REFLECTION OF A MIRAGED GRANITE
Hey come let's paint
Paint that eases this pain
Hey come
Sir, sit
You seem broken
Broke yet broken
Artistic stick that boldy moulds
Yet broke and broken
Architecturally stick that picks ideas and bends all fears
Yet broken and bold
Are you okay?
Erase not yet easy,
Partition. Scale down
Plait,
Big strides stroked in past pains
Graphics ,a granite ,grand and greatest story
Good ,so nice
A master piece of hidden torture
Are you okay?
Geographically geothermally and geometrically perfect,
Yet pains plead ,
The black bolt smiles
Echoing for help ,
When the sun goes down,
I might be okay.
I will be okay.
I need to be okay.....
Daybreak, night falls
Mid night traumas
Am I really okay?
Have I accomplished my mission for the day?
Echoes scream,
Flash backs fast forward,
Now plans not accomplished
Am I okay?
Am I to be blamed?
Letter after letter
Paragraphs paraphrased..
It is, as it was
It' will be
or maybe as it was is now should ,
And will be forever
,but,
Maybe my granite fades.
Am doomed to be faint as I paint faintly forever.
Am I all -right in saying
I am alright..?
Hey come let's paint
Paint that eases this pain
Hey come
Sir, sit
You seem broken
Broke yet broken
Artistic stick that boldy moulds
Yet broke and broken
Architecturally stick that picks ideas and bends all fears
Yet broken and bold
Are you okay?
Erase not yet easy,
Partition. Scale down
Plait,
Big strides stroked in past pains
Graphics ,a granite ,grand and greatest story
Good ,so nice
A master piece of hidden torture
Are you okay?
Geographically geothermally and geometrically perfect,
Yet pains plead ,
The black bolt smiles
Echoing for help ,
When the sun goes down,
I might be okay.
I will be okay.
I need to be okay.....
Daybreak, night falls
Mid night traumas
Am I really okay?
Have I accomplished my mission for the day?
Echoes scream,
Flash backs fast forward,
Now plans not accomplished
Am I okay?
Am I to be blamed?
Letter after letter
Paragraphs paraphrased..
It is, as it was
It' will be
or maybe as it was is now should ,
And will be forever
,but,
Maybe my granite fades.
Am doomed to be faint as I paint faintly forever.
Am I all -right in saying
I am alright..?
*The library of Hours*
In the bid to take what was Caesarβs in twenty-five,
I stepped into the ring just to feel alive.
So much has transpired in the dust and the heat,
The taste of the victory, the salt of defeat.
Many times Caesar stood still, a king on his throne,
Watching me claim what I thought was my own.
He didn't always chase; he let the weight be the cost,
Counting the gold while I counted what I lost.
But periodically, the tide would turn cold,
And Caesar fought back with a strike that was bold.
I carry the marks now, the purple and red,
The echoes of words that should not have been said.
But you should have seen himβI gave what I got,
I landed my punches, I fired every shot.
A symphony of bloody noses and pride,
With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
I learned the hard way, through the grit and the rue,
Of the ache of biting off more than I could chew.
It follows me home, a shadow in the hall,
A reminder that pride is the breath βere the fall.
I used to think "grab the bull by the horns" was the way,
But the bull is much heavier at the end of the day.
Perhaps the real strength isn't found in the tear,
But in knowing which burdens are worth the long year.
Look at me now: a collection of shards,
Scattered by chaos and the war of the guards.
There are pieces of me left on battlefields past,
And fragments of mind where the shadows were cast.
Shattered by struggle, broken by choice,
I listen for the echoes of my own quiet voice.
I am picking them upβevery splinter, every boneβ
And mending a self that is uniquely my own.
I am weaving a string, an artifact of the soul,
To carry into next year and finally be whole.
Deep down, the child in me lingers there yet,
In a world of wonders he cannot forget.
Mothered by many, but taught by a few,
He views the world through a judgmental hue.
He is stubborn and small, with a childish mind,
Searching for something heβs yet to find.
But I see him in the walks under the drizzleβs soft play,
And the secrets whispered in the sunβs golden ray.
