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40 years emotion
My life is a testimony
Am closer to my second generational circle
It been a long memories
This year's past has taught me alot
Am great full for life
The journey has never been easy
And I am not in a rush to give up
Things that changes me has always
Been a challenge
In this long years
I have shared alot of my heart
Stretched my love
Gave my soul
Cos there is nothing to hold on to
Except my destiny and my God
40 years emotion
Dont tell me about a life with benefits
Cos am tired of rewards
There is no more roses for the good
In my generation
You earn what you value or
Leave to value what you can't earn
Am trying to leave my marks
I have repented from the lies of yesterday
Cos there is no more time for vanity
Either I live to love or
I die with my remedy
The world has never been fair
With it spots of darkness
My light is important to my soul
Till now I never stop keeping my fire burning
It been 40years of a life full of colours
And dreams
Up and downs
Reality and hopes
Laughter and cries
Joy and sadness
Happiness and depression
Growth and stagnant
Goals and disappointment
It been 40 years of success and failures
Despite the long nights of my days
Yet My life is a testimony
Cos through out this times
I give my best despite my pains in this
40 years emotion
it's Christmas night and the red cars are gone to spread the Santa's bottles
all the people are looking out the window to see the lights and heard the bells ringing
the gates of magic will open, and the elves will bring the presents under the Christmas tree
hey, you forgot to worship in the holy place. the child was born here
and the king of the world will bring peace to the earth. the three magicians went a long way to worship him
was born to show you that everything is possible through giving. devoting yourself.
the world is making the latest preparations for the Christmas meal. everything is clean, aligned, orderly
Moms and dads look happy, everything is ready, beautifully wrapped gifts
only the moon was looking out the window. looks sad. her light shines on each fir tree
love, dedication, exaltation... words full of the gratitude of the gift's slaves. we will pass this Christmas too
we will eat, we will drink, we will enjoy. to the surface because deeply in the soul is the hell... empty, cold and frozeen
it is precisely the end of expectations and failures. carpe diem. gaudeamus igitur...
Be kind to all my fallen failures.
Even when I’ve burnt my house down?
Even when I’ve broken homes in two?
Even when I am guilty of misbehavior?
I’ve experienced downward spirals mangled
Everyone deserves an upward trajectory
Keep my wings up at a shallow angle
Easy raptors ride the thermals in glory
After guilt weighs us down, tales begin
Higher and higher altitude with gratitude
Compassion in despair stretches its wings
Forgive my fallen soul, I have no aptitude
Kindness and laughter have left with my son
Left alone with a house of depression’s craft
My sinister wing broken weighs a ton
Keep both outstretched waiting for updrafts
It’s not tenderness that gets me churning
It’s the warmth bringing me to mid-flight
I spiral knowing the terrors of falling
Wait with kindness till I reach new heights
Yes, I’ve burned my house down so blue
But, ashes rise when there is smoke
Yes, I’ve broken my son’s home in two
But, there is peace in two nests revoked
I wait for strength to outstretch my arms
When I’m alone I should paddle up in gambit
With a choice to rise above despair’s charm
A shallow angle above zero can break orbit
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1 Corinthians 13:4
“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude.”
The steep hill of ambition, is paved with those failed tasks
The intention, and the hope, and all the other asks
The things that we were wont to do, but never did get done
Just because without belief, our success rate would be none
That is where the sadness is, the why I did not do
To be honest I don't know, I don't really have a clue
I have tried the lets be diligent, would we then succeed
But was I really serious, did I actually believe
Believing is the motive, the impetus and fuel
If you don't agree with that, you are nothing but a fool
Believing in a project, is half the task complete
The other half the easy part, accomplishing the feat
So when someone tells you, of the failures that they've had
How things looked so very good, and then they turned to bad
Tell them to be positive, but still take a lot of care
Assure them that if they believe, then they are halfway there
What If?
What if this strenuous struggle won't pay off
Or my toils would not vanish soon enough
What if destiny promises a deceptive future
Or my foresight over the years are mere blurry capture
What if these tussles would last for years
And failures would not stop to induce my fears
What if my aspirations are mere fantasy
Or fortune deters itself from my bumpy journey
What if success refuses to come my way
And doubters continue to mock my pains
What if I fail in the end
And turn a bad precedence from which others learn
What if I starve till I sprout grey
And hide at the sight of successful mates
What if the prosperous moments are not even promised
Or from this emotional woes, I couldn't get healed
What if I would bite finger at end of time
Telling pitiful stories to unforseen kids & wife
What if greatness is not meant for me
And this tears would continue to be daily meal
What if I end up as a shameful failure
And beneath my old age, hardship lurks
What if my heart does not find a solace soon
And I continue to live with dreary days & noons
What if I fail to make family proud
Or friends find deception in my unending vow
What if I wouldn't ride my anticipated Benz
Or have no shiny roof above my head
What if the bright moments refuse to come through
And kismet keeps me united with unending ridicule
What if I give up sooner
Having found no solace to sooth my burning heart
What if? What If?
