Solitude has its moment and uses;
keeps away from lust or its abuses.
Devil does not come for lone folks,
he passes them by in his filled bus.
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Solitude has its moment and uses;
keeps away from lust or its abuses.
Devil does not come for lone folks,
he passes them by in his filled bus.
Ever wondered what built the sky
and gave it such a roof quite high?
Ever wondered who put men here
and whatever for they would dare?
Better off not knowing some things;
worries grow horns of their makings.
We are built to carry our own weight,
extras are only harmful to our health.
Time has been so good to man
but no one abuses time as man.
All lessons he learned in his past,
he wasted much as he would want.
When he dies happy, it doesn’t last.
Cow don’t give milk, you’ve to get it.
Lungs breath air only if you inhale it.
Frustration develops without effort,
for happiness is the result of effort.
One day all suffering will come to its end,
from the hardest surface of an open bed,
to the hollow emptiness of hungry children.
One way or another, men will change or bend.
Life is this long journey that ends quickly,
tough and uncertain in-between mostly.
To make your mark at the end or before,
you got to know what you’re aiming for.
At the end of your life would you rather
be glad you had lived or would it matter
that you had lived at all for those folks
for whom you slaved and taken knocks?
All that noisy, showy excitement;
that’s all displayed in merriment,
has prices beneath all that class;
it is pain filled pomp razzmatazz.
Sometimes you look up in the sky
and wonder if these skies up high
somehow mimic your exact mood;
maybe guide you with some cloud,
mirroring your feeling and attitude.
If the world was a piano to be played
and you must walk on the keys as laid,
some days will be black, others white.
Days will be sad and others just right.
The big emperor had on no clothes,
yet so praised was he as by he goes.
But criticism was aimed at his bride,
for none dares the lion and his pride.
Eternal peace is a billion dreams away,
elusive as aligning many stars far away.
Search for eternal peace ends one way,
for it forever remains anywhere it stay
and no one gets it, whatever they pay.
His royal lawless, king of the abyss,
has a unique talent men ever miss.
No it isn’t temptation, greed or lies,
it is patience to wait until one tires.
More time than often we waste emotions,
holding ourselves back in making decisions.
All that fear and trepidation just for nothing,
for at the end of all it was always for nothing.
When loved ones die and pass on,
the empty pain we feel deep down
is the affection love we always had
struggling inside us, making us sad.
Deity or believer are alike of a sort,
for faith is in its perception or not.
Access opens as a two way route,
Gods hear you, you hear them too.
Faith not its belief, made this true.
Who’s to say what any one feels
especially at time of their death
Fear, faith, regret or joyous chills;
whichever wins at the last breath?
Greediness poisoned man’s soul
and ego has soiled his conscience.
He appears to progress in his role,
but regresses towards his penance.
Compromise is not weakness;
there’s strength in its fairness.
Being ready to accept changes
is bold every day and for ages.
Folks believe lies when it suits them;
when they are easy and comfortable.
The truth they’ll doubt all over again,
because it is real and tough to handle.
People forget or don’t care anymore,
it’s in their nature now just as before.
First comes the outcry and the anger,
normalcy returns with fresh hunger.
Never really trust all people
because they’re mostly greedy.
They’re selfish, mean, not simple
and mainly insufferably so needy.
Bearded replace clean shaven men.
Grown up men trying to be women.
Coupled girls adopting cup babies.
Mop head models in baggie patties.
I get it, signs of every time changes,
but these’re headaches in trenches.
Celebrate the wins you can,
or mourn losses to your plan.
Wake tomorrow in your pain,
but boldly do it all over again.
It’s not so much what you believe
but how hard is it you will believe.
The air you breath you do not see,
yet it’s anywhere you choose to be.
As if any of us can control time,
we act like we could all the time.
Keeping it handy, save and set it,
yet none predates it or outlives it.
For the good ones, we spill a tear.
Whenever evil men die, we cheer
and when good ones die, we fear.
Maybe we’re just feeling our way,
sensing a pathway, with our say.
Love is commonest feeling abused
but sympathy most popularly used.
Words can never express as much,
even if at their best they say such.
What is more difficult than who to trust?
Maybe the close second is who we love.
Find courage to rediscover the child lost,
same blind faith still rules here as above.
Life goes by too quick, before we know,
and at the end of it all, nothing to show.
So don’t sweat the small stuff, be merry
and enjoy every moment, don’t be sorry.
If you’re looking for something
and yet always finding nothing,
maybe there is actually nothing,
and you so want to find anything.
Where ever people go, war follows.
However long, the throat swallows.
Long as men have needs or wants,
stooges will follow leaders’ chants.
Hypocrisy is not a scarce art form,
it abounds wherever you are from.
Not every friend loves your home;
lots will cheer far less when alone.
It could be greener on the other side,
but you never really tell from this side.
You can expect, hope, deduce or pray,
but plan because it may go either way.
Ever wondered if you are in control;
of all what you see, hear, eat or troll?
With the world a village in our hand,
do we choose or follow just any band?
Most times it’s Yes when I think No.
Often enough, I do not even know.
But then I do have the conscience;
a friend on either side of the fence.
Webs are slimy watery traps
that invites, entice and claps.
Calls in the curious or hungry,
only to feed a spider its prey.
Surely you’ve heard the saying,
‘Either the Devil or the blue sea?’
Well daily choices are same thing;
get back up or give up everything.
Everything goes back and change,
in our minds we revisit all we lost.
Proud in the progress we manage,
our regrets will hunt us the most.
Faith allows forces of the universe,
to help me to align and transverse.
Working makes all things happen,
as equally intensity makes certain.
Results aren’t always the desired,
but beats regrets not to have tried.
Inspired by @DrivesToTheSky
People want more than they get,
every relief comes with its regret.
Then waste it and still want more,
and their merriment makes it sore.
Who told you it is going to be easy?
Nothing in a life is completely easy.
Even freedom has never been free.
You breath in, so even air isn’t free.
Do not live your life afraid;
take the leap, like it is said.
Having faith in yourselves,
making proud of ourselves.