When I gather these fragmentsβthe child and the man,
The wars that I fought and the races I ranβ
The mosaic of "me" always leads back to you,
The one constant heart in a world of untrue.
I know there will come a day, certain and cold,
When my name is a whisper, a story long told.
Inevitability waits for us all in the end,
Where the lines of existence finally bend.
But until that silence, I love what has stayed:
The pieces that clung to my robe, unafraid.
The true parts of me that survived through the fire,
Clinging to love as the flames rose higher.
Despite the collisions, the year had its grace,
A "catchy" momentum, a blur of a pace.
I met the many-faced world, the strange and the kind,
Left a few bridges and heartaches behind.
We toasted to birthdays, we laughed in the sun,
We counted the battles we thought we had won.
But if you should ask for the crown of it all,
I wouldnβt point to the trophies hung high on the wall.
Instead, I would lead you away from the light,
To the "Library of Hours" we spent in the night.
The lost, quiet minutes that didn't earn pay,
The hours we "wasted" just drifting away.
Just like a library, dusty and vast,
These are the stories I know how to last.
They are empty of Caesar, they are empty of war,
They are simply the peace I was traveling for.
Trust me when I say, as the calendar ends,
The value of life on a heartbeat depends.
The best of my time wasn't spent on the throne,
But in the "lost hours" where I wasn't alone.
So here is my toast, as the final sun sets,
To the one who forgives all my debts and regrets:
Thank you for staying through the breaking and mending.
I love you, Love π.
Unending.
In the bid to take what was Caesarβs in twenty-five,
I stepped into the ring just to feel alive.
So much has transpired in the dust and the heat,
The taste of the victory, the salt of defeat.
Many times Caesar stood still, a king on his throne,
Watching me claim what I thought was my own.
He didn't always chase; he let the weight be the cost,
Counting the gold while I counted what I lost.
But periodically, the tide would turn cold,
And Caesar fought back with a strike that was bold.
I carry the marks now, the purple and red,
The echoes of words that should not have been said.
But you should have seen himβI gave what I got,
I landed my punches, I fired every shot.
A symphony of bloody noses and pride,
With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
I learned the hard way, through the grit and the rue,
Of the ache of biting off more than I could chew.
It follows me home, a shadow in the hall,
A reminder that pride is the breath βere the fall.
I used to think "grab the bull by the horns" was the way,
But the bull is much heavier at the end of the day.
Perhaps the real strength isn't found in the tear,
But in knowing which burdens are worth the long year.
Look at me now: a collection of shards,
Scattered by chaos and the war of the guards.
There are pieces of me left on battlefields past,
And fragments of mind where the shadows were cast.
Shattered by struggle, broken by choice,
I listen for the echoes of my own quiet voice.
I am picking them upβevery splinter, every boneβ
And mending a self that is uniquely my own.
I am weaving a string, an artifact of the soul,
To carry into next year and finally be whole.
Deep down, the child in me lingers there yet,
In a world of wonders he cannot forget.
Mothered by many, but taught by a few,
He views the world through a judgmental hue.
He is stubborn and small, with a childish mind,
Searching for something heβs yet to find.
But I see him in the walks under the drizzleβs soft play,
And the secrets whispered in the sunβs golden ray.
When I gather these fragmentsβthe child and the man,
The wars that I fought and the races I ranβ
The mosaic of "me" always leads back to you,
The one constant heart in a world of untrue.
I know there will come a day, certain and cold,
When my name is a whisper, a story long told.
Inevitability waits for us all in the end,
Where the lines of existence finally bend.
But until that silence, I love what has stayed:
The pieces that clung to my robe, unafraid.
The true parts of me that survived through the fire,
Clinging to love as the flames rose higher.
Despite the collisions, the year had its grace,
A "catchy" momentum, a blur of a pace.
I met the many-faced world, the strange and the kind,
Left a few bridges and heartaches behind.
We toasted to birthdays, we laughed in the sun,
We counted the battles we thought we had won.
But if you should ask for the crown of it all,
I wouldnβt point to the trophies hung high on the wall.
