Just like this vessel, we all bear
Marks of struggle, signs of wear.
But beneath the surface, deep within
Lies the essence of who we have been.
Like a glass that has fallen
And shattered upon the floor.
You gather together its pieces
And hope it can be restored.
A jigsaw puzzle, a mosaic of colors.
Carefully rebuilt, one part against another.
Showing the beauty that creativity can weild.
Love the glue with which it is held.
All its flaws and imperfections
Make it even better.
You can only create diamonds
With extreme heat and pressure.
We like this vessel all have our scars.
Our traumas and experiences, uniquely ours.
We all are broken in one way or another.
It's what's inside the vessel we need to discover.
So let us embrace our cracks and dents.
For they are the marks of life's events.
Each one is a memory of a lesson learned.
Each one a badge of honor we have earned.
Our flaws the colors that paint our designs.
Don't be ashamed,
we all have cracks.
Yours are just different from mine.
Once in while I
Become jealous
In spite of my well
Composed self
I am considered in my homestead as
A gentleman with moderate dignity and
Integrity with calm and democratic manifestos
But no one knows
How I suffer and weild sword
Of vengeance and hatred
Whenever eve-teasers pass remarks
About your curls as " wayward clouds
Instigating a storm"
No one knows how my heart
Pumps bitter blood into my veins
When I hear a crow cawing -
"Look at his love
Who wears mascara
Borrowed from my wings"
Notwithstanding hodgepodge
Of becoming grey and dry
Like a heap of autumn leaves
I understand
How helplessly I would have struggled
To own a passion as notorious
As the one I cage
Had it not been for your controversal presence
“When you are on the playing field
you are just a footballer. If you’re
good, it doesn't matter if you [weild]
CP, autism, or whatever [you lure].
You’re just a player. [There’s] a level
playing field. I hope people will see
me and feel inspired to [start to bevel]
with sport and not give up.” Soundly.
Emyle made his debut in Rio 2016,
He coaches at football with West Ham,
He has Cerebral Palsy, is a mild clean,
Says that attitudes have changed, bam.
He says you should pursue dreams,
And not quench them or patronise -
Anybody with CP who sports screams,
“The world is your oyster!” So ionise.
He says that: “Put in the extra work
you need whether it be [in] training,
ball work, fitness or whatever [murk]
and make your dreams true,” aiming.
Sorrow is the word of the walk around
The more you tread, it heaps abound.
You curve your lips to mend the world
And everyone around is a story unfurled.
You listen, rapt with attention
For you have to know the flow to dam the river.
You find a way to reach subjugation
Weild the soothing hand to their tremor.
Every whisper, every sob, every desperate shout;
You condone every cry.
Futile it may seem, you're full of doubt,
But never do you cease to try.
And then comes the point festered.
You want to be the sheep
Tired of tending akin a shepherd
Just sit down alone and weep.
Whatever they think of me
I no longer pay any mind
Does it really matter in the Grand Design
Do they weild so much power as to make stars align
Or have they walked the miles in my shoes
Or put in as much painfull time
But time and time again
When they test my fortitude
I still win
Even when i bite my tongue and my
Patience wears thin
All because of not who i am but the
Spirit within
So i declare to you all who have given up on me
It really doesnt matter
For deep within i am free
To bad you threw away the time
To know the real me.
YourLoss
The calm before the storm
remain shapeless
to assume any form
step into the strange
to get a good understanding
of the norm
why be symmetrically perfect
when you can be perfectly deformed
I've been a geek nerd freak
black sheep since I was born
I may not weild any weapons
but my tongue is like a double edge sword
Africa In The News
Tanks hugging the
Unwilling ground,
Minute ants poke their treads.
As blackened trees still smoke
From the heavy rebel shelling.
A faceless child lays in a
Lake of blood,
Its toothless mother tries
To bite into a tree trunk
Just to get the last sap.
The filthy hands of other children
Weild machetes.
A colourless camera man incessantly clicks
For his modern world to see.
Paul Kasami
You've fallen in love with the medium state,
im calling above for premieum fate.
i watch you fall further as did the best angel,
i point my sword knowing not the best angle.
Most to weild before me let fear consume,
you know its not present but one might presume,
that the quality is a curse. For fear is a power but it wont be the worst,
its applying truth to situation, for my eyes are ALL thats needed for communication.
One day you'll stop the falling and stand, and since you declined my aid, you are now in gods hands. ~
who assasinate JFK?
go ask mickey
with a simple thing said to someone on this trail
the metaphors of your theme parks
the grounds for secret training
I'm getting paid...
as a mentally gifted minor tortured for being intelligent
and you help the others
why do i deserve to die?
In the midst of your disney television reality show
the magicians working with the 400 undercovers
among this mystery
to initiate police
solving the puzzle of the park
as if i'm getting paid...
why?
so i can be lead to my next theme park
of militarised training
to learn to assassinate your drug lords
go use your satelites and spy on someone else
have fun with your time machine
you should have run me a tab....
i shouldn't have had to rely on stealing lieing and cheating
just to stay alive one more day
oh and by the way, as the creator of your sex, your love drug you weild as a weapon
go cut your ***** off
and throw it at someone else
What power does the devil weild
To use God's armor and the shield?
Say no to all the devil's tempts
Or else might become plain wimps!
The power of the Holy Spirit
To have the Word; I want to hear it!
Always bending to the truth
Praise the Lord and keep your youth!
Keep the faith; have no doubt
Unless you want to be kicked about!
And in you heart be not a fool
Jesus is the only rule!
cycles of pitiful emotions
do we know the minds of the hurt and lost
euphoric melancholy for some
a look into the minds of the so called brave
is it criminal or insanity
the broken arrow that wields the bondage of the meek
couragous is none
cross the borders of weekness
and weild your own sword
cut the cord that binds you
and follow none but thy own heart and soal
find your heirophant
they wept
they crept
but i cradled death unto its first steps and what i loved has fallen with me
to weild a blade are to weild this tale i come before my fears
darker than the sea and the only enmy i see is me
i surrender myself now i can live
death or life is what i choose to give
sever from fears and mortal tears
as you listen to a dead mans tale
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