Build your best life
Rate shift mindset
Surge flight upward.
Categories:
trajectory, dream, life, motivation,
Form: Than-Bauk
it's like you're the earth, and I'm the moon,
I can't keep myself from revolving around you,
your orbital pull I can't quite resist
so I'll bide my time till periapsis
but on this periodic orbital trip,
my time with you I'll surely miss,
although I know that you wont stay,
our distance grows each passing day
our push and pull guide manifolds
in complex planes our boundaries wane
trajectories chaotically change
but still momentum stays the same,
perhaps this apoapsis wont
leave me choked in the throat,
i just hope your delta V,
wont tenderly escape from me,
because this two body problem,
isn't as simple as it would seem,
when we’re circling stars
in this big, wide, galaxy
Categories:
trajectory, anxiety, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Awake, in the silence of the night, a sound is heard
Winds of change whisper heaven’s secret Word
Breaking free the chains that bind and enthrall
Declaring the call to rise and stand tall
With the dawn breaking, a new day's light
Illuminates paths previously out of sight
A shift in the cosmic battles unfold
Guiding us towards our futures yet untold
Seek and activate angelic intervention
To navigate life's complex situation
Trade moments of doubt and despair
For destinies, beyond compare
Call angels to descend, their might to bestow
Guiding us through life’s trajectory high and low
Embracing life’s crown with a heart full and light
Arise beyond ups and downs, reaching new heights
Categories:
trajectory, courage, inspiration, light, night,
Form: Free verse
Career
Prepare well
Discover purpose
Help make the world better
Fulfilled
Categories:
trajectory, career, success,
Form: Cinqku
Anarchy is witnessed,
Strategy is called for,
Youthfulness is called upon,
Execution is on the roll.
Motivated by materialism,
The conscience is sold out
Indiscipline rules willfully, and
Fear is the air to breathe.
Scenes of violence all over
Generated by the “gods”
Yes, the "gods"and barbarians of the “science of power”
Leaving nothing but an eyesore
Venoms of influence are pryingly invited and spat out
Igniting a scene of social unrest, and
They sit in the comfort of their abode. Whilst,
Observation becomes the ally of their misdeed.
Horror is witnessed
Sorrow is the bitter taste.
Terrorism yet to be invited and
Saboteurs, oh yes, Political Saboteurs pry in their abode
Rationality conflated with conviction is consulted
Options are laid nakedly on the table
Complex is the choice to be made
Yet, a decision must be made.
Let them be combatant of their own combat.
By,
Augustine A. Harun Jnr.
AJ Harun
Categories:
trajectory, political
Form: Personification
Pristine blank page,
please rouse most sage
to open wide,
no time to hide
the applesauce
dabbled across
my graying chin.
Endings begin
to manifest
beyond our quest
as consequence
provokes events
in frantic spin
to obscure sin:
a grounded arc
within the dark.
Categories:
trajectory, philosophy
Form: Couplet
My trajectory was perfect
I was directly in your path
Still some how you missed me
What is up with that?
There is a lot of space out there
My aim must not be true
Or you are better at avoiding
I didn’t see that in you
I thought it would be a dead on hit
Our worlds would just collide
With stars and fire crackers
And all that love provides
But you put up your force field
And deflected my advance
Now I’m spinning off in outer space
My solar system crashed
Spock could not have done better
Scotty can’t beam me up
My star trek is all over
Not in Kirks’s lineup
Very clever, very shrewd
A lesson I have learned
My solar shield is dented
My ship has crashed and burned
Categories:
trajectory, fantasy
Form: Verse
Wretched humanity passing through a space
Chosen to be born Chosen to be mournful
Woven webs with wisps of waste
Here to discover from the arms of a mother
So misplaced
Some mortal soul striving to succeed
Planted firmly willful pouring greed
Purposeful need wrapped up in treasure
Blatant inadvertence of mans frailty lost in forever
So few, so few see beyond their acuity
Not yet achieved fluent ingenuity
So they sail into a distant blankness of commutativity
Categories:
trajectory, confusion, introspection, life
Form: Free verse