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YOU SEE WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO SEEMy sweetness looked at the image and said,"Why can’t I see it? It’s blurry."I laughed soft...
11/08/2025

YOU SEE WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO SEE

My sweetness looked at the image and said,
"Why can’t I see it? It’s blurry."
I laughed softly and replied,
"babe, You see what you choose to see."

Life is like that...
Two people, standing at the same window,
But our eyes are tuned to different worlds.
Just because you can’t see what I see through my lens, doesn’t mean I’m blind.
It means I’m Me, and you are you.

We are each rare, crafted with unique abilities,
Carrying potentials the world has yet to measure.

You might see a blurry image,
An unclear shape, maybe even chaos or nonsense.
But I... what I see is different.

I see GrEaTnEsS 🩁.
I see a god wrapped in skin,
A masterpiece in motion,
a vessel of quiet strength.

I see a poet, a living verse from the uncreated Creator.
I see destiny etched into human form,
Purpose breathing beneath the ribs,
A walking emblem of hope and power.

I see myself, GrEaTnEsS 🩁.
and what you see, will always be

What you choose to see.

© GrEaTnEsS 🩁

A LIGHT IN THE STORMIn a world that trembles under dread, under war, where fear breathes loudthrough a tightly shut door...
09/08/2025

A LIGHT IN THE STORM

In a world that trembles under dread, under war, where fear breathes loud
through a tightly shut door,
and the sky writes anxiety in invisible ink,
where hope feels extinct and we teeter on the brink.

There, in trembling hands,
a golden glow, small, but whole.
Trust in God, not thunder, not fire,
not a blaring decree, but a whisper of truth through the ruins of life.

When panic claws lungs and sadness wears skin, this light does not falter,
it burns from within.
Let them shout: “Apocalypse!”
Let them scream: “Despair!”

This light needs no audience,
It is always there.
It’s not absence of pain, but presence in pain, not sun without rain,
but purpose through strain.

So hold it.
Even when anger erupts like flame,
even when fatigue forgets your name,
when numbness numbs and all feels lost,
hold it still and trust in God.

© GrEaTnEsS 🩁

HAIKU OF REALITY Womb to silent tomb.Dust we rise and fall again,Life blinks, then is gone.© GrEaTnEsS 🩁
08/08/2025

HAIKU OF REALITY

Womb to silent tomb.
Dust we rise and fall again,
Life blinks, then is gone.

© GrEaTnEsS 🩁

THE ARCHITECT'S SANCTUARYI.N.T.J (INTROVERTED, INTUITIVE, THINKING, JUDGING)In the quiet hours, when the world slows its...
06/08/2025

THE ARCHITECT'S SANCTUARY

I.N.T.J (INTROVERTED, INTUITIVE, THINKING, JUDGING)

In the quiet hours, when the world slows its pace,
I find solace in the depths of my own space.
A world of thoughts, where ideas unfold,
Like blueprints for a future yet untold.

Behind my reserved exterior, a maze of emotions lies,
A labyrinth of feelings, veiled from prying eyes.
The I.N.T.J's fortress, built to shield and protect,
Conceals a depth of passion, a heart that intellect can't inspect.

In the stillness, I confront my inner self,
A reflection of contradictions, a paradox to wealth.
An introvert by nature, yet adaptable in design,
I navigate life's twists, with a quiet, inner align.

My empathy, a hidden strength, a gentle breeze,
That soothes the wounds of others, in quiet ease.
Though I may not always show it, I feel deeply,
A reservoir of compassion, that in time, will seep.

In this sanctuary, I find my truth,
A place where thoughts and feelings converge, anew.
A world of contrasts, where logic meets the heart,
A dance of opposites, that sets me apart.

© GrEaTnEsS 🩁


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THE QUITE INTENSITY(The Observer's Eye)He sat alone, his eyes fixed on the world outside, yet his mind wandered to the i...
05/08/2025

THE QUITE INTENSITY
(The Observer's Eye)

He sat alone, his eyes fixed on the world outside, yet his mind wandered to the intricacies of human connection.
With a gaze that seemed almost distant, he observed the people around him, taking note of the subtle cues that revealed their inner workings.
This was his way to understand, to analyze, and to learn.

To those who didn't know him, he appeared aloof, a bit detached.
But beneath his reserved, tough exterior lay a depth of emotion, a complexity that only he fully comprehended.
His thoughts were a maze, a labyrinth of ideas and feelings that he navigated with precision.

