Be strong in the face of temptations

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

Pablo Picasso

There is a passage from the pages of the past–in the bible, in the forth chapter of the book of Matthew–that tells a most inspiring story, of how the devil sought to tempt Jesus into taking the path that leads straight to hell.

The temptation came at the ripe time, as Jesus–after fasting for forty days and forty nights–was probably at his weakest. But even though Jesus was not at his strongest, the devils endeavors at tempting Jesus can be likened to those of a fool flapping their arms so they can fly, utterly and uselessly fruitless.

Whether you’re a God-fearing Christian who never misses church or not, I think you will find golden nuggets of value in this tale if you but look at it closely.

To me the story is a metaphor for life that serves as motivation for me not to let myself be derailed by distractions when I set my mind to achieving something.

With social media a tap of the finger away, and app notifications but a beep away, we live in a world were there are distractions at every corner, so it’s not easy to focus our attention on one thing.

I’ll be the first to admit that I’ll unlock my phone with the intent of responding to a text, but instead I’ll find myself seven videos deep into Jason Silva’s Shots of Awe. Now, there’s certainly no problem in watching Jason Silva’s inspiring videos, what’s amiss is that I was supposed to be replying to a text and I let myself get sidetracked.

I know I lack the level of spiritual strength possessed by the Son of God, so I’ll probably come undone here and there, but I will do my best to be strong and not let myself be seduced into straying from the path of my purpose.

What of you?

Will you do like Jesus and be strong in the face of temptations?

Or will you give into your weakness and let yourself be swayed from the path you were on by distractions?

Don’t be shy to let me know in the comment section below, I’ll be elated to hear from you.

An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth

Each day you must choose, the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.

Eric Mangini

Have you ever heard of the old saying “An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.”? 
Yes? No?


It rhymes with the concept of fighting fire with fire, and I’ve been thinking about it quite a lot lately. 

Am I for it or against it?

If I’m against it, would that mean I promise not to steal your girl, even if you do the same to me? Would it mean I have to smile and congratulate you even as I watch you walk a mile down the aisle with the love of my life? Does it mean I won’t fight back after you hurt me or those I Iove? Does it mean I have to stand back and witness the chaos you bring to my order?

If I’m for it, that certainly means if you make me bleed I will definitely put you in a state where you need the doctor, if not worse–your maker.

Being against it sounds philosophically and ecologically viable, but not very emotionally rewarding since it doesn’t satiate my evolutionary desire to retaliate, and get that sweet, sweet revenge.

In my musings, I’ve been thinking of how an average guy like me can get to navigate these potentially rough waters? 

Do I simply surf the waves of philosophical reasoning, and try to be constructive in the face of waves which seek to drown me in the deep? Is this much easier said than done?

Or do I give in to the desires of my emotional and reptilian brains? 

I don’t know. 

I’m still thinking about it.

I guess only time will tell, if my actions rhyme with the saying “An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.” aka fighting fire with fire. 

What about you?

Poetry Saved My Life

Life is short and it is here to be lived.

Kate Winslet

Would you believe me if i told you that poetry saved my life? That in a time of great need, when I could not even afford to feed myself, i got so depressed, to the point i considered ending all the strife by way of knife to the neck.

But luckily, poetry was there for me, so I turned to her to help me transmute my mood from bad to good.

Through her, I learned to let my fears go. To go with the flow, of nature, that seeks to make me grow. Through her i got to know things that made me go wow, like the immense power I possess within me. The power that allows me to overcome any and all challenges that may befall me.

I am grateful that poetry saved my life, because through her, I got to know myself, and through her I’ve discovered that I have the creativity to make my own reality; as well as the ability to use my struggles as tools in the building of my character.

I pray, that you too will find your way into the realm of infinite possibilities, where the only limits are those you place upon yourself.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2021

The Poets Peace

Playing with idioms again

You can’t have a better tomorrow if you’re always thinking about yesterday.

C. Roth

They always said “A leopard can’t change its spots.”
That not wanting to wave a white flag, to my fear
Of being caught in the dark
Was nothing but a preposterous pipe dream
For my yellow streak was known throughout the land.

In fact, there wasn’t a mind unaware of my cowardly exploits.

You should have seen how quickly their heads turned
When i arrived one evening with no spots to be spotted on my coat.
At long last they would face the music of their words
And at long last I can jump for joy whenever I’m in the dark

Instead of just sitting tight hoping that after the night I’ll be alright.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2021

The Poets Peace

My first time writing poetry

Give without remembering and always receive without forgetting.

The first time i wrote a poem i was only fifteen and i wanted to write about the girl I’d seen, who’d captured my heart with her beauty and inspired me to express it through poetry.

In the library at school is where it transpired, this process of writing what i hoped would be admired by the chocolate skinned, brown eyed fair who made me stare so that i began to dare that one day she would be mine.

The first time i wrote a poem i didn’t think it was poetry. I was seated behind a desk in the library with a pen in my hand and a piece of paper on my table. The smell of ink hung heavy in the air. Will i be able to paint a pretty picture of her with nothing but words? Was one of the many thoughts that coursed through my mind.

Oblivious to the existence of any poetic techniques except for rhyme, it was a poem to be laughed at by poetic geeks. But somehow i had the courage to share it with her the next day,
and to my delight, she liked it and wondered if she could keep it.

So with positive feedback in my pocket, to enhance the confidence in my ability, to with a pen in my hand create reality, I was set on a journey of self-discovery through poetry.

The first time I wrote poetry I was only fifteen. Now I’m twenty two and long has it been since the first time I wrote poetry. Back then, i was clue less and did not know how to do it. But little did i know that six, seven years later, poetry would be my savior. My one. And only lover.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2021

The Poets Peace

There you have it ladies and gentlemen, the story of my history with poetry. I’m glad you read it till the end, and so I would love to hear about your story with poetry as well. Feel free to let me know in the comments section and leave a like if you enjoyed the post.