I know no bound...

Swimming in my empty pool, I show more skills than in over flowing stream...
Souring high in a world without air, I let my wings wide like on a sloppy breeze...
I pluck baskets of apple from a fruitless tree and cut down a big timber with a blunt axe...
I walk faster with my leg held down and hop higher with my shoulder bound...
Still unstoppable...
In the midst of cloudy impossibilities and and unencouraging personalities.... I stand tall without limitation and grow fat without boundaries...
I am who I am...
To be continued..
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stormy...

I picked up my pen to write, then I discovered my ink is out
My paper is dirty.... My table is rough... My mind is empty....
I tried to make a call... But the network says NO!...
Smiling as my phone went off.. Guess I could charge my battery but the electricity suddenly went on a journey....
Reaching out to my matches... I found the case filled with air alone... I decided to go to bed but my bed spread is wet..
Then I rushed to the door but the key is missing and the door is Locked....
What a wretched life...
What am I gonna do...?
Friends when it seems like our world is turned upsidedown...
When it seems like the storm is uncontrollable...
And the weather unbearable...
Don't argue or get bordered...
Just keep calm...
'He who must calm the storm...
Must first be calmed'
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Your Act ...my Act

Most act taken up both in consciousness and ignorance can set the mind at war against your decision... Most steps taken either consciously or unconsciously has dug a wide hole on the wall of the heart of many (bordered..worried..frustrated)... Many may think I am sowing a seed without proper mastery of where to sow dew to negligence of the truth and facts... If you think that which you are doing right now is a product of the good of the past.. Let's wait and see the outcome if it is going to yield the best... Think about everything... Measure it with the weighing beam of your heart... But if you are empty.. Same (unfavourable) results may show up in a new package... X-plicit cares

Kaffeeklatschen....

Kaffeeklatsches...... Ops! Kaffeeklatschen ..... Many may say ... 'what the hell is that?' but when there is too much of words.... Chafts are mixed with grains... Talk less this days... Learn to be a speak active and not a talk active.... The diffrence between the two is in bridling of tonge... Those words have a meaning.... X-plicit

the ugly part of you....

The ugly part of you:
You are too attractive, pretty,fair fully and wonderfully made. Taking a critical look at you.. It will take more than a thousand and one muscles to face off..
Uhmmmm.....
Were you sent to this world specially?
Are you an angel?
The creator was actually patient to specially calve you out of precious stones..
Even he who claim to be ugly moved with you and became prettier than the prettiest...
But don't forget, a pretty look pace a fast attention and beauty makes a long lasting impression but beauty without good brain is as bad as Faith without work .....Dead men...
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There is One I Know....

There is one I know...
There is one I know: who is clothed with honour and majesty covereth Himself with light
Who stretched out the firmament like curtain and the sky like window blind
Who makes the clouds his hummer jeep and parade freely upon the wings of the wind.
Who makes the unseen and form the seen out of the dust to envelope it..
Who made the earth unshakable from its foundation to its roof..ation
Who made the waters has deep as high mountains and highest mountains are like ants in his presence
The waters run from mountain top through the valley, along hills and return to the firmament... Like drops, fall back to earth.. Science called this state of change amidst several nomenclature but I call it one of His wonders
One who gives food to habitat of the air, makes the creep thing to flourish in their own accord
Who cause the grass to grow for the cattle and herb for the service of man.. Medicine called this medication but I call it miracle that needs appreciation..
One who gave sense of nest to the birds..
Fig tree as shelter to the stork..
High hills as a refuge for wild goats and rock for the conies
I would have mistaken the sky for a soccer field..
But it isn't
The sun may look like a ball it serves the suppose of the bulb, for the day and the moon for the night..Edision tired this hundred and times and could only light a room but the one I know did it once and gave light to the whole world..
Who is to be compared to the one I know?
Who scrapped and formed me out f the dust... Added value, virtue to the vaccum in large volume placed in comfort ready mares...
Friends.. I am a wonder of the one I know...
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illusion

Locked up in the innermost part of my word habitat... I wonder farther than been in the world... Travels faster than air... At times Lost totally but sometimes found easily... Enjoy the best part of life and shares from the greatest sorrow... Taste sweet yet found out bitter... Live big yet cosy... Gat wings...ooooohhh... Fly high... Sour mountain tops found cruising amidst dragging sand in the desert... Swimming in blue rivers although dusting off the stain of erosion... Urge beauties too ugly... Hooked up with fantastic four held down with fantasies... LOST AGAIN... Gat to wake up and be real to yourself... Life... Real life is not always based on the platter of gold.. Or harsh sand?
....Illusion....
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At my convocation...

heart beat

Tell me...
What is the essence of law when the right person is replaced with the wrong and innocent people are apprehended and labeled inmate without offence...
Tell me...
What is the essence of defence.. When the occupant of the office is corruption itself and the supporters are beneficiary of it...
Tell me..
What is the essence of preaching the gospel of truth in a country where its foundation is laid on false forces...
Tell me..
What is the essence...? Where voters are at war and aspirant in palace.. Drinking wine sponsoring mischief..
Tell me...
What is the essence of the future.... If you leaders have turn it to a BAIT... X-PLICIT

Response....

Hearing the jingling of the bell, two parallel calls beckon. The call for enjoyment.. Nothing to offer, only eat, drink, swim, gist, watch, play, and all sort attract promptness... You don't need to negociate... But on the other side of it is a drag... A sluggish response... A thinking twice idea of promptness... A world were you have your time to offer... Your life to offer... If not all but what it takes to offer... An arena of consistency and competency... And all sort... But at the end of it all the true definition of emptiness and fulfillment is unveiled...
Don't forget that your prompt response to abilities shows you that you are a responsible fellow... X-plicit broadcasting ©