There is something that is almost love
The artist's call to capture an existence, symmetrical and pure.
It is magnetic and yearning
prying open my chest cavity and rearranging the vital organs to make a home for itself.
I almost love him.
I do not; it is but a trick of the light falling across his cheekbones
A muse that sculptors would've envied
Yet my heart quickens, seduced by the imperative to interpret such beauty
I am not a moth to a flame
I am a muralist to a whitewashed wall
A composer in a quiet room
A sonnetist to a blank page
but then the moment fractures, its fragile potentials
puddling back into reality once more.
As I have always said in my life time,
Our youth are not just the future to come, they are ‘The FutureNow’.
What we do for them NOW will determine WHO and WHAT they will be
TOMORROW…’The FutureNow!
The future belongs to those who are willing to think
Out side the box, not allowing
Circumstances, situations and conditions
To stop YOU.
Think out side the box,
Because it has been given to YOU
Ideas, talents, gifts, and great potentials
And it is up to YOU
To practice, practice and practice
Until that becomes
Apart of you.
In this message
I may not have all
Of my periods, commons
In the correct place
But don’t allow that to stop YOU.
The Scripture says, “Seek ye first
The kingdom of God
And He WILL open
Doors for YOU.”
“Seek and YOU shall find,
Ask and it shall be given unto YOU,
Knock and the doors
Shall be open for YOU.”
The past is gone,
The present is NOW
And when The Future comes
It is ALWAYS NOW.
Tell me yours thoughts
On this matter.
Possible potentials persist,
Assisting the beings existing,
In a world they are resisting.
Revisiting moments,
Envisioning whole events,
As the experience unfolds.
Loads of memories,
Download a history,
The future a mystery,
Living now eternally,
Changing all that could be.
The possibilities before me,
Infinite to explore for free,
Becoming the reality you want to see,
Constantly creating different ways.
Everyday a new place to play,
Possibly infinite ways to go,
Choose one to help you grow,
Know you're the creator though.
If the stars could talk
They'll whisper in silence
Nothing but truth
Telling
we can't see or reach
Giving leverage
Awakening our potentials.
If the stars could talk
They'll say you can light up the world
No matter who or what you are
Either big or small
Teaching us not to settle for less but the best.
If the stars could talk
They'll say you can go from zero to hundred
And from hundred to zero
Dedication and determination
Are the keys for maintaining positions.
If the stars could talk
They'll say nothing bloom all year
Even the sun goes at night
Sometimes our spark fades
When we step into brighter light
That's why the stars always shines at night
Never at dawn, maybe in another galaxy.
A whimsical melody.
Or a ghostly one. It's always one.
On a hill. In the woodlands. Among
Oaks and birch trees wind
Twinkles in between layers of
The moment.
Moment - seems like something
Unequivocal
Yet the truth of it can never be fully
grasped. I get lost in the
Labirynths of understanding to find only
Misunderstandings. The rare clarity.
What makes a moment:
Colours, textures, scents, sounds
A world within or beyond
Me?
My mind. My past. My understanding of the past.
My sure
misunderstanding of the past. And the fact
That perhaps I just said 'I love you' or simply
'shall we grab a coffe'.
Or when I say nothing at all.
The Now
With infinite potentials.
Like a piece of clay I yet need to dare
To grasp. I think I need more courage.
Then I see that the next moment
comes to me
regardless.
30.08.25
As I walk through the land my Ancestors lay.
Blood fills the oceans, have we lead ourselves astray.
Seamlessly existing in an orchestrated plan.
Screaming false hope to countless souls responding ‘yes we can’.
All my concerns point to the future.
People’s attention being condensed, we’re living in torture.
Every aspect of what’s known has been taken.
Mind of a free man, will never stop until the agenda is shaken.
You think you see things, and yet your vision is impaired.
Get your eyes out of the tunnel scope.
Its okay you don’t have to be scared.
When you’ve accomplished, your soul fills with certainty.
That your influence is there, along with all the hope in the world you see.
Constant struggles, we bleed for our fellow brothers and sisters.
I could be walking with potentials, let me wash away my blisters.
Strength in numbers and we can be as tall as mountains.
Let’s all walk as one, towards the everlasting fountains.
It baffles me...
When you lose your warships
And life puts you in situationships
The mind gets disabled
Leaving you in disorder
Uttering your ability
Turning you into liability
Even when you're without disability
You start depending on others to survive.
It baffles me...
If you choose the matter over mind
Your thoughts and emotions begin to fail you
You'll start questioning or doubting yourself
Forgetting your potentials
You start loosing everything
Your confidence and people
Until you pick your spirit up, which is the mind.
It baffles me...
When you stumble, crumble or fumble
It becomes a trouble
Steadily disrupting your peace of mind
Causing mental bondages
When things don't workout for you
Because you know you're doing your best
Even when you try to find rest
Life steadily throwing you test
Never relent or regret, for it's part of the journey.
What is beauty?
Can I sing to it?
Can I bathe it in
Honeydew lotion
and read it ancient
love poems
as it fights the
gravity of sleep?
