The clarity of it all.
The glitter of the noise once enveloped,
Burst out into bits of incertitude.
It should be succinct but,
Sounded like a rippled sense of warning.
A threat that was also a hug.
The glitter was an emphasis;
It wasn't gold.
With the puny efforts of a supposedly scented life,
While the garments are continuously hemmed with unkept promises,
Neman held the outstretched hands.
Hands wide open but scarred.
Wondered if it was right to hold them;
The noise once enveloped;
The sound of it all;
Neman told me it glittered more.
Like a starry vision with tingles.
Holding those hands with a fidget.
To let go or not...
Platitudes of gratitude
reveal a shallow attitude
A plentitude of finger food
does not result in pulchritude
Multitudes of semi-nudes
enhance a life of turpitude
Inaptitude and incertitude
pave the path of ineptitude
FEAR
The horrors of the night
The deafening noise of the porch-climber
Awful beast creeps
What will I do?
Uncertainty filled my fate
Mystification of cosmos
Stupefaction of humans
What could that be?
Tiny creatures squirm
unknown sounds infrequently heard
Incessant foot steps approaching closely
What do I do?
Incertitude engulfed me
Could it be night Marauders?
Maybe it could be myth
Where will I go?
Help ! Help ! oh help
They shouted with terrifying voice
Fixing a gaze at an apparition
Could this be a ghost?
Wake ! Wake ! Just wake up!
So a fainted voice came from within
Behold , I had been traumatized
With fear of the unknown tomorrow
FEAR
The horrors of the night
The deafening noise of the porch-climber
Awful beast creeps
What will I do?
Uncertainty filled my fate
Mystification of cosmos
Stupefaction of humans
What could that be?
Tiny creatures squirm
unknown sounds infrequently heard
Incessant foot steps approaching closely
What do I do?
Incertitude engulfed me
Could it be night Marauders?
Maybe it could be myth
Where will I go?
Help ! Help ! oh help
They shouted with terrifying voice
Fixing a gaze at an apparition
Could this be a ghost?
Wake ! Wake ! Just wake up!
So a fainted voice came from within
Behold , I had been traumatized
With fear of the unknown tomorrow
New stage begins
Where I have to beseech
everything included, not just
Money, food, job, compliance
But even sex!
What is this phase?
Which is too hard to live on
What is this chapter?
Of my life, which crumbles me,
Deteriorates me into pieces
And even restoring it's shape
Will be hard to recognize myself.
You say, it is the very end
To the state of being drained
Into the books, you say,
Its the time I repay you all
Back, oh really!!
Reckoning all of this
Makes me go crazy!!!
Where is my life?
Where can I rummage it?
In that particular profession!
Or in another phase of my life!
Drenched in Incertitude
And you say "life is how it is"?
I salivate to turn it over
I lust for creating my own world
Where I can flaunt whole world
Meeting everyone green-eyed,
Just to live my world, and
Bawl on top of my lungs
That "life can be different"
And it counts on yourself.
A prudent wife is from the Lord,
Having hope, faith, and endless love;
She believes in the Almighty,
Trusting the one true God above.
Her hope is just firm and steadfast,
Doubting not the glorious promise;
She fixes her mind on the sky,
Thinking of the heavenly bliss.
Her heart is full of tender love,
Beating in sweet, cool devotion;
She cares for her happy husband,
Making him feel her affection.
She follows in humility,
Showing her stance and attitude,
She meekly lets her life obey
God's laws without incertitude.
She is more than a precious gem,
She is admired and well adored;
Properties are parent's bequest,
A prudent wife is from the Lord.
Topic: Wife (Proverbs 19: 14)
I have shown her the worst that I could be but i don't think it wavered her love for me
I can't completely know but on this note is only right that more I sow
Everyday passes, she gives me more reason to let go of my problematic facets
Truth; i think i've been scared of getting hurt, so I built up a wall that limited my trust
She's hasn't given me a reason of incertitude, she's proven to have a heart of verisimilitude
I guess I have been holding back but not anymore, the cat's finally out of the bag
What more proof do I need, she's obviously the best person I've been blessed to meet
She sees me for who I am, understands me, appreciates me and still accepts me
Who does that these days? I guess I'm lucky I've found someone like that and she's bae
Her patience has been overwhelming and now in my heart, she is no doubt helming
Her level of understanding, I have underestimated but no more withstanding
I guess me always writing proves how she's interesting and how much she interests me
Sometimes saying I love her is not depth enough, cos more than any other person, she's beloved
N-ow that the end is near,
E-xert all your efforts to win;
L-ife eternal is at stake,
L-et the new vigor begin.
S-tart finishing the race,
A-s the time is running out;
Q-uest for the solid faith,
U-ntil you just find no doubt.
I-n early fifteenth of May,
D-on't let the fear interfere;
O-bliterate the incertitude, now that the end is near.
J-ust leave things up to the Almighty,
I-mpossible shall be made for your sake;
M-ountain and hill can be moved,
E-ven desert will turn into
L-ake.