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I feel sure that he knows my heart
And loves me more than I can know
With a love that is alive and full
Filled with a spirit of compassion
I know that he loves me more than I know
With a love that is unconditional and sure
Filled with gentleness and tender hope
Faith that assures me I have what it takes
Where I’m weak, I know He is strong
Wherever He leads, that’s where I go
How could I stop giving when He is there
Showing me about living generously?
I’m so grateful that He gives me His spirit
Fills me with sincere joy and acceptance
A willingness to be aware of his protection
And understand that He offers affection
With Him as a part of life and living inside me
I know that there is joy forever alive in me
Showing me the path to true freedom of the soul
And the direction to become who I know is good
He knows all about my sins and my failures
And He still loves me, despite my misunderstandings
He gives me the chance to try and do better
With a hope for tomorrow that feels me with purity
Wherever I go, there is assurance that goes with me
Showing me that true love like His abides within me
Reassuring my spirit that I have all I need with me
In the presence of His love, His spirit sent from above
Without Him, I’d be unable to do much of anything
He gives me the grace to reach out and toward my dreams
Makes a way for me to discover the truth of intimacy
With one who gives freely, without any conditions or limits
You see, I know Him as the best friend I’ve ever had
With Him, I’m so happy and never feel too sad
He fills my heart with faith, hope and love that gives back
A whisper of gentle knowing that He is my everything
If every man, ...ceased to hate and blame every other man for his own failures and shortcomings, we would see the end of every evil in the world, from war to backbiting.
-Grace Metalious from PEYTON PLACE
It happened on the fourth floor
Where there is no one to console
And every man feels sure he’s lost
The heart of his own dancing soul
It happened on the fourth floor
Where intimacy quiets the spirit
And candlelight muses are aware
There is truth beyond their conscious
It happened on the fourth floor
Where gentle waves of compassion sing
To those who share the blessings there
Amid a forest of sweet dreams and ideas
It happened on the fourth floor
Where there are echoes of truths abiding
Creating promises of love forevermore
Praising God for His unending love
It happened on the fourth floor
Brothers and sisters and mothers and sons
All came together to shine in the sun
Beneath God’s touch of unconditional love
The Fourth Floor of Nowhere Poetry Contest
Sponsored by craig cornish
September 15, 2020
The conflict that I’ll never let you see
Is one that rages here inside of me
I face the day and smile away the pain
Yet deep inside these doubts drive me insane
I strive to show a strength I know I lack
For none must know my soul’s under attack
The monster is within and not without
To end my life is what he’s all about
My failures he recounts with vicious glee
To prove that there is nothing good in me
I shiver when I hear his venomed hiss
That tells me I’ll not taste of heaven’s bliss
He flays my sense of worth; I’m left to bleed
I writhe in anguish, longing to be freed
Each day, a battle’s fought inside my mind
I wonder if the road to peace I'll find
And so I fight these waves to reach the shore
Where tempests of my fear will scream no more
And yet my soul is sinking in despair
If God exists, I wonder, does He care?
A prayer bursts from my lips, a desperate plea
“Oh God, you know this storm inside of me
Reach out your hand and pull me from this wave
Please intervene and save me from the grave!”
A sweet and gentle calmness fills my soul
As I let go and give Him full control
I feel my soul revive and conflict cease
For in my heart now reigns the Prince of Peace.
Eileen Ghali
Lovers are the men that every woman wants
and that every man wants to be
In the movies, he's the one who gets the girl
and the rest are just men like me
Loners are the guys who go their own way
and solitude is their best friend
They're at home with the quiet stillness of life
and have nothing to prove in the end
Losers are the ones with fearful minds
and secrets they dread to reveal
They tried and they failed and forever after
their failures they fight to conceal
It takes a wise man to know his place
and to live well in his own lane
For pretending to be anything else
he has little or nothing to gain
This is not to say that a man cannot change
nor improve himself or his lot
But he should be at peace with each step right now
for right now is all that he's got
© Mike Wise
5-21-26
On this brown, broken sofa
Here with my lonely guitar
Looking around in empty space
Orange is my only surroundings
Writing you songs about life
Or maybe about hopeful love
And even of my life's struggles
So many lyrics in my thoughts!
Out of these crowded alleys and corners
I'm nothing but a street guitar player
But I'm not of the penniless kind
For my melody will be the world's harmony
I could be pondering on a train station
Or alone in the dark, hidden roads
But my solace of my own success
Will be coming from a broken sofa
Don't be mistaken about this
For the sofa is not actually broken
What I really meant about this description
If the sofa was full of failures and loneliness
But all is not lost in my solitary life
Because my guitar is my true love
It's my endless passion of my feelings
And makes this street guitar player hopeful
This brown, broken sofa I'm lying on
The sorrows of struggles will be gone
You've kept my secrets and dreams
In which my success is great because of you
No matter where I travel in the world
Or the many people cheering around
From street guitarist to global music artist
I'll remember my true origins of my talent
Here, along with my lonely guitar
I go back to this small, orange space
Taking a long rest from my endless melodies
Brown, broken sofa... I now close my eyes