Tell me what color emotions look like,
oh tell me the the taste of sound.
Tell me what idea smells like and
fore tell me  if the wind will shine my laughter #herdsmanofprogress

Hi Me

I forget to tell you the other day when we met as I always forget to tell you daily how much the much I may less forget to remember me

I couldn’t have much but stuck to you all journey long. I am flooded with pride and dancing with aces high above  for I am proud of you never ever giving up on me, on you, on us the we the once the formerly birthed the grown and now the aged me

Cheers to smiling to your falls and getting up to cry while walking for there is no time to rest, the endless promise you gave me to betterment the joy of gazetting diners with kings while the past laid us me to the floor lay like a dogy man helpless with life sobbing with sorrow of stinking poverty that caused the burning bush

I was right to crush on me for see how this distance is the closest to us. Oh remind me of the Calvary we have oh herdsman undergone and the hell to resurrection. The burial of disappointment and stir of winning scratching from scratch to diving in deep glory

Give me another cheers for I will never find another like me body and soul. Another look alike to suffer with me to not eternity rather to forge life and make life count. My shyness walks in your shadow as I prey on prayer and dive in blessings. Blessings unseen untold, unmeasured, untouched like a naked weapon slicing my enemies to guilty of I wish, the wishes the witches flew and miserably vanished

Hi me, that cried like a zombie but lived as man. A man of a boy, the little stranger me that met me and taught me to hunt the giant in me so can stand mountains and swim across oceans
The sliding from trials and stagger of jubilation

Hi me that no one knows the story of underneath you have come but sunbath my success for it shines all round. In the corridor of earth, struggle we have crawled, non shall stop our heavenly earth glory from scrap to mansion hearts and star face for it’s the rise of our scars to an art of beauty

I so remind me, dance the night off we won the day the lines between mind is circled with thoughts squared. Hi me getting high on heights of whisky and shaking my bottom to lullabies and singing never bye to me until I meet me again my love me and I your beloved future at the temple of unfounded heroes
#herdsmanofprogress

Back yard
In there are stories I have written of how my past had eaten me up
And in there holds the direction of the calm words of hope to lead me to the future

I am a herdsmanofprogress
I learn from yesterday as I do today
In my backyard is a garden of books to expound my knowledge

The great I am to be is greater than the best they have seen yet

I am counting on my self the much I trust God. Written in my scars is the success I seek.
I bow never to give up of making me a desired destination and dream for others

Stand warned I am not made for less, in me is the spark that breaks fear and redundant mess. I unscrew your foes for great fullness no calamity stands my pen running against paper

It’s not the smell of love that she hugs him no that of his fragrances, it’s the pain of her fears to hustle and make living

No love is on for him to carry just that he is the available option to lay a shoulder on

Nay she likes not her vibes only that he can afford the taste of his meals and drop a few coins to keep her pocket beeping

She ain’t your type not in vain but fact full you failed to weigh your options and feel the much your opinion matters of time tells, and then the time tells you how wasteful you’ve been over years

And if she found a better slice of options not even your shadow can surface in her presence

And thus we labor to please what is to be our scar

Jumble lee
She wants me and in her heart dies for me

Nay her ego will last longer than she can look into my eyes

Her jealous speaks loudest when she eyes me smile to her own gender

So I let her know of what I feel though she kicked me away with her eyes.

I am now a free bird off to hunt for new catch for my catch has wings on her heart that can’t afford her to fly to me
Then whom shall we blame for the travelled journey that bore no fruits
#herdsmanofprogress

The distance Is long but yet short in glory of hearts, i envelope and cherish God’s promises for our lives for a candle you have light in our lives. Why not merry and cheers to #blood of #Christ that saved us!

He was bright to try the vain to relove
The hurt was immense but keep the smile straight
What is it to love when you love is to be lost
Grinding the teeth like a motor engine
The fall was so deep and the fractures intense
To love is to suffer
For if it must last you must endure the pain and grow a dumpen heart dumb as the morning due