What day is day, night night and time is time:
Where nothing but to waste night, time and day:
With what to taste and power of choice to waste :
What to feel and create:
How to predict the future from today,
Irony of a man looking through what is in the mirror.
Seeing the truth in the lies
The pain hidden within the face
I kept everything inside:
In the head are zombies, awakened by the grand theft of mankind.
How many steps do we have to move to the top when its only one step to fall.
Therefore since brevity is the soul of wit,
and tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes
I will be brief:
“Poetry is the voice that speaks out the silence within us”..
BY : YOGYENHAMA..
is it just me;or do you sometimes get the feeling that your inside doesn’t match your outside.
like a person with an amputated leg,i can feel a missing piece itching to be scratched.
Am not sure where i lost it ;
could it be in school;where I learn t that the only thing i was good at was being bad.
Or could it be in drugs;where I discovered that bad things often felt good.
Or could it be at home;
in the confusion of being this two(2) part boy and one part man..
when I discovered my presence has an effect on others..
Maybe I lost it in college, accompanied by friends and hailed by enemies..
I keep wandering why people cant understand me.
am I a victim of change of things I didnt maintain..??(t.b.c)….
hey there, been a long time coming..doesn`t get closer, but with a superior eye watching over us we certainly are assured. After all the tussle from a past year we all should be hopeful on implementation of one`s aspirations and graduating into a third dimension…
Growth in todays world increasingly feels like navigating through a maze and intricately trying to side step land mines and manholes while escaping straying bullets.
You would be at peace by taking an action in what direction you want your life to go, so as when desires turn to trials,the wealth of the mind tends to be the ace of true wealth..
looking back at every wasted life is a bad philosophy.i think..its an erroneous impression of life`s worth and purpose. the man who believes his very existence depends on all that he can acquire will vaguely spend a lifetime trying to get it.
and if by some favourable circumstance he manages to get lots of fun out of life , his pleasures would be but a cage of spotted mice.
Under the sun we are made too noble to be satisfied with tawdry pleasures.If you are green you grow, If you ripe you rot;
Let this be a year of getting closer to the maker and establishing sincere contact with your innerself…
NANA K.HAMA DECLARES…
life is no straight and easy corridor along
which we travel free and unhampered,
but a maze of passages,
through which we must see our way,
lost and confused,now and again
checked in a blind alley.
but always, if we have faith,
a door will open for us,
not perhaps one that we ourselves
would ever have thought of,
but on that will ultimately
prove good for us…
life is no straight and easy corridor along which we travel free and unhampered,
but a maze of passages, through which we must seek our way,lost and confused,
now and again checked in a blind alley.
but always, if we have faith, a door will open for us, not perharps one that we ourselves would ever have thought of,but one that will ultimately prove good for us.