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My Shadow

Though it never
Laughs like me
Sheds tears like me
Screams like me
Delight like me
Sad like me
Scared like me
But it's a sincere follower
Always beside me
Struggling together with me
Through all my endeavours
Regardless of success or failure
And so I never feel lonely in this world
Although it was never mentioned
Who created the shadow
At the very beginning
But from the very bottom of

Categories: endeavours, confidence, loneliness,
Form: Free verse

Life-Building Endeavours

For your life-building endeavours:

assisting with truth assurance
buttressing by wisdom-bracing 
caring along compassion cost
directing toward development doors
exemplifying virtue edification
fortifying faith to fight falsity
gearing midst goodness-guidance
hoisting through hope’s herald
instilling values of worthy influence
joining us in every learning journey
kindling hearts for glowing kindness, you deserve great commendation!

Lovingly, I dedicate to you this tribute poem, thanking you: 

Ma’am and

Categories: endeavours, appreciation, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Abecedarian

For In His Gaze I Dwell

When all is said and done
The world will keep on turning
Our spirit lives on and goes before
True to our Lord and his creation
Making our way forth to what may be.

For in his gaze I dwell
For in his heart my heart
For in his being mine own

From childhood I have wondered
How would my life evolve
Would my endeavours

Categories: endeavours, dedication, destiny, devotion, faith,
Form: Blank verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Poetic Endeavours Are Not Meant To Cure Us. Part 7-Humane Echoes.

Lacerate the boils from resplendent shades.
The skeletal wolves tremble from nose to tail.
Vomit soaked in blinded lips.
I echo the thoughts of a maniac.
But they differ greatly.
For I am more or less humane.

Categories: endeavours, angst
Form: Free verse

Poetic Endeavours Are Not Meant To Cure Us. Part 6-Howls.

I hear howling wolves growling in the gutter.
Rivers of torn flesh pour forth from the gates of sin.
Philanthropists boast with a nasal mutter.
Subliminal shrieks create a rising din.

I sit rigid in suspended animation.
Skin pulled apart by great demonic wolves.
A punishment I shall soon double in revenge.

Categories: endeavours, death
Form: Free verse

Poetic Endeavours Are Not Meant To Cure Us. Part 5-Alone

I just want to be left alone
I just want to be left alone.
Shrill trumpets bellow in the distance.
Leave him alone
Leave me alone.
Impotent I fall through the seams of murder.
Alone,alone,alone.
Eccentric muscles peel themselves away from bone.
Close the shutters.
Because I am gone.

Categories: endeavours, angst
Form: Free verse

Poetic Endeavours Are Not Meant To Cure Us. Part 4-The Womb of Creation

Alveoli burst in seething pain
Green bile floods out of lacerations.
Cruciform expletives implode into disaster.
I slice cornea's from my weary eyes.
Scum stained nails rip teeth from jagged mouths.
I stood in the womb of creation and cried.
Assailed on all sides by the blinding dark.

Categories: endeavours, depression
Form: Free verse

Poetic Endeavours Are Not Meant To Cure Us. Part 3-The Same

In the end we are all the same aren't we?

Categories: endeavours, hope
Form: Free verse

Poetic Endeavours Are Not Meant To Cure Us. Part 2-Chaos Becomes Me Well

Emotionless wrist cutters scream in chaos.
I spit black horror in their stupid faces.
Sycophantic bastards burn in the flaming pits of hell.
But me I break spines and hearts in equal measure.
Brittle bones splinter in both directions.
A lack of brains paints me sombre.
If all of creation is against us, then why do we carry on existing.
Right-sided circles

Categories: endeavours, depressionme,
Form: Free verse