has an end.
You must remember: live life with your eyes set below that dark horizon.
Everything has an end.
Everyone has an end -
a means they’re gunning towards.
Do not set theirs as your own.
I am going to draw koi fish on my nails
(a task rewarding in its effort and focus)
and for a moment,
the sun shining in from the window washes over me,
broken up though it is by my blinds.
Sitting here, doing jackall, is rebellion
against a society that reduces humans to numbers
and their potential for profit.
I am the light of the sun.
I am my love for my friends.
I am my interests
(and you know the best part?
I have many yet to discover, many yet to be at).
I am all that I give and all that I wish and all I surround myself with.
I am the koi fish I draw on my nails.
I am going to draw koi fish on my nails.
Tiny little things, swimming free in a sea of blue
they can’t see the end of.
But I can.
Everything has an end.
You must remember - live life with your eyes set below that dark horizon.
Everything has an end.
Everyone has an end - a means they’re gunning towards.
Do not set theirs as yours.
I am going to draw koi fish on my nails
(rewarding in its effort and focus)
and for a moment,
I just bask in the sun shining in from the window,
broken up though it is by my blinds.
Sitting here, doing jackall, is rebellion.
I am the light of the sun.
I am my love for my friends.
I am my interests
(and you know the best part?
I have many yet to discover, many yet to be at).
I am all that I give and all that I wish and all I surround myself with.
I am the koi fish I draw on my nails.
With success I feel joy,
there is great gratification with succeeding,
I enjoy.
I feel the glee;
fulfilling of promises bleeding,
the key.
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With success I feel joy,
fulfilling of promises bleeding;
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