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The Castle Plan

A young tourist went into an old castle for site seen, 
he became fascinated by the antique structure, the Gothic sculptures and the beautiful  renaissance paintings hanging on the stone walls, artistically.

Some people moved in groups around tour guides, while others sat in the entrance hall majestically.

he took memorable pictures along the way, but got carried away by the multitude of people he had seen on his way in,
Interactively, 

As he ventured deeper in curiosity,  the lights became dimmer in visibility then the  tranquillity of his mind grew shallow in inquisitiveness, gradually.

So he decided to abort his mission and return back to a common room, he turned around confidently but found himself still facing the same direction surprisingly. 

It was at that moment, he realised  he was now missing both in his dreams and also in reality as well,  certainly.

Afterwards he tried to retrace his step from myths back to legend but his road map had become outdated hence the company of voices  he once relied on while coming in, now sounded like mere rumours,  on his way out, practically. 

He scrolled through the pictures he had captured, although they all looked different initially but had now broken out through the thick walls, because all the stones looked the same in preview and his uncertainty had set them free in review,  unfortunately.

He called out for help but his voice echoed reflectively around the concave mirrors of his mind in frequencies, repeatedly.

He began living a past life suddenly, trying to recall events  because even the present time, had escaped his consciousness, relatively, 

 the only way forward for him presently, was to head backwards futuristically.

Since he did not have the plan 2 the castle, he made a plan out of the castle, by using two old  stones, to start a fire, like a cave man, evolutionarily.

Thereafter he was crowned  the king of the castle assumably because the tour guides began tracing the smoke immediately, 

for they feared that the throne was about to be set on fire accidentally,

Finally the tourist was excavated  out of the past  into a present time frame, for "the stone that the builders rejected, had become the chief corner stone of the building" comprehensively...

The End...

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Beauty In Ashes

A beautiful world, with out a single soul but inhabited by mere statues,

A place where credibility is narrated as a myth whereas hostility is translated into a legendary status and corruption pays the dues,

Consequentially, Water is now tasteless and money has no real domestic value because human blood has become a purchasing power for survival issues,

Democratic institutions are without transparent constitutions, 
for propagated dictatorship is the disguised agenda designed for the masses, used to subdue,

Love is traded for lust as religion is saturated with culture, 
Thereby Reality is  transformed into fiction because Humans have been regenerated into fragile robotic devices, being manipulated in the claws of  evil spirits running the earth surface, Intentionally for relative misuse,

Therefore lawlessness is now fashionable and
 wickedness is currently worshipped while Godliness has concurrently become a societal abuse,

Trust has diminished into an ordinary, archaic gesture Thereby diplomacy has been casted to the ground as a faint, vicious shadow,  
because battles are fought casually in pretentious, deceptive, silence without traces of  confrontational evidence or clues,

Subsequently, depression now exists as a common household name, because amidst a godless people, peace is simply an evil fantasy which can only be found in broken, destructive pieces of polluted, minded refuse...(TRASH)...

At the end of it all, civilisation is buried in dust 
while productivity burns to ashes because development has become a spoil of war and selfish hatred, is the cause...

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Praise

An old farmer, his wife and little daughter,  had dinner in their farm house before going to sleep,

A gang of four thieves, showed up on the farm in a dirty, old truck,  to steal sheep,

They broke into the house at Mid night, threw  the woman and little girl against the wall and then beat up the old man, until he began to leap,

Afterwards the thieves dragged the poor family outside,  as they invaded the manger and began loading the cattle unto their rugged, old  truck, along with bags of grain, in heaps,

The little girl then looked up to the sky and cried out,
 "we wanna see you here, we wanna you now, we wanna see you, face to face,  oh Lord!, surrounded by your glory,  thieves are feasting on your table,  we wanna see you face to face, oh Lord", pitifully, 

Out of the poultry house, a cock crowed aloud then all the chickens  crowed along, accordingly, 

