Evil people thrives and Rejoice
In hurting others, to them
It's fun, until the day that
Justice comes knocking at
Their door and repays them
People who wheels power
Think that they're invincible
And will do anything to
Keep it
"The constant feeling of melancholy made me embrace it. I learned to be happy with it resting on my shoulder."
— Rodrick Kamen JNR
"Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow" -- AP J Abdul
Poetry in it pure gold medallion well refined is choice
Forced on individuals based on circumstances that paint emotional influence
Where its affluence set out the pale ink a voice
And with accurate battle with the mind troubled cent congruence
To bless thy grace that peel off the time's invoice
Poetry is the view that capture wonderful clash with flashlight
Its lyrics are girls' auto tunes that ease her plight
Of beckoned scenario captured for memory lingers on vital reference
Its referents pour out a layout well planned sketch preference
Poets reflect on its life's tempos when he had alight
How can America
Be healthy again
With so much
Processed food and
Chemicals in our drinking water
No one is going
To blindly jump into unforeseen
Waters, not knowing where
It's going to take them
You can't just choose a person
To be the anti-Christ
Only God knows
Who it will be
"Tis a chancy thought, that life is but clear fantasy,
more, a traumatic nightmare of what gives man such glee
as to desire (and make) a fortune and call it justice.
I leave you with these words from John Williams', Augustus...
“One does not deceive oneself about the consequences
of one's acts; one deceives oneself about the ease with
which one can live with those consequences."
Is mankind most likely to highly treasure that which he abandons?
Love’s moonbeams, collectivist pleasures, cast spells much like charlatans.
Dancing with the devil is dangerous, not discerning the degree of no return.
Does choosing the protagonist purpose in life justify heaven eterne?
“Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge, it is thinking that makes what we read ours.”
- John Locke
We need, God sense.,
Not non-sense.'
"You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today." - Abraham Lincoln
My self-worth in tatters, still fraught with regret.
Future seems dim, no accomplishments met.
Live for today, they say nothing else matters.
Still fraught with regret, my self-worth in tatters.
Contemplate addressing it today, all else is the same.
So self-absorbed and I failed to extinguish the flame.
Define a problem and a solution is on its way.
All else is the same, contemplate addressing it today.
Opportunities gone by, the outcome will never be known.
The sun always rises, as it did today, so have the seeds sewn.
Evading your duties today, will double them, on that you can rely.
The outcome will never be known, opportunities gone by.
Life is what you make it, and there is nothing totally certain.
The answer is not to hide behind a safety net, throw back that curtain.
You wont score a goal, if you dont take a shot, step up and take it.
And there is nothing totally certain, life is what you make it.
“You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today,” a quote attributed to Abraham Lincoln, is a timeless statement emphasizing accountability and the necessity of confronting challenges head-on rather than deferring them. It underscores the principle that inaction today merely postpones problems, often making them more complex or difficult to address in the future. As procrastination is a suppressant of time, the resolve is left for the morrow, where time is none to spare. Of such is the case of the unresolved, being tethered on a leash, when it bites untamingly.
We come into this world, just inklings of the people
We will one day be, little lights – like stars
Reflecting what God has for us, so many possibilities
"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us."
Will we light up the world with our smiles?
Will we throw caution to the wind with our visions?
Will we send joy into the broken and the maimed?
Will we destroy the darkness with our gentle?
We come, hoping to grow into our purpose
Find the meaning, the reason, the intention
We come, without expectation for perfection
Knowing we’ll mess up, make the wrong choice
We come, knowing the angels are watching,
Ever revealing the light at the edge of each shadow
The abundance of a love that lasts throughout forever
Reminding us why we are here, and things come together,
Assuring our souls that we’ll know the One who silences
All the fears living inside of us…. Yes, we come into this world, unknowing spirits
who’re told by the One who created us to show the world
That love is real… and He sent us to reassure – He is ever near!
They might try to help you feather your nest
So that they can come back to steal your eggs.
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