Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Inspiration. Show all posts

Bruises of failure on my skin
A heart once plain, now patched with sin
Red spots of discouragement
Scorns my face, am now ugly
Vultures scavenge my only bit of hope
Am down struck!
No boulder to lean on to!
No way to run to!

I take heart!
Although grabbing for hope and it darts
Although gaining courage and it parts
I try to remain calm and alert
A predator in a dry jungle, no prey
A puritan I must be, to pray!

I take heart!
Despite the slating from the hungry wolves
Despite the constant mocks from bloody morons
I take heart though my world turns upside down
Making me wear the dirty trouble gown
Composure I take, though so down!

I take heart!
Though struck down by thoughts of despair
Though seeing that life is never fair
Though constantly slipping from the top
An inch from the ground, mercilessly I drop
I take heart because I believe!
Am the best and not a quitter!
We 
The children of  Africa
Can afford a smile
Despite the terror
Despite the horror
Dimples will not cease to form

We
The kids of this blackened continent
Let happiness rekindle our faith
Despite the poverty
Despite the hunger
Despite the scary sight of our malnourished siblings
Our stomachs rumble
Our eyes have popped
Our ribs pierce the ribcage
And still, despite the tears
Despite the molesters
Despite the pain and suffering
Despite the cold
Despite the weakness
Smiles till form on our cheeks
Because we thank the Almighty
For the gift of life



Give up not kid
You are still a seed
Think wide and don't feel
That you are a tiny bead
Disaster will come and sweep
Stress may not let you sleep
Needs will always beep
At pitched nasty voice so tough
"Rest if you must", they say
"And don't quit"

In the darkest of your times
In the widest of your sighs
In the worst of your fights
And in the failures of your tries
Remain bold and firm
Look back and turn
See the achievement from your bravest run
See the completion of the numerous yawns
And the smiles that replaced the ugly frowns

Success is inches from quitting
Satan knows that that's why he's fighting
The industrious you, the self that is willing
To tire, to sweat to be ready for any feeling
That is against the occurrence of events moving swiftly
That is you!
A brave, at thoughtful positive person 
With brains more than that of a falcon
A kind of person that quits not
A being that is ready to brace a lot
That nature brings unto us!
Give up not!


With tears that try to tear
Off the joy and leaving the fear
With hopelessness haunting my heart
Blinding me, no good than a bat
With disappointments digging dams 
Dams to drain innovations. am no longer firm
With craze craving concurrently
With trouble booming seriously
With stray thoughts thinning through
My tiny brain, they make it drool
With laziness lagging me
Darkness blinding, I can't see
I have one stronghold
I am Spontaneous

No matter how frequent I fail
Or how they have been told I tail
No matter how the jokers jeer
Or how proud are my peers
No matter how they tease and piss
Or how they lower my spirits
No matter how they cease to exist
Or how they really need to exit
From our friendship
Smiles to Hope for
And dimples to be positive of
My life, will always form


A feeling digs into my heart
Deepening the hole through
My soul and my spirit
This feeling spices my heart
It transforms me a new
Giving me the urge and hope
It strengthens my will
Preparing me for a better tomorrow
It does away with the word “borrow”
And gives me all what I want
Assuaging my heart desire
AM GREAT

Am made of the strongest metal on earth
That cuts all others combined
I am a combination of all the bold structures
I am the sun that heats up at noon
I am the fire that’s both destructive and constructive
Who’s stronger than me?
The weakest physically?
I am the smallest bead
That’s traced by all the powerful lenses
I am the paper that’s so thin and weak to look at
Am as minute as the air we breathe
Do you know what makes me strong?
My ink
My ink that wets my dry quill
My ink that gives me power to write
My ink that reveals my talent
But not my physical power
That many smile at
And shake their heads in amazement.





When things end up in a wreck
Unmendable, making you freak
Exhaustive, making you weak
Tiring, making you sweat
Rest!
Just like the birds beak
Builds a house with small strings
Or like the ants
Who collectively take a particle each
And from the soul a hole is dug
Bit by bit, the life’s nature
As a quest starts with a plan.