As he walked through the crowds, his presence went unnoticed by many.
Yet, he saw everything, the way a stranger's smile could light up a room, the quiet desperation in a friend's eyes, the unspoken words that hung in the air like mist.
He absorbed it all, processing the world around him with an intensity that few could match.

In his own world, he's the architect, designing blueprints for a future that only he could envision.
His plans are meticulous, his strategies laid out with precision.
But life has a way of throwing curve-balls, and he had learned to adapt, to bend without breaking.

Despite his tough exterior, he has a soft spot for those in need.
His empathy is a quiet thing, a gentle breeze that sooth the wounds of others.
Few saw this side of him, but those who did knew that beneath the surface lay a heart that beat with compassion and understanding.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, he rose from his seat, his eyes refocusing on the world around him.
He smiled to himself, a small, enigmatic smile that hinted at the depths within. And with that, he vanished into the crowd, leaving behind only the faintest whisper of his presence.

© GrEaTnEsS 🩁


A NEW DAWN IIA new week dawns with skies so wide,A canvas fresh, with dreams to ride.Yesterday's weight, now cast away,T...
04/08/2025

A NEW DAWN II

A new week dawns with skies so wide,
A canvas fresh, with dreams to ride.
Yesterday's weight, now cast away,
Today begins a brighter day.

Let morning light upon you fall,
A whispered hope, a gentle call.
Each step you take, each word you say,
Can shape a path, can light the way.

The past is done, let lessons stay,
But leave regrets to drift away.
The future waits with open hands,
Unwritten joys and bold new plans.
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So rise with strength, with heart anew,
There’s nothing lost that can’t find you.
Believe in more, believe in you,
This week holds wonders, shining through.

© GrEaTnEsS 🩁

HAPPY NEW MONTH 🙂Welcome to my birth month.August arrives like a sunlit breath,ripe with promise, soft with endings,bold...
01/08/2025

HAPPY NEW MONTH 🙂

Welcome to my birth month.
August arrives like a sunlit breath,
ripe with promise, soft with endings,
bold enough to begin again.

Let it be golden.
Let it be yours.
Happy New Month 🙂

Day 6, July 31: ECHOES Hey, If you listen closely, you’ll hear July speaking.not in literal voice, but in the hush of ...
31/07/2025

Day 6, July 31: ECHOES



Hey, If you listen closely, you’ll hear July speaking.
not in literal voice, but in the hush of lessons woven through quiet consistency, in the miracles of living sprinkled in every breath.

It doesn’t scream: “Look at me.”
It whispers: "Remember what you did when no one clapped.
Remember who you were and what you're becoming."

Six days, six echoes.
Six versions of me carved from discipline, truth, and soft defiance.

This wasn’t just poetry.
This is the story of my life in verse.
every word a breath, every post a promise.
Every piece a sacred song where growth took root unseen.

I carry July’s voice into August,
not as baggage, but as evidence, a call to GrEaTnEsS 🩁

The echo is not an ending.
It’s a rhythm that continues,
a reminder that I don’t need to be loud to be lasting, I don't need to be on the radio, or TV to make an impact.

So when August comes, I won’t start over.
I’ll continue, with clarity, courage, and echo in my bones.

© GrEaTnEsS 🩁

Day 6
July doesn’t end. It echoes,
and I’ll carry its rhythm into every room August opens.
I don’t start over... I continue.

Day 5: LETTER TO MY FUTURE SELF Dear future me,I hope you’re softer, not because the world stayed kind, but because yo...
30/07/2025

Day 5: LETTER TO MY FUTURE SELF



Dear future me,
I hope you’re softer, not because the world stayed kind, but because you chose not to let it harden you.

I hope you still pause to feel things deeply before moving too fast.
I hope you still pray, not just for answers,
but for presence, guidance, and wisdom.

I hope you remember this version of you,
the one writing in the middle of the becoming, uncertain but faithful,
confused but still showing up, still praying.

I hope you never forget how far you came with little more than belief.
how you created light while still learning how to hold it,
how you tamed fear, while fighting to master it.
how life shaked you, but you stood firm, how God made fountains out of rocky mountain,
how you planted consistency like seeds in rocky ground.

I hope success didn’t make you proud
and struggle didn’t make you bitter.
I hope you forgive quickly, learn and love deeply, and dream recklessly.

But most of all,
I hope you look back and say with full confidence:
“I kept becoming because God Is good.”

© GrEaTnEsS 🩁

Day 5
I wrote this in the middle of the climb,
so you’d never forget the faith it took to rise. I hope you’re still becoming.

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