Instead, I would lead you away from the light,
To the "Library of Hours" we spent in the night.
The lost, quiet minutes that didn't earn pay,
The hours we "wasted" just drifting away.
Just like a library, dusty and vast,
These are the stories I know how to last.
They are empty of Caesar, they are empty of war,
They are simply the peace I was traveling for.
Trust me when I say, as the calendar ends,
The value of life on a heartbeat depends.
The best of my time wasn't spent on the throne,
But in the "lost hours" where I wasn't alone.
So here is my toast, as the final sun sets,
To the one who forgives all my debts and regrets:
Thank you for staying through the breaking and mending.
I love you, Love π.
Unending.
Another year has passed,
as if time
wasnβt trying to reach anywhere,
only trying to move on.
Just yesterday
I heard the last breath
of the old year,
and today
the new one stands in the room
without knocking.
Time doesnβt give time anymore.
It only
keeps moving.
And I...
a traveler who walks in pauses,
fall behind
every time.
Thereβs no space left
to feel moments.
Living itself
has slipped
into memory.
Dates come and go
like calculations
where my name
is just a blank space.
Seasons
donβt change by years now,
they change in days.
People
have already changed
before the meeting even happens.
Everything except me
is caught in a fast current.
And I
stand on the shore,
just watching the water move.
as if time
wasnβt trying to reach anywhere,
only trying to move on.
Just yesterday
I heard the last breath
of the old year,
and today
the new one stands in the room
without knocking.
Time doesnβt give time anymore.
It only
keeps moving.
And I...
a traveler who walks in pauses,
fall behind
every time.
Thereβs no space left
to feel moments.
Living itself
has slipped
into memory.
Dates come and go
like calculations
where my name
is just a blank space.
Seasons
donβt change by years now,
they change in days.
People
have already changed
before the meeting even happens.
Everything except me
is caught in a fast current.
And I
stand on the shore,
just watching the water move.
Do we really comprehend what it means to have someone?
Letβs start with the basics: someone. A human. A complex organism that comes in countless shades. Some are breathtakingly beautiful, but all are complex even in their moronic simplicity.
Have you heard their voices? Some make you wish you could give up your eyes just to savor the delicacy of sound they offer. A hello becomes a symphony; a chuckle alone can levitate your soul to the third heaven.
And some are the reason sayings like βa sight for sore eyesβ exist you could look at them endlessly, like fine art, wishing you could place them in a shrine and bring offerings.
Others make you wonder whether itβs the usual mushy brain inside their skull, or if the gods misplaced an oracle there instead. Maybe they poured a poetβs ashes where blood should be, because you canβt help but want them for their ideas, their songs, their lines. Every minute with them rearranges your neurons and feels like a divine sensation in your spirit.
Some must have been friends with the Creator before they were human hands kissed into existence so they could recreate what they once built in heaven. Hands that donβt relent until the last piece of culinary perfection, architectural brilliance, or fashion icon is complete. You want to submit yourself body and soul into those hands, just to be remade.
What was I saying?
Ah. To have someone.
Do we truly understand what it means to have someone like that?
Letβs start with the basics: someone. A human. A complex organism that comes in countless shades. Some are breathtakingly beautiful, but all are complex even in their moronic simplicity.
Have you heard their voices? Some make you wish you could give up your eyes just to savor the delicacy of sound they offer. A hello becomes a symphony; a chuckle alone can levitate your soul to the third heaven.
And some are the reason sayings like βa sight for sore eyesβ exist you could look at them endlessly, like fine art, wishing you could place them in a shrine and bring offerings.
Others make you wonder whether itβs the usual mushy brain inside their skull, or if the gods misplaced an oracle there instead. Maybe they poured a poetβs ashes where blood should be, because you canβt help but want them for their ideas, their songs, their lines. Every minute with them rearranges your neurons and feels like a divine sensation in your spirit.
Some must have been friends with the Creator before they were human hands kissed into existence so they could recreate what they once built in heaven. Hands that donβt relent until the last piece of culinary perfection, architectural brilliance, or fashion icon is complete. You want to submit yourself body and soul into those hands, just to be remade.