A sheep bleat, then all the sheep began to bleat behind the truck, responsively, 

A bull mowed, then all the cows began to mow simultaneously, 

The little girl cried out again, "we wanna see you here, 
we wanna see you now,  we wanna see you face to face,  
Oh Lord,
surrounded by your glory, thieves are feasting on your table,  we wanna see you face to face, oh Lord",

Immediately, the east wind blew and then the birds began to whistle, melodiously, 

Thereafter,  a toad crocked, then toads began to crock, sequentially,

A wolf howled and then wolves began howling in the thick woods, collectively, 

Then the mother,  cried out saying, "in your presence there is power, 
The injured farmer responded saying, "in your presence there is healing",
and their little daughter contributed, "in your presence our lives are saved, we wanna see you face to face, oh Lord, repeatedly, 

From above an Eagle screamed, stretched out its wings and began to soar, while the clouds  formed a thunderstorm rapidly,

Thereabout, a lion roared from a great distance mysteriously, 

and then lightening struck against the robbers truck aggressively,
 the engine knocked down totally, 
the head lights twinkled randomly,
and the horns began to beep, uncontrollably but rhythmically,

So there was a moment of silence,  during which a whirl wind, rotated around the old Bartered farmer, after which he stood up on his feet, miraculously, 

Then the thieves began to sing angrily,  saying, 
"we are going, going nowhere,  we are surrounded by your glory, yes we are feasting on your table, but we are going, going nowhere, 
We wanna see you here, we wanna see you now, we wanna see you face to face, oh Lord ",
Rebelliously,

So a crow crowed, a crack opened up in the ground, 
the smell of sulphur erupted disgustingly,
Then the devil replied the thieves saying, "you are coming,  coming,  down here, 
 you are coming down here, you are surrounded by my demons, 
there is fire on my table, 
I will roast you, up, roast you up, down here!, arrogantly,

Then the captives in he'll, cried out in anguish saying,  we wanna see you here, we wanna see you now, we wanna see you face to face oh Lord,  we are sorry Lord,  we are sorry lord, we are sorry down here , oh Lord, pathetically, 

But a voice replied from heaven saying,  He'll no!, Subsequently, 

At once the ground closed up, then the thieves fell down on their knees in fear and reference to God, saying, 
"you are brooding over every darkness, 
you are causing light to shine from darkness, 
we are sorry, sorry, oh lord",
For in your presence there's power,
In your presence there is healing, 
In your presence our lives are saved, 
We wanna see you face to face,  oh Lord,
Remorsefully,

Finally the farmers family reconciled with the thieves and the four of them decided to work for the farmer from that day onwards, progressively, 

henceforth,  the dirty,  old truck, was used productively, 

 to convey farm produce from  the farm into the big cities,  economically...

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Peace

She is precious yet humble, 

She is brilliant yet has no class for both the rich and the poor, crave for just a piece of her twinkle,

She hates disputes because she is fragile in nature yet
her absence in the mind of a  battle,  makes mighty warriors to stumble,

She mingles in an enlightened crowd yet you can find her living happily all by her self, on a hill in a primitive jungle, 

She can be found on a pedestrian walk way yet she drives successfully on the high way, on a free will(wheel), or motorcycle, 

She looks ugly in darkness but her beauty comes alive when ever hidden things are brought into light yet in the silence of the darkest night, both singles and lovers, can't sleep without her warm cuddle,

She can neither be created nor destroyed although Men have invented diverse imaginary copies of her yet like an atom, she dwells in an empty space in-between Love, sincerity and purpose, floating within the divinity of a holy Bible,

She is just a tiny, little piece yet she satisfies all appetites, because her aroma smells too sweet on a dinning table and her taste is too hot,  to handle,

She might be figuratively complicated yet her personality is meek and simple, more like an ordinary piece that completes an entire  puzzle....

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In-Between the Lines

POEM 

Tittle; In-between the Lines


In-between lines, lies possibilities more like a probability equation...

Just like a bridge standing high above the sea connecting two destinations also  affirms that, water  also serves as a bridge to a thirsty Man's satisfaction...

