You're trapped in the same wheel, despite all your cunning; too meek to wield energy, the pain keeps you running. A pit of darkness outside is what you perceive, and what you feel is deserved, ye shall receive.
When you fuel the hate, it is stronger than love, you hear it ripple like thunder through the air above. And oh my, dear, I cannot disagree, what sets you on fire once burned in me.
Life without healing amounts to zero. The greatest secret is, you are your own personal hero. Yet you could never see it, while hiding in your shell, because you believed the world offered nothing but hell.
Africa, your time has come To increase your prosperity And unlock your wealth
Through cooperation And innovation Your time has come To remove obstacles And create life abundantly
Your energy keeps building... So many hopes and dreams In pattern and matrix form Ready to be clothed with Physical matter
The ideas and technologies Now safeguard personal identity And bestow economic identity To people and nations That prosperity may abound
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This poem was inspired by Charles Hoskinson, the genius mathematician who is also the founder of Cardano. Charles and I both were inspired by Kiva, the micro-loan lending group that helps so many people worldwide.
Cardano is a cryptocurrency, but it's much more than that. Charles has in mind to use it to establish economic identity for millions in Africa who do not have this blessing. They need a safe and secure way to transmit money, own land with deeds, borrow money, and much more.
The projects are in the incipient stages but developing rapidly - especially in Ethiopia. So I wrote this poem as a tribute to the people of Africa - and to Charles for helping establish systems to unlock the prosperity of the African nations!
As you hold me in your arms Our fingers entwined together A current of energy Flowing from your body to mine So strong and exhilarating I melt into you My heart racing My breathing erratic I feel like I could explode From this overwhelming feeling Your energy and soul Connecting to mine I have never felt you like this before And I can’t wait to feel you like that again
a limited brotherhood is a limited respect limit is limit of a brotherhood limit is limit of respect respect is a limited energy of respect respect is a limited energy of a brotherhood respect is a limited energy of a energy respect is a energy of respect
a limited energy,a limited respect a sister is a energy of a sister a sister is a energy of respect a sister limit the energy of a sister a sister limit the energy of a brotherhood a sister is a brotherhood sister a sisterhood is a limited respect of a sisterhood
a limited respect is a limited sisterhood respect is a limited respect of a sisterhood energy is a sisterhood energy energy is a sisterhood respect a sisterhood and brotherhood is a limited energy a sisterhood and brotherhood is a limited energy of a energy a sisterhood and brotherhood is a limited energy of respect
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc… this poem is about an energy of respect is a limited energy. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Where’s your faith for me? Where’s all that energy transferring from you to me? What ever happened to “I believe in you Zay” “Let’s go Zay” “Praying for you Zay”... It’s so funny how I can cheer you on in your darkest hour When your light becomes dimmer & dimmer into the pitch black void When your demons surround you in your bedroom attacking you in your dreams.
I can lead us in prayer & God, himself, gives us power to overcome obstacles together.
Yet, when I’m down I receive a closed mouth full of sand & a mind of emptiness from you.