We like to be happy, but it's when we are lost, miserable and enduring that ravenous unrelenting pain that we mature. Its in those, the most challenging moments of life, that create monsters and gods.
If I were to pluck a star from the sky each time life disappoints me there would be no sparkle even on a clear night. But if I'm to pluck them each moment I overcome the disappointments I'd pluck the Sun and the sky itself...
I've known pain I've known fear chilling than the harmattan air Pain, fiercer and harsher than the whips of a thousand horsemen
My soul sank deep into the river of pain and fear
I sought refuge in the ***** of the younger dawns I hid in their embrace and they comforted me I dreamt of the rebirth of her garden in all its glory I felt the healing miracle of the morning sun when Eva bathed in her warmth; and I saw her inhabitants, came alive with the songs of the birds, and fluttering flowers in the breeze I've known pain; Nameless, faceless fear
I sunk deep into their depths And they hurt no more
Everything has its good as well as its bad. Look positively, you should, you won't feel anything but glad.
Is it a minus or a plus? Look at what the Russians once said, "the same hammer that breaks glass even the steel, it can also create."
To be defeated or to get stronger? It's always your choice to make. When you keep failing but you try harder, that's when your startling success awaits.
Suit up your armour plate, along with your shield and sword to slay. It's now the time to yell 'checkmate!' Cause tomorrow is your indelible day.
Do I dare count the men Who have slithered between my legs? Is “What’s your number?” just a possible question Or is it a question that begs?
Do I dare add merit to fluid actions That ripples through life’s ebb? Or will such an answer create disruption? Will it wrestle with my head?
And if this is so, do I have a duty To answer this knocking question? Am I neglecting, truly, A responsibility privilege presented?
Can I face this number without hurt? Is it truly unimportant? Or with it will I uncover a sting? Will I unveil undue torment?
Curiosity rears its head Maybe years from now I will face it But for now I fear that I’m much too vulnerable Granted its importance was merely created
I am just as curious as the man who created The importance of such summing But his legacy is much too strong for me Through shallow eyes Such as mine It will endow me *unbecoming.
It is not that I do not love you It is not that I do not respect you It is not that I have made wrong choices It is not that you do not matter to me It is not that I must always be isolated It is not my "imaginary friends" and "voices"
It is that you are way to demanding of me, I have lost a lot of My most precious dreams, and am only running on empty. Sorry if this isn't an excuse to you, but you're not me, "Ones trash is another ones treasure..." or something Silly like that, thanks to your endless hustling at this time, *There is no telling when I'll ever be free...