What was I saying?
Ah. To have someone.
Do we truly understand what it means to have someone like that?
β€1
May I borrow a few pages?
There is still some sorrow of the past few months left to be written.
I donβt know how to gather inner pain onto paper.
Iβve kept it carefully stored in my heart instead.
I donβt let tears fall without reason,
perhaps not even when there is a reason.
And yes, maybe the fault is mine.
Pain truly begins when hope grows beyond limits,
or when hope is first awakened
only to be abandoned and scattered for no reason.
After all, whom am I complaining to?
Every drop of my pain is part of my identity.
I know exactly where it came from.
I want to forget all my confusions
and stay away from those relationships
where Iβm only allowed to play the second role.
My priorities donβt even remain limited to myself anymore.
I get treated like a pawn in a game of chess,
one that moves forward but can never return.
I donβt want any kind of rights anymore
that pull me away from who I truly am.
And when I try to return, Iβm told,
βWell sir, we didnβt need you here anyway.
But since youβve come, have a cup of tea before you leave.β
For a moment, it felt good when I realized
that my sadness mattered to sorrow itself.
But that very day, my sleep woke me up too.
Thereβs just one wish left this year.
That tonight I sleep peacefully without a single thought.
No wrinkles on my forehead.
Only silence as far as the eye can see.
No noise, no chaos.
And when I wake, may it be a new morning,
sunlight blooming everywhere.
Iβll sit on a chair in the warmth of the sun,
a cup of tea in my hand,
calculating the profits and losses of this yearβs joys.
May I have a few more pages?
So I can write today itself
what I should do and what I shouldnβt.
I donβt want distance from the relationships that still remain.
And if thereβs even a little time left to laugh,
let it not be a fake smile,
but happiness from deep within,
refreshing the mind like the earthy scent after rain.
And yes, if I put effort into making a relationship better,
may I receive the same response in return,
without expectations.
In search of perfection,
I no longer want to lose what is already good.
What can never be mine,
I no longer wish to belong to either.
The words refuse to stop today.
I just want to keep writing.
Perhaps speaking it out loud might invite bad luck.
Now, I simply want to exist in this life of mine.
Come on, donβt be upset if I ask for one more page.
Iβll write again next year.
Perhaps Iβll be seen on old paths,
but with some new talent this time.
There is still some sorrow of the past few months left to be written.
I donβt know how to gather inner pain onto paper.
Iβve kept it carefully stored in my heart instead.
I donβt let tears fall without reason,
perhaps not even when there is a reason.
And yes, maybe the fault is mine.
Pain truly begins when hope grows beyond limits,
or when hope is first awakened
only to be abandoned and scattered for no reason.
After all, whom am I complaining to?
Every drop of my pain is part of my identity.
I know exactly where it came from.
I want to forget all my confusions
and stay away from those relationships
where Iβm only allowed to play the second role.
My priorities donβt even remain limited to myself anymore.
I get treated like a pawn in a game of chess,
one that moves forward but can never return.
I donβt want any kind of rights anymore
that pull me away from who I truly am.
And when I try to return, Iβm told,
βWell sir, we didnβt need you here anyway.
But since youβve come, have a cup of tea before you leave.β
For a moment, it felt good when I realized
that my sadness mattered to sorrow itself.
But that very day, my sleep woke me up too.
Thereβs just one wish left this year.
That tonight I sleep peacefully without a single thought.
No wrinkles on my forehead.
Only silence as far as the eye can see.
No noise, no chaos.
And when I wake, may it be a new morning,
sunlight blooming everywhere.
Iβll sit on a chair in the warmth of the sun,
a cup of tea in my hand,
calculating the profits and losses of this yearβs joys.
May I have a few more pages?
So I can write today itself
what I should do and what I shouldnβt.
I donβt want distance from the relationships that still remain.
And if thereβs even a little time left to laugh,
let it not be a fake smile,
but happiness from deep within,
refreshing the mind like the earthy scent after rain.
And yes, if I put effort into making a relationship better,
may I receive the same response in return,
without expectations.
In search of perfection,
I no longer want to lose what is already good.