A-im to leave things up to the Almighty,
S-ervants of God are prayerful;
T-earful supplication is heard,
R-emain strong, firm, and faithful.
O-pen your heart to God's mercy,
L-etting Him stop the bleeding;
A-llow Him to heal the wound,
V-ile weather turns into blessing.
I-n the world of incertitude, skepticism, doubt, and dubiety;
O-n January thirtieth Tuesday, leave things up to the Almighty.
I am being held hostage by a pressing force of incognizant, and I am impregnated in a world of spiraling storms of confusion.
Fragments of memories prods my mind. Sudden and swift memories of my failings and sins are but a measured minute of my life.
Why can't I remember slipping into this fog of incertitude, this doom pressing force of incognizant.
My heart grows numb against the days and nights that I spend in despondency.
Familiar faces shifts to peculiar and ill-boding images.
Solitude is a conundrum of emptiness. A bittersweet embrace.
My tongue is locked in an aphasia space.
My brain has forgotten its ability to command, and so my legs and arms have no will of its own.
I want to run away, run to a place that will strike a familiar note in my brain.
I hate being handled by strangers who pull at me and torture me with applications of abuse.
In a regular diurnal, my dignity is decomposing.
Despair is the song of my wretched soul.
I can not stop crying.
copyright Labyrinth of Life
Waking up with the demon digging your bowels
Imagining other marvels, your mind on a different level
Hit the streets with a system in discomfiture
Nose in the air as to flatter any future
People look around without seeing, eaten into by sins, remorse or even longing for a better being.
People got sores they can't heal, come across each other and can't feel.
I walk, ma mind away, and feel nothing
Nor the fresh air that I breathe, nor the fresh breezes from the beach,
I am digging a gap between my life and I, not even hearing the honking.
For I am dating with a siren
She’s sucking blood, killing my soul and drying my heart up
She extends my agony in silence
Depression is getting our life sucked up
Survival trauma,
Hatred, cost of living, pressure, consistency of need, incertitude, ignorance in all its bliss
Our life, a daily drama.......
EACH THING SUPPORTED BY INCERTITUDE
MERELY SMALL OR LARGELY BIG
EACH THING AT OCCASIONS IN MULTITUDE
SILENTLY THE SADNESS DIG
THE ASSISTANCE OF BRAIN
THE THUMPING OF HEART
CAN'T STOP ITS REIGN
WHICH CREATE GRIEF AS AN ART
ALAS! I M THE VICTIM NOW
AND FEEL HELPLESS INDEED
WANT TO ESCAPE BUT HOW?
AS IN MY OWN MIND IT BREED
I WAS JOVIAL, I WAS BLISSFUL
BUT NOW LOOK AT MY CREATURE
ALL IMAGINARY ALL FANCIFUL
MADNESS AND BADNESS PREACHER
IS GRIEF TO ENJOY
OR TO FEEL GLOOMY, DULL AND DIE
OR ACCEPT IT AS AN ACT OF JOY
BUT HOW? WATER IS IN MY EYE.
The life of mature minds
is aid to all silly clowns
adorn life and silently binds
and blooms each face and efface each frown.
The bluster of emotions, floods down
the mind and sheer delight glistens
on lips, and insipid nature drown
in delight, and to each incertitude silently listens
The drops of blushed desire with tinge
of fantasy and wild ecstasy drops
from minds abroad and bring
the sole being some consolation and passively props.
The restlessness of the soul
and uneasy hidden fears
and slow down incertitude rests all
and dim blur eyes literally tears.
The unreasoned thoughts perplexes and retards
and swarthy leaden eyes fails
the brimmed tear eye silently guards
but full emotioned, to visage dribblingly sails.
The mortal gazes at psyche as an urchin
with wild surmise and feel puzzled
to things unknown and admire with chin
up, full gape wide and blank eyes dazzled.
~ Though reeling ~
~ amid the hour ~
~ of my dolor, I ~
~ still could not ~
~ concur with ~
~ those who ~
~ say "Passion ~
~~ is all together ~~
~ fruitless", because ~
~ mindful of this I know ~
~~~ the acrimonious of ~~~
~~ heartalways become the ~~
~ marionette of their abhorrence, ~
and incertitude, as do the passionate
in their yielding to this certain way of
blamelessness and overt position of
~~~~~~~~ promise. ~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So I say if it were not for Grace
time would furthermore offend,
but for sheer delight the days
each one run on to the next
while illustrious visions of
the divine they fill each
moment, when I begin
to look for the lowly
reflection of loves
tender purveyance.
Furthering my resolve ...
and shoring up moreover this
truth, advancing he conscious
desire of Gods encouragement
for me, existent in the way of
this ever wholesome movement
and time of my transcendence
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~ As its validity moves me in my ~
weary soul deeper and deeper ...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~ within. ~~~~~~~~~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n8CzFVm1Yio
Daily thoughts
Over and over again spread their rumors
Uncertain about things
But certain enough to believe
Take my reasons...I brush them aside
See?... they are just doubts.
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