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.
Vision is relative to knowledge not sight.
Power is relative to resistance not might.
Distance, relative to destination not height.
Vision is relative to knowledge not sight.
Power is relative to resistance not might.
Distance, relative to destination not height.
Vision is relative to knowledge not sight.
Power is relative to resistance not might.
Distance, relative to destination not height.
Man is a warrior lizard on two legs,
he loves, hates, admires and begs.
On his terms, behaves as he likens,
though fragile as any day frightens.
My world is flat and laid out in front of me.
Saw where I’m from, what’s ahead of me.
It is continuous struggling, that I know.
But one step and pull at a time I’ll grow,
every day taking me higher than before.
Beauty is painless, not a trouble,
attractive, quite easy, also simple.
It must be comfortable to endure,
like a gazelle living with its nature.
Mother is our earth and its waters;
surely we hold on, for she matters.
But we burden her with our refuse;
her warmth we’ve grown to abuse.
Celebrate the wins you can,
or mourn losses to your plan.
Wake tomorrow in your pain,
but boldly do it all over again.
‘Read this in Morgan Freeman’s voice’
If aliens had won the War of the Worlds,
they would’ve run over our households,
lord over all our planet’s other neighbors,
living in all our very likeness and colours.
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.
Favour waters and nourishes from birth
like the garden plant grown up to a tree.
Hard work perseveres to a great height,
like pigmy goats high as they wish to be.
Everyone will have those dreams
that probably aren’t just dreams,
They come true for they’re fated,
for surely our days are numbered.