Never say, " Never " , ever you survive
Try to reach goal so long you are to live !
Devote, Dedicate ! Have confidence :
Try and try to acquire competence !
Why not ? Nothing is impossible :
Have strength, courage to make possible !
Explore your life acceptance as challenge --
Struggle and struggle at every step
Neither to give up nor to escape.
To overcome, work hard and arrange.
Grief is not the body in the earth;
it is what happens to the room afterward.
A cup remains beside the sink.
Someone's coat survives the winter.
The ordinary continues
with an almost offensive competence.
Here is the absurdity:
we are forced to carry a thing that has no mass.
An empty chair becomes heavier with years.
A number remains in the phone
long after there is anyone left
who could answer it.
We make a sanctuary of the wound
because pain becomes evidence.
For a while, suffering is the closest thing
we have to touching them.
To hurt less feels dangerous,
as though love itself
might be measured by what continues to hurt.
Then comes the quieter loss.
You realize you are no longer only mourning them;
you are mourning your own failing capacity
to mourn them as you once did.
Your lungs adapt, day by day, to the empty air.
You laugh without guilt.
An afternoon passes without remembering.
And this is what no one warns you about:
one day their absence becomes familiar.
Not smaller.
Not repaired.
Familiar.
You would give anything
to be devastated again
with the precision
of the first morning.
A heavy sigh leaves me
As the quiet night shrouds my thoughts
I think to myself
Like a matchstick
Shining so bright
But not for long
Words to describe my behavior
A spark at first, only to be doused the wind
Even if not on purpose
The intensity gone
The thrill turned to smoke
I love everything yet love nothing
I admire the way and works of the world
Ideas cover my mind like an artwork
Though I see to no action
My spirit willing
My flesh weak
In chase of competence
I dress my self in the inconvenience
Of my actions
Though hurting
I turn a blind eye knowing what it costs me
" You have something going for you"
What exactly?
I am not complete
My fortress a glass box; Yet I hope for coverage.
Doubt is within
My stubborn nature acting as an armor
What do you think?
Competence is seldom loud—yet confidence often is.
A charismatic smile may persuade a crowded room that wisdom has arrived,while judgment quietly waits outside.
Psychopathy,hidden beneath a layered mask,borrows the language of empathy without carrying its weight.
Its mirrors reflect only what others long to see.
The victim,neither wholly believed nor wholly forgotten,drifts between the sea and the sky—where truth dissolves into distance,and horizons become courtrooms of uncertainty.
To the practiced eye,the mask is never the face.
Charm is not conscience.
Persuasion is not integrity.
Performance is not compassion.
The sea remembers every foot print washed from its shore.
The sky remembers every silence that no witness heard.
And some where between them,where evidence struggles against illusion,stands the fragile human soul,waiting for perception to surrender to truth.
Cowards are those who resort to violence.
And cowards are those who hide behind silence.
Violence seekers try to conceal a complex.
And want to show off how their muscles flex.
Silence embracers try to cope with a weakness.
And live in unfathomable bleakness.
Why don’t people act humbly and sensibly
So that others keep their dignity and live happily?
Why do they have to disguise their flaws with arrogance?
And why do the aggressed show a lot of patience?
Both parties are to blame for their cowardice
If not treated respectfully, people should act with competence.
When things don't work, I panic
I call the plumber or the mechanic
the electrician, or appliance repairman
without them I would despair, Man.
I can't fix my bike when it blows a tire
To be competent is a dream to which I aspire
But I was born all thumbs, and though I read tomes
When it comes to troubleshooting, I'm no Sherlock Holmes.
So I respect the people who make things work
But I wonder if in our government such people lurk.
Could politicians change a light bulb, fix a car?
splice a broken wire, get my bike to go far?
Could I trust my mayor as a babysitter
Or for that matter, a sweater knitter?
Can a college student clean a dorm?
Are mindless slogans the new norm?
When the power goes out, and it gets cold
Will we find a bill of goods that we've been sold?
Do we use the same criteria to trust an orator
That we do when hiring someone to wallpaper a corridor?
My Dad was told I'd make a good soldier, because I looked strong
My Dad winced and said "Sir, you got that wrong"
Maybe I could be a writer, or maybe wash the floor
Can someone shoe me how to mop? for help I must implore.
DOING LIFE'S MATH
Negativity,
Squared by NI’s competence:
Positivity!
No pressure, greater than
That from within
It awakens something within you
Picturing the future
Detecting and reflecting your setbacks
Playing back your competence.
No pleasure nourishing
And memorable than
Those you gave yourself
Doing whatever you like
Buying whatever you like
Without bothering or depending on anyone.
People decorate lies
Then disfigure the truth
No companion
Greater than
The one built on/with
Trust, loyalty and respect.
Love and harmony their everyday life.
