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Come to me.
If you have tried traditional methods and they don’t work.
You may enrol and I will help you seek what it is your looking for. Revenge or someone hurt you.
You should have some sort of skills to earn coins. It may take a long time so I won’t expect you to have them. I will help clear your mistakes.
You will do better in everything and learn as I may guide you.
I will give you ideas but expect something back.
I will appear to you as a vision or in a dream if I accept.
How long it may take is an individual case time.
You may sign the contract.
Sire Marcus Barracus.
“Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.”- Mahatma Gandhi
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Inner Strength
When clouds of despair shroud the mind
And darkness of night veils the soul
It is time one`s anchor to find
And the inner strength to enrol
To avert down a ditch to fall
Or head oneself against a wall.
Happy New Year To You
Happy new year, full of blessings
Along every day of the year
Pouring from the Divine up high,
Positive thoughts guiding your life
Yourself and dear ones to exalt.
New joys may the new year bring in
Exulting perfumes of success,
Wishes of yours may they turn true.
Years fly on swiftly as a bird,
Enrol them your dreams to fulfil,
Appreciate life with its beauty,
Rise above the humdrum of life.
To achieve goals set for New Year
Over coming days, weeks and months,
Yearn in safety to reach the port
On board of the celestial ship
Under captainship of the Lord.
Jack was born in 1981, but at the age of 18,
Was punched in his face so he was out clean,
He fell backwards to hit his skull on the kerb,
Which haemorrhaged his brain to fully curb,
His future as a Birmingham City footballer.
He’d been with the Blues since he was ten,
So after intensive care and recuperation’s den,
He flitted from local club to local club insane,
‘Cos it was so hard with his imbalance skein,
Neither could he twist nor head confidently.
Two years later, in 2011, after that fierce attack,
And after extensive rehabilitation - not to lack,
Because Jack was left with mild Cerebral Palsy,
The charity Headway pointed him to sport by CP,
So he joined the England 7-a-side footballers.
He’s captain of the team with his experience,
‘Cos many of the others were born, deliverance,
With CP, and so they don’t have leadership skills,
Or the training you get from the big clubs’ bills:
Jack is proud to encourage the squad on or off.
He is a mentor on Dame Kelly Holmes Trust, focus,
On the Get On Track program he does direct, locus,
And he’s behind other young people’s programs,
Like AQA Unlocking Potential to give people grams,
To enrol in college or Uni, or to train or to find work.
Jack’s attacker got a sentence of twelve months,
In a young offenders institution to wear the cloths,
But he only served six of them, such a light penalty,
For a sudden life-change, a twist to redirect destiny,
And Jack’s never set eyes on him again, no wish to.
He’s going to Rio to play firstly against the Japanese,
Where he’ll bask in the sun, so different from freeze,
He came 9th at the Intercontinentals 2013, the way up,
5th at the Euro Championships 2014, success to sup,
Then 5th at the Worlds in 2015, an even better victory.
Let Me Live My Life
All the greed and control, all I want is to live my life
All the schemes taking toll, all I want is to live my life
All the fear depicted in the news, I just want to live my life
All the lies told within their views, I just want to live my life
The government that needs control, just let me live my life
The sheeple that they enrol, just let me choose my life
The greed of the very few elites, wanting to control my life
The lost souls, feeling defeat, wanting some kind of life
We as a people, must rise up against these foul entities
We are beginning to understand who are these enemies
We are starting to awaken to the terrible lies being told
We are starting to realize our humanity is being sold
You must realize we all have a part in this insane play
You and I standing together as one, we do have a say
We can end this insanity if we stand strong and tough
We as the human race can say stop, enough is enough
April and the clocks forward spring,
our cricket practice gets in full swing.
Nets to untangle from their poles,
players to call and enrol.
Gang mowers to grease and oil,
the team kit-bag to disembroil.
Green stained pads to whiten bright,
fixture lists to expedite.
Mend the sight screen's rickety panels,
coax another season from my flannels.
Wash and iron the umpire's coats,
the score-box to creosote.
Tea urns to scour,crockery to rinse and clean..
a team captain's tasks routine,and unseen.
Cricketers good,indifferent,unsung,
across this land in a timeless sport played for fun.
Killick
Sailing across the voyage of life
Amidst witty wilful waves of trials
Often subdued with wicked wily spells of pains
Buffeted below the belt by wild woeful winds
Faith ever serves me as my killick
Never lets my boat run astray
Day and night holds me to the shore
Averts my drifting against rocks of despair
Holds me firm during tempestuous gales
Secures me during winters of distress.
When darkness of night veils my life
When hands of fate deal me massive blows
When clouds of loneliness enrol me
When the low tide subdues my spirit,
The killick, as a guardian angel,
Softly whispers in my dainty ears
To gaze at the heavens with flame of faith high
Comforts me its vigil will outlast my breath
And it will keep me company till judgment day
When my soul reaches the celestial sky.
For she'd said to us:
'Your friend is proud,
Pushing up his wretched arms,
Merging claims with ego,
Elating his soul in folly:
For pride goes before destruction.'
Prunning her words like grape,
His matter seem to escape.
Founding a pill to his aiment
Proferring solution to the carnivorous question:
Wether he too has a blur part.
I think i heard the lady reply him:
'No,not yet,i don't think you're flawed'.
And then he seem to be soothed.
Do you put your head in an haven,
Admonishing your heart to tarry for ease?
Do you seem to find shelter,
In human words constructed with thorns.?
Do you give yourself(by man's word) joy,
When confusion is to you coil?
"Give yourselve joy first to find joy in what other people give".
Do not enrol in the college of man wits,
Get a certificate and be to yourself an hermit.
18:01:17:17:49
Packing a suitcase
To take the road
Travelling light in a
‘Take everything’ mode
Instagram pictures
Pets in with the clothes
“I wish I could take them
But it just won’t close”
But what to do
When you can’t say no
To taking a dog
Wherever you go
When I go travelling
I have no choice
I take my dog
And my internal voice
A big black dog
Contained in my case
My luggage still light
Fixed smile on face
My dog called Dep
Goes all over with me
But my dog isn’t one
For all to see
He has is own passport
His surname is Ression
But here’s where I tell you
I have a confession
Metaphorical Dep
The dog
Clouds my thoughts
With a dark coloured fog
I try to leave him
He tags along
I’ve learnt to accept
He wants to belong
So we go together
Sometimes he decides
How we both feel
Where sadness resides
Sometimes, just sometimes
I take control
And in to some happiness
We both enrol
When you have a dog
Big, black, just like Dep
Remember the journey
Isn’t just one step
Form:
When people call me an atheist,
I just nod my head.
But never invite any hostility with them.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever seen me in a house of worship.
They may think so.
I puzzle when the same people say, “God is omnipresent.”
Some call me an agnostic.
Even then, I hardly respond.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever found me engaging in religious discourses.
They may conclude thus.
Whenever I express anything seeking clarity about cosmic order,
They won’t stop and call me a sceptic.
To be called a theist; shall we have to go on bestowing hymns?
No scripture has expressed it the only way of attaining Moksha.
What about Ben Adhem?
He urges to enrol his name in the list of those who love their fellowmen.
When everything is His manifestation,
Am I not a part of it?
What is real spirituality?
To me, it’s an endless quest to realize oneself.
Who am I?