What can never be mine,
I no longer wish to belong to either.
The words refuse to stop today.
I just want to keep writing.
Perhaps speaking it out loud might invite bad luck.
Now, I simply want to exist in this life of mine.
Come on, donβt be upset if I ask for one more page.
Iβll write again next year.
Perhaps Iβll be seen on old paths,
but with some new talent this time.
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I want you deep in me tonight,
Regardless whether there's dark or light
I wanna fuck you as if we are in a fight
I wanaa give you this dick till you flight
Today i want to you to be felt
So rough till you sweat
If possible you melt
i cum in you and be felt
What a big black cock
Entering you without a knock
as if the door had no lock
I want you to suck
It is a 12 inch monster
Fucking you like a pornstar
Till all you see us stars
i understand the game as verses is told of by Pastor
Come meet me all naked
Just as we earlier talked
I wanna break your hymen
Tonight am horny,am high men
I just wanna fuck so hard
Insert a finger in it till it wets
Mixing our juices and sweats
Sand,bend lie and sit
Feel me with your juice
I wanna swim in that water
Lick it drink it like mursik
allow me fuck you dear.
I want you deep in me tonight,
Regardless whether there's dark or light
I wanna fuck you as if we are in a fight
I wanaa give you this dick till you flight
Today i want to you to be felt
So rough till you sweat
If possible you melt
i cum in you and be felt
What a big black cock
Entering you without a knock
as if the door had no lock
I want you to suck
It is a 12 inch monster
Fucking you like a pornstar
Till all you see us stars
i understand the game as verses is told of by Pastor
Come meet me all naked
Just as we earlier talked
I wanna break your hymen
Tonight am horny,am high men
I just wanna fuck so hard
Insert a finger in it till it wets
Mixing our juices and sweats
Sand,bend lie and sit
Feel me with your juice
I wanna swim in that water
Lick it drink it like mursik
allow me fuck you dear.
Let your love flow in my veins
like rivers down to the ocean,
and your glory burst in me like sparks from a brilliant fire,
You're mine and I'm yours, so hold my hand and walk with me,
Down the path end of our lives and beyond.
Your beautiful smile is my eyes delight,
And your laughter my heart melts
Your arm in mine is peace and beyond,
How I want this emotions to last forever
You're my fever and my shiver,
An infection that sets me on fire until I quiver
You have me helplessly deep in your embrace,
And all I want is to make us live timelessly
And when that time comes that we'll old and weary
I'll hold you and love you till I die
Our memories will live forever,
And our children will share in our love to the end of days.
So love me today just like you do,
And care for me always just like you have
Let us bathe in Yahuah's light,
And love each other more than before.
like rivers down to the ocean,
and your glory burst in me like sparks from a brilliant fire,
You're mine and I'm yours, so hold my hand and walk with me,
Down the path end of our lives and beyond.
Your beautiful smile is my eyes delight,
And your laughter my heart melts
Your arm in mine is peace and beyond,
How I want this emotions to last forever
You're my fever and my shiver,
An infection that sets me on fire until I quiver
You have me helplessly deep in your embrace,
And all I want is to make us live timelessly
And when that time comes that we'll old and weary
I'll hold you and love you till I die
Our memories will live forever,
And our children will share in our love to the end of days.
So love me today just like you do,
And care for me always just like you have
Let us bathe in Yahuah's light,
And love each other more than before.
*petals.*
I sip from this bottle,
the salt of reminisce,
and the refinement of life.
I swig the snake's poison,
potent in it's charm,
layered by friendship,
I remember how my friend,
broke me not once nor twice,
ah these memories,
the downfall of the facade.
I swig the laughs,
the tears and the silence,
I thank the shoulder I leaned on,
bless it in solitude,
you were the rock,
that calmed my storm.
I take in the love,
stormy and steamy it's nature,
unrequited from my family,
my people that I counted on,
I remember the tides,
that I nearly drowned in,
and I'm grateful,
you were there.
I down happiness,
sadness too and the insomniac nights,
nights that I sat awake till morning,
frivolous fretting for the future,
I think how nice it would be not to think,
but how can I not,
when I was born a thinker.
