IF SHE IS THE PICTURE OF THE FUTURE?

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If she is the picture of the future,

She sure looks like a Sleeping Beauty yet to awake from her eternal slumber…

If she is the picture of the future, then why is the Present ugly?

Why are there so many decisions to make with so very little time on the variability of seasons?
The picture of the modelling lady above is being used as a metaphor or figurative design of the picture of the future in this article.
The Present doesn’t seem like she is adding up to the future we always envision when we day dream. Any man not caught in this web of dreams is not living.
The Pressures in the Present are ironically the same pressures of the future but it is from a different angle, that’s why the future is always unpredictable.
No one can tell the exactness of the future because the present runs in a flux of mirage from the past, therefore, tell me, who can prophecy unto us if an earthquake will shake our faith in times to come?
There was an Hurricane in Texas, U.S.A and their scientists did well to predict many facts and even deaths but I realized that there was no bold record in specific details of the hurricane event before it happened.

If she is the picture of the future, then it is time to war!!!
Such an honor for the future to be unpredictable, such a misery for man to be ignorant of. That is why the problem of the future is her BEAUTY.
Any ugly future hasn’t passed through the process of pain and she is a baby: process of pain which brings about maturity, and maturity, which is the design of any beautiful future.
If she is the picture of the future, then we better be weary and let our heart faints at any sounding silver line in the sweetests of Prophecies. For who can tell if the Sun would rise without a prophecy, or is there any need?
Listen, if you always view the future to be this beautiful, then get prepared for the painful process, the hurtful crafting of the CRAFTSMAN, that hard hitting of the blacksmith,

Beauty may be vain but never cheap. A vain beauty lacks the process, its just as good as fake, but we know Google cannot find a virtuous woman of incomparable beauty!
These words paint a picture, but your perspective is what matters. 

Again I say, if the she is the picture of the future, then it is time to war!!!

Even if we attain this beautiful future, 

NO! WE SHALL ATTAIN THIS BEAUTIFUL FUTURE!

Like your beautiful wife or finance or girlfriend, seductions will come her way, and like I read in a Good Book, the Holy Bible,

She said, “Wisdom is a defence and money is a defence…”

She is one book that doesn’t condole laziness and idleness. 

If she is the picture of the future,

What wars lies ahead?

What wisdom is surely needed?

What money is there left to be spent?

If she is the beautiful picture of the future!!!
© Adedeji Writes.

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Sharon At The Edge (Seven Perfect Lines)

Time bags the Grammy Award for being the most Mysterious Thing ever.

Sharon can’t tell the difference between time and a wrist watch.

At the edge of her long awaited desire, she slumbers,

At the pace of the invincible foot steps, she shudders,

Her heart in quite test, her desire in open check,

Who can whisper to her the silent words of the prophecy

Ancient landmarks can’t be removed, of what use is change?

Ancient Poetry, My Dear Friend (Morning Tots) #Sharon

Shall I say this Ancient Poetry,

I LOVE YOU…

Dear Friend,

At this junction,

There is a need for new introduction,

I painfully see myself as a messenger of justification,

Note, we know in part,

We also prophesy in part,

Rumors are pieces of the truth,

Facts are pieces of logic behind the truth,

Life is a mandate,

Discover it yourself,

Silence is a prophesy,

Interpret it yourself,

As much as I would desire to have you by my side all my life,

It is as much as I need to let you go at the moment,

You are not ready,

You don’t see the BIG PICTURE,

Neither are you ready to put the pieces together,

We need to be together,

Yet, it is a dangerous assumption for me,

To think that that today,

You have grasped he best iota of the parable I am explaining,

But listen to this one thing,

Her opera sings of it like a prophecy,

That I will one day find that someone,

She is not perfect,

But she is in a presect line,

Ready for work,

Ready for pain,

Ready for sacrifice,

Where lies your strength?

She’s got the guts!

Surely,

The Glory can’t elude her!

She will reign,

But when I look into the mirror,

Your face turns up.

My darling, brace up,

Look yonder, not farther,

See better, not best,

Embrace this pain,

Surely for your gain,

You are a child that will live with wealth till old age…

Your grace is divergent,

Stop this tempting insurgents,

Be joined to my allegiant,

Let us rule these rebellious generation with a rod of iron and back them up with love.

Shall I Say this Ancient Poetry…

I LOVE YOU…

#Davelstots

#DearFriend

#Sharon

BEFORE BED, Lines of Frustration (Poetry)

This is the picture of Frustration in the Fun most loveable way.

Been quite a long day for me and just when I thought it should end in the best possible way I had thought, just then, some mechanical faults from the Generator begins to unleash…In this part of the world, our Electrical Power Company have the tradition of ceasing electricity at will for one reason or the other, therefore, generator is always our best option…so you might not just know my pain when this power goes off for hours and even days…

I dare not complain when I have my blog to share it with in a poetical manner…

Before Bed,

Before Sunrise again,

The hours past,

They did pass,

Like into oblivion,

I dare not take a time travel,

To view what,

The Past,

The Present is filled up,

So also the Future,

Surely with hope,

But the Frustration mounts,

She mounts her hills,

She bruised my heel,

I returned to see,

On the sea,

The horses drown,

Frustrated to swim,

On the waves of the proud ocean,

This is my reflection before bed,

I am grateful,

And my complain is optimistic,

I can’t be frustrated,

But her lines falls,

Surely they fall,

Unlike her thoughts towards me,

They fall upon me in pleasant places,

Such that, all things work together for my good…

#davelstots

TO LOVE AGAIN (POETRY)

Poetry of love

BEFORE, Hatred was Love,

After Hatred,

Love again,

I first loved you,

Then,

I judged you foolish,

I hated you,

The grudge I carried,

The pain that sailed with me,

My Captain punished me with the waves,

The waves of anguish,

They beat against my lonely ship,

The Shark of anxiety,

She attacked,

Willing to feed me to her offspring,

She wrecked my ship,

I was due for drowning,

I could swim,

But depression was like a stone hanged around my neck,

To the bottom of the sea, I lay…

For many substitutes clinched with me,

Or that I was desperate to cling to,

But each time,

Each I searched for love,

Your memories,

Embraced me…

When do we get to this point,

To Love again,

I want to Love again,

To Love you again,

To hold you,

To hug you,

To Kiss your lips,

Lay on your laps,

Make you my sign post,

Alter the cause of work and pay,

To behold every morning,

My heart,

Open up I say,

OPEN UP,

LET MY LOVE COME IN,

I LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU

I LOVE YOU

You are my jewel priced above the economy of the world…

#SarahLostInOdyssey

#davelsheart