Can I feed it
pureed applesauce
and wipe its
dripping face clean?
Can I hold it in my arms
and feel the weight
of infinite potentials
I will carry on my
shoulders until it
finds place for them
on its own?
Can I grasp it
in the enchanting
gaze of a
Beautiful newborn?
I am human with the same dignity and power,
then why treat me like an alien?
Our skincolour differs, but we are all created and designed by one God and maker.
I have great potentials just like the white man,
But I am treated and rejected just because of my colour.
I undergo physical, emotional and social discrimination and suppression,
Just because my skin colour is black.
I have been enslaved and colonized by a foreign master,
Beaten and suppressed to accept a foreign rule,
Discriminated because of my elegant black beauty.
Striving to live and survive in this dominating world,
But all efforts seems futile.
I will continue to make efforts and see that my skin colour is appreciated and upheld in the society at large.
The Society Calls Me Black!
I looked into the mirror, but all that was painted was black,
"Blackey," they call me, but my brain isn't dark.
These potentials led to pits in the dark,
Welcome, the society calls me black!
I could have danced to the rhythm of their appraisals,
But my "Kolomentalism" left me in columns.
Like Matrix, I left my rows to get my arch,
The society calls me black!
My color made me the "?rú" in my territory.
With my possessions, I'm called an ape with so much savor.
Why must I obey?
The society calls me black!
With my sound base in the pharynx, why do I remain voiceless?
My talks went blank, so I was soundless.
Yet my intuitions are invaluable, but the locks that seized my voice are mysteries.
The society calls me black!
My uniqueness is now barbaric,
Living in a life that snares.
My "ila," the beauty, is now a mockery.
Because society still calls me black.
©Butterfly
The child, a budding blossom
with potentials yet unfold
Never out of sight
like a rare gemstone
giving a whisper of hope
With laughter and innocence
She explores freedom
In the midst of little souls
with innocent minds exploring
the world of friendship
Her beauty glowed
like the lilies in it's full bloom
Engrossed in the joy
playing out in the rain,
Every drop running
through her flesh,
waves of air through
every strands of her hair
She feels more alive than ever
With each passing moment
Her bloom unfolds
Every time I come closer
Away farther it gets
Without understanding
Whispered by a seeker
The More calm
The more insights attained
Insight gateway for success
Successful light worker
Illuminating the dark
Wisdom must be applied
Timid is the mind
Those addicts of pleasures
Relying on uncertainty
Can't find way to navigate
Through life
Find someone to blame
Rather than taking
Responsibility of mistakes
Acting all
Forgetting
time
always
comes
Around
Clock
Tick
Karma
Visit
Think, think
Never live
In your head
Thoughts
Emotions
Feelings
Mind what
You digest
Heart
ACT according to your potentials.
You can't buy it twice
Forget about it
First lovely
Awakened
Awareness
Lights
Everywhere
Security
Alerts
Behind
The bars
LIVE
Sentence
Decide
Consequences
Faced
Alone
Never seen a mad man with friend
Neither and
Never seen
A broke
Man
With friends
Winds of change
Blows
Away
All
A gateway, as one leads from Terra firma to the sea
Or a path leading to experiences and knowledge
A leap of faith to explore newer potentials, to free
My enslaved self, from every chain of self-afflicted bondage
My passage is not merely spatial; it's spiritual.
My space, from earthly to heavenly, is separated.
Realms are split from perishable to imperishable.
With virtues and values, verandas are decorated.
Divine vibes, like a million suns, moons, and stars, radiate
Cherubims lead my refined soul to the celestial home.
I shrug off the moments when all that was good I did hate.
The portals are all straight now; I no longer need to roam.
Communion of the earthly and heavenly portals show
Shoreless seas of grace wherein mortal souls merrily flow
Tinsel charm trees so bright how they shine on Christmas night
white snow falling gently calling, let us claim His light
forward into Christmas we are longing to ignite
as He gentles He potentials, He is power and might
Winter scenes and Noel gleams He is out of sight
this babe of love from up above has come to make it right
Beloved child of God Jul, riding on a mule they arrive tonight
that blessed family made of 3, such is our delight ...
Christ is born in Bethlehem touch his hem and heal thyself
yes he comes to save us all heed the call and share His wealth
lights and candles they do spangle as they roam with stealth
in a stable He is able, child of love and child of health,
Lights and candles how they spangle,
cling us to thy Holy Self...
Africa my Africa; of resources rich.
Aggressively wooed because her potentials enrich.
Africa the bride, historically bid for.
The continent dark with opulent fields to explore.
Your labour past prospered farmers of the Occident.
Your hidden value takes the gaze of the Orient.
Not even the world's giants can your 'dwarfness' ignore,
as they compete for potentials concealed therein.
You seek for succour but your abundance lies herein.
Your pleasant shores will no more the brain drain witness.
Your lush green will spring forth from your feigned wilderness.
Africa my home will her charming beauty unveil.
No more will your poverty stricken let out a wail.
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