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What do your Future Hold,
I am told that yesterday prepare you for today,
Today prepares you for tomorrow,
Tomorrow is the beginning of today,
It will determine your FutureNow,
If you don’t start today,
You won’t be ready for the future now,
Tomorrow will never come,
It is always today now,
Now the future is the things hope for tomorrow,
The evidence of things not seen today,
Whether you believe it or not,
It’s true.
If you make a plan and it does not work out,
Don’t quit, reequip, start over again,
Write it down plain, where it can be seen,
Practice it, and it will get better,
Make correction as you go,
Take it slow you know,
Be patient not a fast food syndrome,
And you will know if it’s the right thing to do,
You are ‘The FutureNow’.
You'll never amount to anything
That's what I was told
I stop believing what people spoke
It was getting old
I had full control of what and who I let in my life ??
Trying to fit in people doing things to me that wasn't nice
Talking about me
In the inside I was torn
Just was trying to make a way didn't mean no harm
Felt like the more I tried to do
I'd stumble
May have fell a few times
But I didn't crumble
Trying to escape though
Not that im ungrateful
Just trying to figure out how can be so hateful
Never let your obstacles get the best
Your a conqueror you can pass this test
Its nothing to it
But to go ahead
And really do it(do it)
Quit doubting
Its time for rerouting (rerouting)
Take a look at yourself
And just embrace it
Yes you can do it
Now its just time to face it
Don't put a limit or limitation
To get you out
Out of certain situations
Its a shame
How you will let the past
Determine the future (future)
Everyone makes mistakes that should suit ya
Nobody on earth is perfect
Lets make the best out of life
Lets work it
Put your smile on
Show etiquette,Speak highly
Got the faith inside me
With that along I can do(Thank you Lord)
Whatever I put my mind to
Its nothing to it
But to go ahead
And really do it(do it)
Quit doubting
Its time for rerouting (rerouting)
Take a look at yourself
And just embrace it
Yes you can do it
Now its just time to face it
Everybody knows like I know
It starts with self
Cant dwell on everybody else(everyone else)
You have to have room
For success
Even at your worst
Somehow it shines your best
No matter what you going through
The ultimate decision is up to you
For the better you could change
If comfortable you will remain
Promise you theres nothing to it
Than to go ahead and do it
Its nothing to it
But to go ahead
And really do it(do it)
Quit doubting
Its time for rerouting (rerouting)
Take a look at yourself
And just embrace it
Yes you can do it
Now its just time to face it
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
10/6/2015
While walking my dog in a field one day,
a massive black bull appeared in the way.
It snorted and grunted and pawed at the ground,
I could tell by its face that I couldn’t walk round.
Now here was a problem, I had to think quick,
although in my stomach I really felt sick.
To run, or to stand there and mirror it’s stare,
the steam from its nostrils showed ‘it’ didn’t care.
Well in for a penny and in for a pound,
I ran at the beast as it stamped at the ground.
Screaming with terror, I must have been thick,
and me only armed with a very small stick.
The look on its face as it snorted with rage
turned from pure anger to one of amaze.
It turned and it trotted right out of my sight,
while I started shaking with all of my might.
My dog, then no coward, took up the chase,
and barked at the bull as it left in disgrace,
while I caught my breath and wondered just why,
I hadn’t been gored and tossed high in the sky.
This story is fiction, I’d tell you no ‘bull’,
but in my young days all the girls it helped pull.
When I meet trouble I face it head on,
though some say it’s easier to carry a gun.
The gun that I carried was my silver tongue,
though now that I think, all the girls liked that long,
but back to the story, that ‘nearly’ is true,
this tells of those problems you cannot work through.
There’s been times in life with no way around,
and truthfully this is what I have found.
Don’t stand there and take it, be sure you bite back,
even when screaming, just narrow the gap.
If you leave some space to let troubles take hold
and never take action, but let yourself fold,
then you’ll carry them with you for all of your days,
they only get worse and determine your ways.
