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If the Sun should shed its light upon my eyes, Do I falter into depression and my demise? Or Should I enjoy this light in reprise? Naive, I would take it as blatant trials. Over the fact of the ever changing dials. To welcome a new, of this ranging miles. Be where it flows as divinity is disguised, Everywhere it goes, as proximity is deviced. Loathing from past while The Future will compromise. In fear of this end, I will now never be surprised. Even in nothing, there are thoughts and its prize. Vividly taking us into the next. We are revised. External change from eternal burns, we will rise. I am. Therefore it shall and will. Never a dull moment, with each sight we pillage and seal. Wonders and dreams are merely reality of the soul. Asking infinity for reasons to be told. Spending indolence as if it was gold. Traveling to educate, wearing off the sole. In spares of moments,  growth never takes a toll, Notion of sensory idioms unk...

The Sky darkened as the ground lights up. Life reborn in a nocturnal hunt. One by one, you unravelled in the dark. The brightness of my home, turns your sharpness blunt. What are you? Burning ball hovering? Twinkling thoughts or ideas of God? Immensely mind boggling,  Compared to me. Provoking my thoughts. Like diamonds against a velvet cloth, Enchanting us with stories and myth. The shimmering sprinkle of Heaven aloft. Gleaming with hope in this dark abyss. Your soft subtle light breached my soul. Travelling back in time as I absorb your grace. Immortal beauty of a story untold. Your journey amidst the infinite space. As the sky lightened, you disappear like a fading scar. Your companion arises. The glorious Sun! You are unseen yet absolute. Twinkle, twinkle little star. In darkness or light, you have proved us one.

Halt My mind from ever being old, Hold my Heart from ever being cold, Heave my soul from ever being sold, Have my Life from ever being told!

I have always wondered, Anxiously waiting for time to past. To ascend to Adulthood, I pondered. To have reached this benchmark, I have surpassed. Nothing is as what I imagined. Fresh freedom to be me, I thought. Free from chains of conditioned Love and Education, But chains of Institution and Task were brought. I have learnt, loved, bled and lost. I have feared, hurt, dreamt and hoped. None the wiser as I see what my being has caused. Though the wisest of me have thrived and coped. The Path is forever altered from the Child within me. Adolescent bygones, moments change without plan. The Past my reference. The Future untold indefinitely. My choices now, are what makes me a Man.

Strolling Down a field of green, Blades so smooth and shrubs so preen, The breeze it sounds so welcoming. The sky covered in a hue of orange and blue. A Paradise it seems. I thought this was true. A face so brawn with mighty colours. Blue and red with colourful others. Waving warm presence with a smile like my father’s. Such propitious of greetings and open arms, A warm, quaint place away from harm. Carefree loaded with laughter in jokes and bliss, Time for tea, playfulness dismissed. “Served!” Golden treats were the only Dish. Wrapped in gold, crunchy chocolates with a profound mint taste, “Eat it gently,” said the smooth, familiar face. I nibbled it through bit by bit. I felt no hunger nor any anxious feat. Looked up to a grin, a curious deed. Suddenly, felt lightness, breathed in and close my eyes. Such thrill overcoming such a wonderful surprise! Hovered elegantly above the tall grass. Swaying against the breeze as I asked, “On...

I bid farewell to thee and welcome such ideas, To no such laws or manifestation of thought, To know that fire will envelope my peers, This waking life to immortal sleep, our souls be sort. Indulgence of life be free and true! A forced hand and noisy breath will have me not faltered. Knowledge is key but Spirit will guide me through, My Heart's a thew, where I forever kneel, my Altar. Reality incorporates Divinity, In the minuscule and immense. I am without and within, through this infinite vicinity. I can heartfully act. I can thoughtfully pretend. Timed choices and pressures of reality. No matter the past. What of the future? Be it sane or insanity, Only we can accept who will be our teachers.

Nothing too far beyond the boundaries of existence, A story lies in the depths of its magnificence, Through the phantom time and coincidence, An epic of lives thriving in this infinite significance. The Actor; Adaptable, dramatic & inventive. The Rebel; Stubborn, dominant & selective. The Child; Joyous, carefree & attentive. The One; Subdued, Aware & receptive. On a warm blinding morning…. Beaming rays with a distinct cyan calm yet uncomfortable, Baking necks while fresh warm winds danced around his stroll, Blanketed by invisible steam that pressured his every step, palpable, As secretion of sweat etched his limbs, straying his thoughts and control. “Why such luck?” He uttered under his heaving heavy breathe, Down and battered he contemplated his untimely demise, Then, a familiar figure, the Rebel, slowed his path stealing his penance of death, A mask donned concealing his aches and freeing his lies. The sun stood high and b...

His limbs misplaced. His presence weak. His actions laced. His sweat reeks. Inevitably trapped. Careless existence. Leaking, dabbed. Inherent resistance. Awaiting…. Cessation… Inviting…. Expiration…. Delayed Exit. Troubling loves. Features placid. Destination above. His inside crumble. Just within reach. His outside humbled. Welcoming immortal sleep. Dear Grandpa, I bid you farewell. You’ve been strong, I saw! It's been intolerable, I can tell. You have been missed in our hearts. Still learning the lessons you teach. Our love will hold and never part. Your spirit always near, always within reach.

A Blissful day as I came upon my Throne, My followers greeted me with smiles and stories, As the sun sets on a lazy day, a cold sting filled my bones, I replied, 'The Mistaken Righteous' as the followed worries, On Mountain tops they sat in dismay, Sneakily I pushed one on stage, The superiors taunt to hang necks and watch it sway, Wrongful! I kept silent to watch them feel the rage. Months past as I strolled through my palace, All I see are the carcasses and walking death, My veil of smiles hides my malice, Concealed the knives I will stick in their backs A gloomy day, wet, but rainbows are near, Sent a note of hardship and perseverance as my own, Treasures presented to only me, from my premier, The weapons I used to lengthen my throne! Eyes darkened around, A timely death of some. Stepped through my grace, a blight of your soul, Lonesome but still my sight twinkle to harm, My Crowns gets shinier while my sympathy get sold. Atlast, at the peak! Years ...

Begins with an appreciation of ledgers, Clear, true and definite in appearance, While a long journey through the never evers, Finding fallacy in every reverence. As much As I can I try to never, Subdue that darkness within, such pain severed. Sweats and strength wasted as it recur, Anguished in thoughts of constant repeats and anger. Truth be told of tales so epic in yawns, A few incantation of deceit. A Fraud! How can I expect the precision when I am fabricating pawns, Selling axiom like lush apples hiding all the rot. The sanctimony of speech hassling for honesty, Cage it in. Suppress with overflowing control, Never again a lie or any casuistry. In hopes to speak rightness and be bold. An inventor. A story teller. A fictional character. The emphasis of unjust letters that story unworldly. Never a point of view. Always an actor. Only the point from you. Yours Sincerely, Clutching the premise of these various words and thoughts, Baptising the impurity wi...