More  Like a writers pen requesting attention on a piece of paper,  often omits intentions...

So also, a single story can carry numerous narrations on a passengers train, all the way to a common destination...

In as much as a crossed line  defines a T and a dot completes a small  I, so also the most tiny dot in the eye ball, refines an animals vision...


For example,  war is accused of vexation while rage is motivated by selfish ambition hence violence is a triggered decision...

For success is generally related to hard work,  either good or bad but it's been engineered by visualized competition...


What lies In-between lines is the same that stands in differential similarities and also serves as an alarm clock, waking dreams into realistic manifestations...

In some brief cases, it is concealed as a catalysts  for pandemonium whereas  in separation techniques,  it is used as ether for peaceful  practical titrations...

Finally,  Silence sounds more like the roar of a hungry lion approaching from a distance In-between trees,  unto a satisfactory destination...

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The Stranger

Mr Green  moved into a fertile neighbourhood,  the soil felt pleasant  underneath his feet,  and the landscape looked good but right above him, he saw Men with broad shoulders, throwing shades over him, like trees...

Within a while, the atmosphere  turned cold because the friendly temperature  had diminished,  
therefore  eye contacts  became blurry,  for water froze to ice, below zero degrees... 

As winter approached, social activities reproached, even students were forced to stay back home, regardless the payment 
of their tuition  fees,

 Green loved the chill of summer,  but now in the absence of the Sun, he began shedding tears in relieve indoors, as he craved for love as warm as a cuddle, while praying relentlessly without seizing, for a new season, most nights on his knees,

afterwards he  contemplated to leave that branch of the city back to his grass roots, considering that, his new house felt even colder because the roof was made up of a thatch of leaves, detached together by his pompous, shady neighbours,  who wouldn't agree to disagree,

He was young,  strong and full of  life, not scared of change for he was quite adventurous,  lived in several places, among diverse races, to the point that he had lost count of faces, most of whom he might never see,

Somewhere along the way, in pursuit of destiny,  his emotions drowned in a certain storm that occurred on a wave length across seven seas, while he was travelling to acquire knowledge in exposure, over sees,

so he decided to move on in one peace, not out of fear but due to the fact that, his brilliance always broke the hearts of his dark surroundings into tiny,  envious pieces and more also, if a fight sprouts  out in the woods,  who would be the referee?,

Finally,  he sacrificed his pride by casting down his crown, then gave away his time into memory lane,
 without requesting for a dime from his brief experience while  leaving among strangers who encompassed him like bees,

hence he braced himself up knowing that, being different was not a crime, then booked a flight scheduled to depart at noon by three,

Thereafter folded his Green sleeves,
 put some ripe fruits and a jar of fresh milk, into his travelling bag and ventured into nature,  in order to set his productive mind  free.

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Power

He is a gentleman, dressed up in a lion skin costume with a hat made of sheep fur and shoes manufactured on a very good sole..

His motivation is restless because his ambitions are priceless so he drives reckless in pursuit of destiny along with his beautiful wife named Patience...

He makes a honest living, and loves working right under the sun because his lovely wife loves to watch him sweat out his desires, patiently...

Within him, you find no grudges for his emotions are compressed by muscular enduring tissues hence in his active, energetic mind, forgiveness is never an issue...

He considers fear as a mere rumour, based on a sound mind and failure as the basis of success because when ever he falls to the ground accidentally more like a ball, he bounces forth, much higher, experientially, 

His presence is acknowledged in his neighbourhood due to cheerful radiations, although strangers mistake his meekness for weakness,

An enemy to Power called Pride, tried to pirate his glorious identity in an open fight, masterminded to settle differences but executed on a relative ring,

Pride was anxious and fought deceptively by using weapons dishonourably
 but power simply flew like a fragile butterfly strategically and stung prides ego, physically and honourably like a bee dances around a honey comb patiently and victoriously,

Afterwards the difference became obvious to the audience that, regardless the similarities, Pride is not Power effectively,