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27/06/2025

Like a lamb led to the slaughter,
I cared for friends, foes and even the stranger;
fighting battles against the world as a lone wolf.
In victory, I conquered.
In compassion, spared a snake the last blow,
Fed and cared for it only to be bitten behind the heel.
Its a toxic world, everything becomes poison to the bold and brave!
And for the meek, its a quick grave.
Apologies has got us living the life of slaves
now i decide 'I'm sorry no more'!

Row row row your boatthrough the storms, the hills and valleyNo turning back with or without a coat...
25/06/2025

Row row row your boat
through the storms, the hills and valley
No turning back with or without a coat...

A tragic world,An endless slice of painful stares.Often we loose grip and insecurities dawn,Its not always the end when ...
07/06/2025

A tragic world,
An endless slice of painful stares.
Often we loose grip and insecurities dawn,
Its not always the end when it feels like its the end.

Fact
06/06/2025

Fact

26/05/2025

Swimming against the tides,
One leap forward and a stronger push back.
It becomes difficult to get across
Like running a race against time itself.
How could you ever know what's right and what's wrong?
Like getting in danger for a stranger;
Unknowingly you stumble into trouble and can only mumble..
It is life's royal rumble and it humbles.

14/05/2025

Someone once told me two things: first, "someone who dies today does not get to die tomorrow" and secondly, "you never can kill what is already dead". These two, meaning the same thing especially now that we live in a world where everything kills. It is often said, one thing must kill a man; the leverage we've got is the choice. The choice to pick our poison and brew it tenderly and efficiently. So it kills quick and painless, so You can die once and never die again...

🙀Only the eyes can speak perfectly the language of heartbreak💔 #
12/05/2025

🙀Only the eyes can speak perfectly the language of heartbreak💔 #

Countless stars give light to the darkest parts of our night, countless strides yield bountiful sheaves. Easy to say 'th...
12/05/2025

Countless stars give light to the darkest parts of our night, countless strides yield bountiful sheaves. Easy to say 'the many sparks valuable turns in life' and so does many careless marks guarantee irreplaceable loss. Pointlessly we despair at our failures and losses, though the blessings are equally countless. Desperation only creeps in to steal the peace and joy. Little by little until it toys with our peace of mind. Alas mindfully counting blessings in gratitude can we balance this vice.

Without a start, we do not experience the wins, loses and lessons necessary for positive growth and development...
12/05/2025

Without a start, we do not experience the wins, loses and lessons necessary for positive growth and development...

In the storms, i rode onLoosing balance, i held onpushing against the tides, but i kept onuntil i lost my mind, then i l...
10/05/2025

In the storms, i rode on
Loosing balance, i held on
pushing against the tides, but i kept on
until i lost my mind, then i lost my way.

With my sword i felt my path,
my shield turned a thorn in the flesh and my boots weighed on my thighs. I lost it all but the dignity of my Armour.
A picture in the mind kept the fire burning.
A picture of coming back to you

This warrior's heart is true
with the purest of hope making it genuine.
I became the nicest killer of them all; only because you killed me first.
Now I'm confident that if i ever loose my way again, the light of your love will guide me home... to you!

To grow or to remain,to move or to stay,either ways, there's always uncertainty.To win or to loose,to hunt or to preyits...
10/05/2025

To grow or to remain,
to move or to stay,
either ways, there's always uncertainty.
To win or to loose,
to hunt or to prey
its all in the mind to choose after clarity.
It is also a choice not to choose,
neither cold nor warm is simply 'unfit'.

Once You've Started, You're Halfway There.At the river bank, my feet shivered with a step, then i staggered another, and...
10/05/2025

Once You've Started, You're Halfway There.

At the river bank, my feet shivered with a step,
then i staggered another, and a next
until i walked across the grassland to the foot of the mountain.
Here, i looked up and the tip seems lost in the clouds
but then i began to climb with renewed vigor right to the top.
Lonely at the top, i remembered how most said i couldn't get there
and once more i looked up to the skies
and now I know someday I'll fly pass it.

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