THE BECKONING OF LIFE, THE BEGINNING

Poetry

The Beckoning of Life, The Beginning…

The series of torture,

The beckoning of life,

The podium of realities,

The beckoning of life,

The intrigue of nature,

The beginning of sorrows,

You have not seen anything yet,

You don’t know what trouble is,

Who are you?

The everyday question,

Such as questions your guts,

Your existence,

No guts,

No glory,

No love lost,

No love found,

That moment of comparison,

The shadow of despise,

All the hours of stink,

The stench,

What aroma is delighted from you,

Life at her best Is your worst nightmare,

Life at her conquest,

This is your victory,

The beckoning of life.

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…

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