I sip life,
and death in between,
for the ones we lost,
and the ones we found,
my heart silently weeps,
and rejoices in the joys,
how beautiful it is to live,
as the days pass awaiting death.
I smother the last mouthful,
cheers to you, me and us,
cheers to the swigs,
that we take everyday,
may we find strength,
and thrive in good health,
you should know I'm proud of you,
it wasn't easy to get hereπ¦.
I sip from this bottle,
the salt of reminisce,
and the refinement of life.
I swig the snake's poison,
potent in it's charm,
layered by friendship,
I remember how my friend,
broke me not once nor twice,
ah these memories,
the downfall of the facade.
I swig the laughs,
the tears and the silence,
I thank the shoulder I leaned on,
bless it in solitude,
you were the rock,
that calmed my storm.
I take in the love,
stormy and steamy it's nature,
unrequited from my family,
my people that I counted on,
I remember the tides,
that I nearly drowned in,
and I'm grateful,
you were there.
I down happiness,
sadness too and the insomniac nights,
nights that I sat awake till morning,
frivolous fretting for the future,
I think how nice it would be not to think,
but how can I not,
when I was born a thinker.
I sip life,
and death in between,
for the ones we lost,
and the ones we found,
my heart silently weeps,
and rejoices in the joys,
how beautiful it is to live,
as the days pass awaiting death.
I smother the last mouthful,
cheers to you, me and us,
cheers to the swigs,
that we take everyday,
may we find strength,
and thrive in good health,
you should know I'm proud of you,
it wasn't easy to get hereπ¦.
*metarmorphosis.*
The cup levitates. It's contents brimming to the point of overflowing. At the edges the liquid inside shivers, viscous a little. But who knows? How longer shall it withstand before breaking? The air around it trembles. As if, in trepidation. The reminisce, perhaps a bad memory, a recent happening. Above, hopelessness lays. Watching, draining all vivacious hues. Steam rises. Motivation. I'm doing something. Progress, the baby steps. Mockingly, the temperature drops. Absolute zero. Frozen. My skin thawing out. The contents still, frozen too. The dry winds blow, hopes to get out of here swept away. Overbearingly, the helplessness albatrosses. Why? Why now? Why me? The questions arise. Don't heroes exist? Am I not worth saving? The air gives way, shredded by the cold. The cup tilts to the side, unable to maintain its balance. It swings, like a pendulum to the other side. The equilibrium is broken and it falls. Through the heights it's life flashing before it's eyes. Perhaps I was a good cup. Perhaps not. It hits the floor, and breaks to a million pieces. Shattered, never to be used
The cup levitates. It's contents brimming to the point of overflowing. At the edges the liquid inside shivers, viscous a little. But who knows? How longer shall it withstand before breaking? The air around it trembles. As if, in trepidation. The reminisce, perhaps a bad memory, a recent happening. Above, hopelessness lays. Watching, draining all vivacious hues. Steam rises. Motivation. I'm doing something. Progress, the baby steps. Mockingly, the temperature drops. Absolute zero. Frozen. My skin thawing out. The contents still, frozen too. The dry winds blow, hopes to get out of here swept away. Overbearingly, the helplessness albatrosses. Why? Why now? Why me? The questions arise. Don't heroes exist? Am I not worth saving? The air gives way, shredded by the cold. The cup tilts to the side, unable to maintain its balance. It swings, like a pendulum to the other side. The equilibrium is broken and it falls. Through the heights it's life flashing before it's eyes. Perhaps I was a good cup. Perhaps not. It hits the floor, and breaks to a million pieces. Shattered, never to be used
β€1
Y O U' R E K I L L I N G U S
you're supposed to protect us
but instead you're killing us
one by one, like flies on a wall
silencing the voices that dare to speak
why are you doing this?
what's the reason for this bloody dance?
is it power? is it greed?
or is it just the stench of your own decay?
