Life's just a bottle of embarrassment with a lemon of succes.

On the ground,
I keep an eye on the world,
the world of flowers,
I've seen succes like the Amaryllis,
the sweet sense of the Apple Blossom,
the desire of Camellia's passion,
and the forgiveness of the daffodil,
So many flowers in this world,
SO many possibilities
feels like a garden,
but something bothers me,
deep inside of me
something I always wonder,
watashi no hana wa doko desuka?
Where is my flower?

To the person who spends 6 days a week at work,
5 days filled with exercise,
4 days surrounded by friends,
3 days at school
2 days working on yourself and
1 day to relax and play soccer.
Life is to short to be short of time for yourself.
You lack the sympathy from others so you can't even think about what you want for yourself.  You need to realize all this hard work is getting you minimum wage, lack of friends and a lack of you.
If you were to look in a mirror, would you see succes painted across your forehead, or would you see a blank slate smothered across your face. Your eyes have become blackened with other peoples succes as you watch them stomp in front of you. Your heart has become cold like the moonlight you use to see before you became a "Hard worker".  Look through your problems and reconstruct. Mold your future into something you remembered brought you joy, and don't become the person you are now.

In order to be succesful you must be a fool…

Thats the worse advise you can get ever..
I am so hurt after i got an advise like that…

Maybe i dont get the message right, help.
Being stupid means letting other people oppress you to get succesful,
I stil dont get it…

Steve Biko ” THEY HAVE TAKEN A BRIEF LOOK AT WHAT IS, AND HAVE DIAGNOSED THE PROBLEM INCORRECTLY. THEY HAVE ALMOST COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE SIDE EFFECTS AND HAVE NOT EVEN CONSIDERED THE ROOT CAUSE. HENCE WHATEVER IS IMPROVISED AS A REMEDY WILL HARDLY CURE THE CONDITION.” From I write what i like the chapter We blacks…

The sad part is even after 19years of democratic freedom in South Africa, some people wont change the State of mind about racial oppression it stil exist especially more in work plaće enviroment…

For someone who grew up Free, born Free generation stil put the whites superior and continue worshiping them to be superior than the other fellow nlack brothers grow up…

I am a fighter, i refuse to sell my soul to please fellow White brothers for favours of better treatment because of my dark Colored skin…

Its a sign, with the more knowledge i am equiping My self with for better and my space of democratic freedom and rights, i will succed in life…

For all the previously disadvantaged people they went through some tough time and cruel struggle…
For instance the “72 Hour Clause. A clause in apartheid regulations which controlled the movement of African from one district to another.”

Those people struggled but they fought dor equality. Now that we have equality you stil wanna plaese a fellow White brother with all the previllages you have.

I my self i know that through struggle that i encounter in life i learn more on survival and live to tell a story…

Im dissapointed already about some of the side effect of the past but im not ackwoledging racial discrimination nor even allow it to happen infront of me with a mute sense…

Can’t you see the light!
Its sign…
For all the unprevillaged people the is no succes without a struggle…

From the struggle you learn how to survive and live to tell a story…

Don’t water a thorn tree and expect an apple…

Jack ropes and merriopes
In solicitous rhyme in fer derilious velope
envy implicitous insectuaryan harridannous
Ensole brodequins forbearing to lace
Trace elements of that remaining empoisonous

For failure interred
Is succes disinterred? And if so, form where?
Where derinferred strands failure unerred
By error masked muscovado coloured Breadth
Pneumonic, perhaps caustically mate
Aerial’d on the glib side of acoustical elimination
Veritable under pooh stick discrimination

Matte clouds of drab depression ove in
An area of low pressure
According to yon hypothalamic forecaster. Core has ter
Fail lently viola lapidavitious stretch so she as
fer ter rousse fer ter kamuskova. An epic
Scribbled on der calen.