So what if you’re frightened, or maybe get hurt,
face up to life’s terrors in one sudden spurt.
Grab the damn problem by scruff of the neck,
what is there to lose, when your down on the deck?
Then just like my bull, if you meet it head on,
you may find it’s not real, but it ruining your fun.
The problem’s invented by ‘me’, I have found,
are the ones that are hardest for me to get round.
So real or imagined don’t stand there and stare,
just run at them screaming and don’t give a care.
If they disappear, you make shake for a while,
but even if ‘tossed’ you may rise with a smile.
Ivor G Davies
My world is random, for it’s what I expect
Yours might be orderly, more’s the pity
My world is flexible, dancing her way past the gym
Your world might be lifting weights
We skip toward the bakery for our scrumptious donut
I believe life is like death
You get what you expect
If you expect sadness, dourness, sourness, meanness,
Guess what?
If you expect joy, hope, faith, and positive affirmations,
come and sit by me
I think our souls and imaginations determine our world.
There is no fate, there is only free will.
Free will that plots our life and our death
I know my death is going to be more life than my life.
How is that for free will?
When you don't see love,
Just go to the sea.
Make the sea breeze
As your love letter,
To send your love for free.
The sea is vast as ocean
So as love is simple,
Yet so unfathomable.
The heart is one foot
In between your head,
Yet so far at a distance,
So deeply felt unrestrained.
The mind is green when tame
While heart is red in passion,
To determine what is mystery.
Like the sea sometimes troubled,
Yet so gentle as the giant.
Love is peaceful as plain desert,
Tranquil yet so desolate to solve.
It needs two people to humble,
The troubled water by shared force.
By looking at distance shore,
Start paddling is a step to go there.
Where heart is poor the mind is willing.
It takes two to tango and dance the wind.
This sea of life is love to a brave.
The shore is way up there,
To get love and life the best.
Whose nerve never give up is strong,
To the sky the bravest we all belong.
Grow old along with me:
The best is yet to be!
1
A reed in hand, she comes
Harping a decree of the ancients
Weeping for joy of the prospects
Of our ancestral sceptres:
Swords forged for peace and liberty!
2
Measure this peace of peoples
Sing in the heights of future wars
The shrubs shrug for the cedars
To be cut in the contempt of peace
Prowl in the secrets of sad glories!
3
Freedom is the very word,
A word to be heard in prophesies!
Is she deceiving the celebrate folks?
In markets: mere fools, sad
Tho’ the gods demand the sacrifices!
4
The voices were heard
Far from the Niger’s shores;
O the lagoons quartered the talks
The discourse that could
Determine the flow of Niger’s tears!
5
A white angel blew the trumpet
Humming a foreign dance-style
A native dancer lept into the sky
Calling his neighbours to the stake
Of powers, of shy cry and mourning!
A most remarkable parish spire! and, widely acknowledged as
Just such...constantly commented upon being seen for the
Very first time.
Pressed into the church's soft sandstone walls, the shallow
Indentations from ball and shot left over from when the
Roundheads had came this way;
The Royalists did determine to fight to the last man...
Or so it was, reportedly, thus contendend.
The sky above as hollow as a cathedral's resounding dome; and
Possessing a sort of wild, uncharted immensity...
And not a bird singing...not a single bird in flight.
A strangely discomforting sunshine began to gently filter
Through the moitionless leaves on the already limp branches
Of the pale trees;
Spots of sunlight dappling the pavements and roadway,
Lying patiently underneath, with a hesitancy akin to
Reluctant rain.
Pausing in Sainsbury's carpark, I half turned:-
The slow, dulled, monotonous clanging of the grieving bell
As it relentlessly mourned the passing of it's beloved Queen.
People moving about me with measured deliberation as if on
Stage acting a part in a Victorian Drawing-room play.
Cars and vans drove more slowly...perhaps they were compelled
To do so by sudden divine intervention? ...or an inexplicable
Sense of spiritual duty?
