The life of
the courageous is
definitely not death
but to survive
by any means
necessary and live.
Cowardice is definitely
not an absence
of courage,
it means you
survived today for
another time.
It means safety.
It means you
have won just
for the moment.
What is the
point of dying
when you can
save yourselves.
Even the best
General in an
army loses a battle
and strategize
for another day.
Cowardice means
inner strength to
bear humiliation,
but is it
not much better
than to die.
Let me tell
you now in truth,
there is no
honor in death.
Only thing that
gets you honor
is to stay alive.
To survive is
more honorable.
It means you
took in the pain,
endured the humiliation,
it makes you
even more disciplined.
You are counted
among the titans
that survived to
tell the story.
History will not
be written or
complete without you,
you can never
be forgotten as
an eye witness.
You are not
a coward but
the brave.
Your scar tells
a story of
your bravery.
That wound means
you survived.
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In this bizarre
world of confusion
and violence with
so much brokenness
and misunderstanding.
We must comprehend
the deeper order
of the principle
back of things,
hidden within the
fabric of our
daily lives
Understand that through
chaos comes order.
Without ruffledness
there wont be
any order in
the scheme of
things spiritual and
physical.
The unruffled things
brings stagnation
in nature.
Death of things
occur in nature
to usher in
a new sequence
and another chance
of a new beginning
to suit different
seasonal circle and
cross current
into another phase.
Light overrides darkness
and darkness turns
into light.
Continuity allows the
spiralling of negativity
to positive effects.
Error reminds the
heart to forgive
unconditionally.
The night brings
closure of natural
order to usher in
the day light.
Both are working
in synergy to
bring desired balance.
Natural disaster comes
to cleanse and
reshuffle and recircle
all things good
and bad for
our edification.
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Each moment I
need an escape
from the
day-to-day grind,
i go deeper
into my
inner corridor
and ignite the
search light
in my soul.
Therein is the
brightest sun and
the day-star of
my soul shining
with so much
radiance it could
swallow up any
darkness within
my heart.
Within the depths
of the spirit
is drawn the
strength to conquer
and overcome.
Hidden within the
framework of
my spirit is
linked with the  
power of love.
The joy of
oneness in love
is strong and
so mesmerizing,
it's power can
subdue anything
negative within
the mind.
With sublime
subtleness it
penetrates the
impregnable and
softened the heart
of even the
hardest offender.
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Why do I
feel so trapped
in this crazy-busy
world of illusion
filled with
unimaginable confusion.
Trapped in love,
with the pain
of not having
love reciprocated.
Trapped in the
anger I feel
over the stupidity
of the old
bald heads
holding everyone
to ransom.
Trapped in this
bizarre mediocre
lifestyle that I hated.
Trapped in the
fear of being
lost without anyone
to rescue me.
Trapped in this
frail body
wondering why
I'm not a
superman with
incredible tremendous
abilities to make
indelible impact
in the world,
leaving a finger print
that no one
can be able
to rub off.
Trapped in my
head of living
unfulfilled life.
Trapped in this
geographical region
of the universe
hiding everyday
from the insurgents,
dodging bullets and
seeing horrible things
not meant for
a beautiful soul,
living from hand
to mouth with
rags as a covering.
How can I  
get over all
this in my
lifetime.
I'm so trapped
I can't wait to
get away from
all these atrocities.
It's beyond
my comprehension.
I really need
to escape from
this trap.
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I see the
way you arranged
the flowers in
the vase.
A basket full
of different petals
and colourful
arrangements
placed in beautiful
sequence in the vase.
Giving out their
fragrance to
appeal the senses.
The heart is
so grateful for
the gift and honor
of the roses
in our garden.
The bouquet is
so adorable and
beautiful just like
that of the spirit.
Giving a serene
sense of bliss.
Pure essence of
nature abundantly
lavished and displayed
to us with love.
It surrounds us
with an amazing
essential sense of
beauty.
Beautiful to the core,
worthy of a
place in our homes.
What can we
do but just to
love them as
they service our
lives with so
much care.
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The joyful perplexing
world of puzzle
of the human
body and the
soul equally yoked
in synergy,
configured in beauty
and perfected to
be in resonance
with the universe,
woven with grace.
Welcome to the
strange deviously
difficult and incredibly
joyful world of
the human puzzled body.
Let's hunt.
Follow along and
lets lifts the
veil on one of
the world's most
complex puzzle hunts,
the body's Mystery Hunt
You can find
out for yourselves
and reveal how
puzzles can be
found in the
most unexpected places
in your own
castle of your body.
The world that
belongs to you alone,
that only world
you take along
wherever you go.
See if you can
spot the puzzles
hidden in you.
Can you ever
find it.
Just keep looking,
you'll discover how
creatively beautiful
your body is woven,
compacted and fitted,
and encased in
one body.
Two worlds beautifully
blended into one.
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With all this
love alive in me,
this love that
blossom and
bubbling within
my heart.
Is it really
what it is,
is it really love.
How can I
feel all this
and not met
or seen anyone
as crazy as me
to share it with,
or isn't someone
out here also
looking and wondering.
Is love dead
or just elusive.
Why is it
so painful.
Is it me
that's the fool
or am i
from a different
sphere and planet.
How can you
not find it
or feel it
in your soul.
Am I really
walking in the dark.
I cry in the
rain and the
darkness so you
must not see me.
The dark consume me
for I am so lost.
Is this love
thing real or
am i living an illusion.
Who can ever
save this lost
soul from the
wilderness.
Right now i
really need proof
for my heart hurts.
Come and save
this soul from
this illusion.
It *****.
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