Sole of brevity then being approximately an inch and a
Bit minus that
Torrent all yendergelpin cleaving
The very schism wit! It cynicism
Be as may be a pea, no spelling bee entrusted
Where? In there? In that jumble of line?
Barely knows his lime from his rhyme, or indeed
Lime from lime.
He’s just trying to fill up that calendrous space
And make some sense of it.

I scared her away from me, intense
feelings, she can not understand I do.
A person searching, climbing on to
and holding tight, when he can not sense,
the words are mumbled, the fear gets
immensely strong, don't flee, stay
for just one other song. We say
it all will be okay. Once she lets
her passion flow, the fear will fade,
folded up and poured into a form,
made,
printed paper, still warm.

I was told i wasn't smart enough.
I was told that i wouldn't achieve anything.
But here i am, standing on a stage. Undressed by all my imperfections
With emotional nakedness in front of the mic.
Covered in fear, but driven by courage.

We've all been told something negative.
However our necessity to survive these discouragements should keep our dreams alive.
We should follow our happiness like footsteps in a minefield.
And let succes exist through the art that we create.

If you should come upon a painting by Mark Rothko in a museum -
I'll assume you are not one of those billionaires who has one hanging on the dining room wall, or hidden away in a secret room behind the bookcase -
but either way, do not just look at the painting or you will see nothing.
Well, except color. You will see color. Rothko loved color.

But wait a while and you will begin to hear it whisper its secrets:
How lives are layered upon lives;
how painful sacrifices
get buried beneath petty ambitions and lies
and joys and succes as well-
oh, and perhaps another layer or two of color.

Each generation scrapes the parchment clean
and blithely scribes new marks on its surface -
confident that they will not forget the lessons
that seem so absurdly obvious.

Empires disappear beneath overgrown vines
and dieties who, drunk on the blood of virgins
would feast on the hearts of conquered warrors
but now shuffle past each other
with oblivious nods, grousing about the food,
wait for the day someone remembers their names.

Listen and perhaps you will learn
how every layer of life is a forgotten secret
discernable only by its subtle influence
on the layers that are built up above it.

If not. There is always the color. Rothko loved color.

I see the sun everyday,
but I never see who created it.
I see the people everyday,
but I never see honest on them.
I see the succes people everytime,
but I can't see who behind them.
I see the human everytime,
But I can't see humanity.
I see Animal Everytime,
but the people act like animal.
Get away from your rush,
Get closer to your God.
Assalamualaikum

De er indspiste som selvpillede rejer
Elsker konkurrenten som de hader sig selv
Katalysatoren for deres eksistens
er udelukkelsen af andre eksistentialister

Laver en kollektiv udskillelse
når de bruger mainstreamkulturen som værktøj til succes
Deres skjulte agendaer er ikke for blotte øjne
selvom flokdyrsinstinkterne sitrer gennem deres røde skæl.

Påtaget inkompetente sociale kompetencer
smalltalk er for de prætentiøse
De kløgtige rejer vil ikke undervurderes
for fiskenettene undslipper de altid

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Underlying all the confidence and succes there's a longing that I've known of for some time
Looking earnestly inside herself behind courage I can see the concern within her eyes
Who will guide the girl who's reached such destinations as so few have in her span of life
Who can tell her where to find such a thing as love and therin lift all the underlying strife

Did you know that she runs quickly simply because she feels as if she might get away
Burying her being within herself in hopes that someday the wishes just might fade
Looking at tomorrow as not just another day, but a possibility that she might rise
All these things and more I find I realize whenever I stare into Sarah's eyes

Whispering while screaming, you may never know of the sudden turmoil that lies within her mind
Whirring through the days and nights that she's lived through, trying to not leave a detail behind
For in the faces and the people that wear them, he may shine within her memory one day
The one tales promised that would come into her life, bringing the colors out the underlying gray

Somewhere inside she will find that she is more than she gives credit for, though it won't be tonight
And you'll see confidence and a smile, within it a prayer that she will be alright
As I pass her by, I'll find inside a glimpse I am remembered as a possibility
For Sarah asks not for a name or a story, but on things that she hope might transpire to be