Some great, unseen, all-powerful white God who had visted
Each of them in their dreams and threatened one and all with
Terrible retribution...and quite rightly so to my way of
Thinking.
And still the sobbing bell tolled...for it was determined to
Command this sombre day.
Hope :
As it is well known saying,
Hope for the best.
Hope is like a feathers
Giving Flight to a soul that dreams.
Hope is an anchor,
Holding Fast Against Stormy seas,
I say Hope is a pair of Glasses.
Coloring the world for those who believe.
How will human being survive through a life successfully ?
It is because a “Hope”
That increase the human will power ,Success level ,make him ambitious ,determine ,courageous about his tasks/Goals.
Then he make a Plan
He make decision
He make his Life.
He take his Destiny.
He achieve his goals and targets.
Blessed People always know
Hope is only a weapon.
Through which he will take his all dreams come true.
Whenever,Man stop to hope.
He will die inside.
He fail to achieve his tasks /targets /goals .
If he stay positive to be hoping for best,he get good.
If he stay negative about his hope,he automatically get wrong.
Hope increase human wishes ,feeling ,desires.
So he work hard or his level best to achieve his target.
If there is no hope,there is no proper life .
Hope is a kind.
Therefore
I mix with hope
Hope is swift.
Therefore I run with hope,
Hope is brave.
There fore ,I collect boundless strength from hope.
Hope is sincere,I invite hope ,
To accompany me,
To the Golden Shore.
If money is your hope for independence,
You will never have it.
The only real security that a man will have in this world is a
Reserve of Knowledge,Experience and ability.
Never give up Hope.
Situtaions can change over night,
And problems can dissolve in the light of a new days.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran (Aliza Mukhtiar )
When did you start hearing voices,
when did they start making choices
to determine your world
and crack that first bottle
or did the first pipe full smash on the throttle
sending you racing
downhill into the unescapable maze,
driving deeper into the dense purple haze
of paranoia?
I don't see the people you say are watching,
or the man living under the floorboards
and the plan he is notching
to murder you while you sleep,
if the drones "they" keep sending
don't sweep in and reap
your forma mentis for metanalysis,
or psychoscopic phenomenographic cogitation,
or steal your cannabis first,
and I can barely comprehend;
your unreal reality is a fine damned
mess for the rest of us!
Life is only to be this much and nothing more
Learn to simply forget those memories unnecessary to recall
Unforgiving is time to bid one’s undesired sorrows to end
Embrace the feelings taught less to enable oneself to further comprehend
Never once is time the reason to forgive misfortunes eventually
It is upon oneself’s choosing to be in acceptance willingly
Ignorance speaks profoundly towards those of insensitive souls
Incapable of acknowledging what truth purely enfolds
The flow of time is inexcusable in the desire to naturally heal
In turn, it is form only for the existence of moments to reveal
Yet to you, time is birth from an entirely different origin
Echoing life and death throughout another world within
Soon to be will you learn of which all is meant to be
A world where one has not the upbringing to believe
If you would only listen to which most would ignore
That of one’s choosing will questions be answered in difficulties no more
Time awaits… awaiting its bearer is the unsealing time
Be in acceptance and one be assured will not be forsaken behind”
{I have a dream that I can fly
With moments simply passing by
Due at times, I remember no more who am I
Yet I care less to ask even why…}
And I awoke disorientated from the trance
Finding myself lost and alone once more in my room
Though lonely, I certainly felt calm
And knowing earnestly, I’m to meet The Askance again soon
As I begin to see life in a different light
I realize that his coming has a deeper reasoning beyond
A mystery as black as any night
Is truth to reveal itself if with time I’m to travel along?
Having enabled myself though not totally
I’m somewhat sadden by how most humanities had blindly live
Can life truly, I determine honestly?
Yet the forbidden has un-forbid me to believe
Perhaps I should seek answers of his origins!
Why is serving time, presenting our acquaintance?
To live a probable life of wondrous dreams
To truly accept what reality terms the unacceptance
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