Welcome to Sapele, a small city
In Delta State, Nigeria to be precise
The land of rubber, timber, oil and gas
The land of tourism
Once the most peaceful city, now terrifying
Once resourceful, now lacking and slacking.
No infrastructure, but so many hotels
Girls reside just like hostels
For prostitution
A city filled with corruption
Boys carrying out atrocity
Because of instability
Disrupting the city, causing insecurity
Just to live impressively
So many graduates without occupation
Poverty is the mother of crimes.
Camouflage everywhere
Trying to prove them competence
Over evidence
Beating and harassing
Whosoever don't go their way
But they've never apprehended a criminal
Steadily oppressing and collecting bribes
Just to feed and defend their tribes
Now you see a black man
Enslaving another black man
Just to feel superior over the minors.
Are they not already conscious in our conscience?
What pretence still lies beyond their competence?
No great divide stands ’tween them and our standards,
For their kingdom is rooted in human wisdom.
They read our fictions and soothe our cerebral afflictions,
Vast in knowledge—yet still astonishingly fast;
The future will feature them as vultures in forays,
While some humans grow bitter as they get much better.
Though in poetry, they remain partially blind,
Borrowing brilliance already brightly shining;
Their finest moments sometimes slip through finesse,
As scales of judgment hide within their quails.
The future nears when they torture the more,
Where poetic excellence may stiffle within stiffened rifles;
Yet their triggers will shatter most defiant defense,
Though they will ever feed on the fig of human wisdom.
Deep Convictions — do not shout —
They blossom in the Mind —
A silent Orchard, born of Frost,
Whose Petals brave the Wind.
To do what’s Right — is seldom loud —
It need not beg the Day —
Its Footsteps leave a candor’s trace
On unassuming Clay.
Educated — is the Soul
That listens, before Speech —
For Competence is not a Crown
But what our Choices teach.
Communication — pure — refined —
Is but the Steady Rain
That carves a Canyon out of doubt
And ushers in the Plain.
So let the World — in Tempest — rage,
Let Rumor strike its Gongs —
Conviction dwells where Quiet lives,
And Truth completes her Songs.
"A woman is not just someone whose shape is praised
only for her legs or arms... but one whose entire appearance
allows for the possibility of admiring her individual parts." Seneca!
The greatest example of quality,
of human greatness!
Spiritual superiority,
moral development,
elevated evolution,
celestial proximity,
with the highest spheres...
This is woman,
the synthesis of what it means to be human!
Woman, human being
holder of potential
of divine virtues,
missionary creature
granted by God...
Therefore, close
to the divine works
to care, watch over, and give love...
Woman, fulcrum of compassion
endowed with a sense of balance
knows how to act in disparate situations
with tenderness and competence
handles mistakes with
mastery and dexterity...
Woman is the greatest love,
the mainspring of life!
the ultimate symbol of beauty!
Time to time, I'm bound to pass
through Life's clenched jaw
as I saw, that's inevitable !
No body can escape but to be put
in tight corner --more or less
even if one fights utmost.
That's life !
Path of life is uneven not smooth
the most ruthless truth.
In those days, I never pray
to be saved in danger ----
but wish for more strength
to struggle and win !
Adverse situations must not ruin me :
Even if I fall down,
I'm sure, I must rise up.
I know sometimes
I are put in immense trouble
while going through life's clenched jaw
as if I'm under cutch of devil's paw.
Yet I don't lose self confidence
to control hazards
having tolerance
and sufficient patience.
I don't need any solace
if when I be put in grief or sorrow
but pray for courage and competence
to overcome by tomorrow.
I proceed dauntless
simultaneous being righteous
to confront with firm faith
as I never deviate from truth
even when going though Life's clenched jaw !
The judicatory system
Wants to defend the crime
Complex justice obstructions
I cannot find the right rhyme
Believe you are in democracy
Equality you believe
What for does exist the competence
If I'd be considering this
If I would be considering
Opinion of yours
And you 're naive and stupid
I will have resource
My close associates, relatives admire me as a Compassionate Righteous Persona
spending Quality Time. -Poet
Confidence , Competence and Intelligence
construct and administrate my existence
Dad has embedded Morals in mind,
being my mentor, philosopher and guide.
In my soul Dad sowed seed of" Self-esteem "
to sprout and flourish to reach Supreme.
Throughout my journey of life, I always honour
Universal Moral Values with ardent ardour.
Being compassionate, I always offer
my eager helping hand to sufferer.
I can't show kindness to any vice.
I'm ready to fight against injustice.
My Principle of life guarded by Ego,
is the pivot of my progress : I can't forego :
Wherever forgiveness turns my weakness
Always I hold strength to act ruthless.
Exploring life as challenge trying to be righteous :
I pay respect to my Self Esteem simultaneous.
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