you're killing Ugandans, one by one
leaving their bodies in the streets
like discarded trash, like yesterday's news
and nobody says a word, nobody moves
the silence is deafening, the silence is a scream
as you continue to kill, to maim, to oppress
and we're just supposed to take it, to swallow it whole
like a bitter pill, like a poison that slowly kills
but I won't take it, I won't swallow it whole
I'll spit it out, I'll scream it loud
you're killing us, you're killing our souls
and we won't be silenced, we won't be controlled.
you're supposed to protect us
but instead you're killing us
one by one, like flies on a wall
silencing the voices that dare to speak
why are you doing this?
what's the reason for this bloody dance?
is it power? is it greed?
or is it just the stench of your own decay?
you're killing Ugandans, one by one
leaving their bodies in the streets
like discarded trash, like yesterday's news
and nobody says a word, nobody moves
the silence is deafening, the silence is a scream
as you continue to kill, to maim, to oppress
and we're just supposed to take it, to swallow it whole
like a bitter pill, like a poison that slowly kills
but I won't take it, I won't swallow it whole
I'll spit it out, I'll scream it loud
you're killing us, you're killing our souls
and we won't be silenced, we won't be controlled.
βMarriage is hard.
Divorce is hard.
Choose your hard.
Obesity is hard.
Being fit is hard.
Choose your hard.
Being in debt is hard.
Being financially disciplined is hard.
Choose your hard.
Starting a business is hard.
Working a 9 to 5 job is hard.
Choose your hard.
Life will never be easy,
but you can choose your hard.
Choose wisely!"
Divorce is hard.
Choose your hard.
Obesity is hard.
Being fit is hard.
Choose your hard.
Being in debt is hard.
Being financially disciplined is hard.
Choose your hard.
Starting a business is hard.
Working a 9 to 5 job is hard.
Choose your hard.
Life will never be easy,
but you can choose your hard.
Choose wisely!"
LIFE IS UNFAIR
Life is unfair
It needs no failure
It needs those who prepare
To those who take care,
It offers a chair
Life is unfair indeed
Especially to those who can't succeed
It doesn't want them to be pleased
In it, there's no over speed
For one can't procceed
Life is a journey
Full of pain without money
Really it sounds funny
If you're canny,
It offers honey
Life is a real gamble
It needs one to struggle
But easy to escape trouble
If you engalf humble
No need to scramble
For it hates one to stumble
Life is unfair
It needs no failure
It needs those who prepare
To those who take care,
It offers a chair
Life is unfair indeed
Especially to those who can't succeed
It doesn't want them to be pleased
In it, there's no over speed
For one can't procceed
Life is a journey
Full of pain without money
Really it sounds funny
If you're canny,
It offers honey
Life is a real gamble
It needs one to struggle
But easy to escape trouble
If you engalf humble
No need to scramble
For it hates one to stumble
Marriages usually do not collapse overnight. They become bankrupt gradually over time because they lack daily deposits of love, communication, and affirmation. Unfortunately, couples often lose the spark they shared before they married only to be replaced with a humdrum routine. Dating and romancing your spouse can change those patterns. Be intentional, be specific, be extraordinary in your marriage. Set aside time for each other on a weekly basis (at a minimum) and then guard it with all you have. It can be formal or relaxed, a few hours or a few minutes, a night on the town or a walk down the street. Call it "date night", "us time", "mommy and daddy time", "the marriage minutes", or whatever works for you, but just know that this time is precious to your marriage and must be fiercely protected.
It is not what you do or how long which is important, rather it is because this time gives you and your spouse a chance to reconnect which makes everything right in the world once again.
It is not what you do or how long which is important, rather it is because this time gives you and your spouse a chance to reconnect which makes everything right in the world once again.
*ECHOES IN THE SILENCE*
When the since is loud, the spirit is low!
For the mind slumbers : thoughts are joggled..
The heart bleeds_but the veins got no flow in them...
The CPU has failed, for every nerve is paralyzed!
I got cravings: yet I'm not paged!
I long for love _ yet I'm to weak to persue it...
It's feather like: I can't comprehend its speed_
An elephant I'm, weighing tonnes leaving me grounded...
I'm hopeless: a glimmer of hope isn't expected!
