Luck is a dividend of sweat. The more you sweat, the luckier you get.
Hey guys, its been two long weeks since last i updated my blog and its irked me a plenty being away from you guys for fourteen long days. Only my heart will ever know the magnitude of my missing you.
Though i hated doing it, it felt right to take a short break to regather my thoughts and to re-focus my mindset as a friend once advised me to always take short recovery breaks after working hard, which is something my pen will willingly testify to.
God knows i needed the rest, after wielding the powers of creativity in the form of penning a poem or more everyday, i was headed for a path of stumbling and falling over in the street as a consequence of exhaustion. Only a poet knows the toll it takes on their mind and body sacrificing a piece of their sanity to write poetry on a consistent basis.
I was gonna go completely crazy if i didn’t put my pen down sooner. But i’m back now and i’m glad to have taken a break as i’m back with a fresh, empty canvas just waiting in anticipation to be painted on with the beautiful message of love and peace.
I want to take the time to thank you for not deciding to unfollow me during the time i was away. In fact, thanks a lot for getting me to the 100 follower mark. You’re the best.
Things work out best for those who make the best of how things work out.
Another day has passed me by But, i still can't recall my dreams to memory. Can't seem to remember. The more i try, the more Dreams always seem to elude me. Each time it irks me more and more For i would like to remember my dreams. Good ones as well as bad ones-- Haunt me in my memories, when i cannot recall them. I then begin to wonder Just how hard i have to ponder-- Killing that which prevent's my dreams Like an anti-dream journal, lucid dreams pass me by-- Many, many, many times. Yet, Not a single One have i dug from the rubble of my memory. Please, please whichever GOD be listening, Quiet my mind Rest my thoughts So that i may recall my dreams. The more i try to Understand my lack of Visuals on what my dream was about, that's When i feel myself loosing the dream. X-mas always comes Year after year. Yet the-- Zealousness of my mind never to remember my dreams, forever stays the same.
When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.
it all started so well, when i began to fall asleep on my bed, no nightmares to b' had.
when i began to dream. that i slept beneath a beam, of the night's brightest smile, and i woke to walk a mile, on a scorched, barren earth that laughed in the face of death.
i walked till my feet became numb. walked till i stumbled into a stump-- on which was inscribed my name and the day, died my life's flame-- i stood there, looking at my grave with sore eyes, i buried my grief and walked on to no great relief.
grave after grave did i tread by of men and women that did defy, the bad deeds of those that did belie the dreams of those, never wanted to die.
with sore eyes, i buried my grief and walked on to no great relief-- back to the place where i fell sleep. just so i would have time to weep,