I ask not that you believe me,
all I ask is that you give your ears some listen
for I’ve got a lot buried in me
that they seem quite too much to contain.
And oh! how they do tamper with my brain!
I sure do fear the outcome
if I fail to give myself a purge
Thus, I beseech you my sweetling
that you allow me say my piece,
before I finally take my leave.
We are the wary ones,
too guarded to trust anyone,
for we’ve hurt,
so many times before.
Your foibles are art themselves,
they make you seem like an inexplicable beauty;
a mystery, I’m keen to unravel
You could term
his anger a ‘good rage’,
for it was of a
it was one
that invoked a
passion in him,
a kind that led
him to his
Sometimes you don’t need to hear
the right words,
just the right voice,
and bam! you feel
Although quite easier said than done, I implore us still, to try our best never to be bridled when someone we believed should lend us a shoulder in our crisis, fails to do so. Really, what if such a person’s shoulders are already too sagged, and weak with heavy burdens of his/her own, that carrying yours would be a great feat?
Instead of laying your expectations on men, a being that is prone to being encumbered just as you are, why not ask for the shoulder of your Father in Heaven? He is a being who carries the weight of the world and never feels enervated doing so. He is so mighty and unwavering in strength, that the world seems like the weight of a pin in his hands.
In short, it is his pleasure to be of help to you at all times.
So, who would you place on your speed dial? A fellow man like yourself, or the Unswerving Help (GOD) who controls the universe?
about your dream
just hush up
and live it!
contagious their words may seem,
yet he refuses to let them take effect,
he tunes them out of his brain,
he lets their tone deflect,
in his head shall they not reign
no! he will never let them win!
In his fight against depression, he found out how unrelenting the demon was in its aim to instill darkness into his soul. Thus, he made it his mission to renew his mental strength, chastising the demon’s nefariously alluring voice, because he still cherished his existence.
realising that she had been espied,
she swifly buried her face in a newspaper,
pretending to be reading an ad,
when all she had been busy reading,
was the smile perched on his lips
Eager to correct the mistakes of others, but never was he, for his.
Quick to judge, but never did he take a sec to put himself under scrutiny.
Each time he accused the wrong of being wrong,
he is replied with a sarcastic chuckle, like, “is this dude kidding me right now? He is our friggin’ ringleader!”
He was their well observed mentor, and he didn’t even know it; so blind was he to his ways, he didn’t know how greatly, his life mirrored those he so heavily chastised.
If only he knew each rebuke he leveled against them, was a double for him, maybe he would have kept his contemning remarks to himself.
How appalling it is, to be a replica (if not worse),
of what we so outrightly excoriate.
Sometimes, we actually UNKNOWINGLY fail to realise that we are just as bad as what/whom we label ‘bad’. This occurs mostly as result of the fact that we fail to take time to examine ourselves. This is why everyone needs a mirror, which helps in identifying our errors.
The mirror I’ll however recommend to us all, is the Bible. It’s the best mirror for checkmating ourselves.