A healthy balanced faith is such that it defines the individual in prayer, accesses the virtues of the divine through the accomplishment of works. With the instance of prayer and works, the individual sets the pace of building attitudinal and behavioural principles that measures the degree of good or/and evil in him or her.
Monthly Archives: June 2014
Lots of people are standing by waiting for what would happen next.
When others are going by doing what makes them think best,
The world is cruel with crude intentions, it is true.
But this does not mean you should support what was already there.
For the difference is when you steer yourself to be unique,
Such is the way life can console your every mood.
To peer deeply into one’s thought as an experiment assured,
Is the plan to swindle, steal or maim when there’s a chance.
Even the presumed good will not end as victorious per say;
It began with how to put you off or be ejected from the plan.
Such is the thoughts of every man though not all but some,
Who makes you a nobody of worthless or priceless being.
In your own travails there are cues to take, paths so shortened,
Like it seems it was your might or your power of being.
Yet little was the process started that it tolls a successful gait,
With all the bitter and sweet approaches take and experiences made,
The rewards of success is taken off, no more time to view how it took off.
Or Ever noticed when the. being was dim and everything seems down,
The thought of you resound in the mind for who to blame.
Tracing with past events the present fault picked for future’s dread,
With introspection and other tools varied as means of inventory.
Never a comeback of retreat to use as vehicle of relief,
Of the problems or challenges or whatever that may become the skeleton in the closet.
From all these never strolled this line of thought or foresight,
That alive or dead, wisdom will emerge the conqueror.
Be it male or female is its sex, its the system without recess.
For it was created by God who is difficult to understand,
Or man he uses as instrument used to salvage you from such mess.
Believe it or not, there’s was a known to behold or the unknown ever silent that has never ceased to behold you.
Like the aroma of a favourite ointment,
Or the food newly presented.
Is the feeling I savour deep within,
As I celebrate with weird virtues.
Who knows if it can be weaved into a dream
To portray the passion of perception of life.
Yet without words to say and with no actions displayed,
I trace to find the space of joy.
Warming myself with flanks of greetings
That soothes the calibre of my work given;
For without a stare which I find rare,
The composure of my being in Limelight haven.
The thoughts, gist of those who speak about me,
Seems to rate the peak of success around me.
Celebrating with all that I’ve got,
As I share the spoils of what I’ve brought.
Still the peace of what’s is left
Is the untold history of me in mystery.
The story of your life mixed with the successful and failures of
- lifestyle, principles and philosophy
- encounters, experiences and personality
defines the degree of healthy or unhealthy build of Quotes you build
I will never see myself broken.
Or try to make my life sullen.
With my strength to strike every fight that gives off the might of a bunteous harvest.
Will arise the spoils for the next challenge.
Never will I ever try to fail again
To fail to try without gain.
For deep within are the many but unknown intentions
That strives to bring its rewards and retention
Though time can’t cost to pay all that was lost
Its pains and toils gone to failures of good plans
So will praise when I arrive with hard groans
The completion of Priorities and Principles borne.
I wait painfully under the scorching sun,
To wait the arrival of my lost son
Whom loves to behold me before his mum,
But plays with her when I’m gone;
For unknown to me I was dreaming
To be awoken by the dreadful sun.
Yet I wondered if I thought right
To found a home admist my rights,
Never to feel for yonder growth,
All of Nature’s track to bear.
Alas my fears was yet to quell,
My problems fuelled harshly appeared.
Oh why is my plight ever in my sight.
Without its plan never bearing fruit
Deeper and deeper its pains arise,
Making it seem a madman in .a fight,
Prayers lift its curse with little might,
Strengthening my work with heavy frights.
This is why friends hardly come by,
Because I hardly mix and share with bitter tears.
The tales of what makes me break,
Or is it the rewards that never came.
All is what I hide so deep,
My life heaved with Pessimistic peak.
Though all is work that makes one dull,
I venture to change with all becomes sore,
This life of mine hardly wears a smile;
When I tried to keep focused to make a dime
Yet the time to chime never bought a tale
In this world’ frustrating games.
Its quite Saddening that an army Nations dared and respected is left crumbling with lots of betrayals and Politics. Though they can’t reveal the course of their action, it would nevertheless take them a lot of energy and reform to save their image again.
There are screams and hails of being Popular,
But don’t how to bring it to limelight.
Thoughts from mind and heart flooding in
Making it ever difficult to sift.
Which is the sole or multi-central theme to be,
That will display the successes wrought.
Heaved along traffics of discussions,
As it crosses across words of people,
Who wishes it should be done like this or like that;
But refuses to share from their own experience.
Still I’m left indifferent and ever confused as ever,
To gather the responses matched with their actions.
Wait a minute how dare they put up a fight,
Of doing better if given the chance.
It was my thought which will wear their actions,
And would leave me without recognition;
Quickly I switched to silence,
For I’m better than they, was my impulse.
I needed insight to how to win the world’s sight,
Though its trapped by friends who wish to try;
To beat my imagination to gain heights.
Of Accolades and Hindsight,
Never shall it happen whispers my mind set:
‘You’ll pull through whatever it costs’.
And so it is a vision so real,
To reach the top before anyone could.
The Lauds, Appraise, Hails and Applause;
Its done, Nature has made me strong.
But in dismay I see with a frustrating perception,
There’s more to beat to remain on top.