Though I'm not a bat _ my vision is blur...
I hope for my heart to race, yet its piston is worn out _
Its pulse is faint _the heavens awaits my arrival!
They say, "love isn't for the weak."
I bet the ox in me fled: for the existence of love terrified it!
I've lost my sanity, while the beautiful serenity withered...
I'm a failure in love _yet a master in making others bloom!
When the since is loud, the spirit is low!
For the mind slumbers : thoughts are joggled..
The heart bleeds_but the veins got no flow in them...
The CPU has failed, for every nerve is paralyzed!
I got cravings: yet I'm not paged!
I long for love _ yet I'm to weak to persue it...
It's feather like: I can't comprehend its speed_
An elephant I'm, weighing tonnes leaving me grounded...
I'm hopeless: a glimmer of hope isn't expected!
Though I'm not a bat _ my vision is blur...
I hope for my heart to race, yet its piston is worn out _
Its pulse is faint _the heavens awaits my arrival!
They say, "love isn't for the weak."
I bet the ox in me fled: for the existence of love terrified it!
I've lost my sanity, while the beautiful serenity withered...
I'm a failure in love _yet a master in making others bloom!
I know I sound like a broken record
every time I tell you what you mean to me.
But my heart insists
it reminds me again and again,
especially when I see you.
It gets scared of the thought
that one day someone else might say
what I forgot to.
So I keep telling you,
not because Iβve run out of new words,
but because youβre someone
I never want to stop reminding
how much you matter to me.
I feel no shame,
no hesitation,
in showing how much I want you.
My feelings for you
arenβt something I want to hide
or tone down.
If anything,
I want to be louder about them
clearer, bolder
unafraid of letting you know
that you matter to me
more than I know how to explain.
So itβs up to you
if you want to keep listening
to this broken record.
Because it has no off button,
no pause,
no idea how to stop...
it just keeps playing
every time my heart feels your presence.
every time I tell you what you mean to me.
But my heart insists
it reminds me again and again,
especially when I see you.
It gets scared of the thought
that one day someone else might say
what I forgot to.
So I keep telling you,
not because Iβve run out of new words,
but because youβre someone
I never want to stop reminding
how much you matter to me.
I feel no shame,
no hesitation,
in showing how much I want you.
My feelings for you
arenβt something I want to hide
or tone down.
If anything,
I want to be louder about them
clearer, bolder
unafraid of letting you know
that you matter to me
more than I know how to explain.
So itβs up to you
if you want to keep listening
to this broken record.
Because it has no off button,
no pause,
no idea how to stop...
it just keeps playing
every time my heart feels your presence.
DEEP!
I want you deep in me tonight,
Regardless whether there's dark or light
I wanna fuck you as if we are in a fight
I wanaa give you this dick till you flight
Today i want to you to be felt
So rough till you sweat
If possible you melt
i cum in you and be felt
What a big black cock
Entering you without a knock
as if the door had no lock
I want you to suck
It is a 12 inch monster
Fucking you like a pornstar
Till all you see us stars
i understand the game as verses is told of by Pastor
Come meet me all naked
Just as we earlier talked
I wanna break your hymen
Tonight am horny,am high men
I just wanna fuck so hard
Insert a finger in it till it wets
Mixing our juices and sweats
Sand,bend lie and sit
Feel me with your juice
I wanna swim in that water
Lick it drink it like mursik
allow me fuck you dear.
I want you deep in me tonight,
Regardless whether there's dark or light
I wanna fuck you as if we are in a fight
I wanaa give you this dick till you flight
Today i want to you to be felt
So rough till you sweat
If possible you melt
i cum in you and be felt
What a big black cock
Entering you without a knock
as if the door had no lock
I want you to suck
It is a 12 inch monster
Fucking you like a pornstar
Till all you see us stars
i understand the game as verses is told of by Pastor
Come meet me all naked
Just as we earlier talked
I wanna break your hymen
Tonight am horny,am high men
I just wanna fuck so hard
Insert a finger in it till it wets
Mixing our juices and sweats
Sand,bend lie and sit
Feel me with your juice
I wanna swim in that water
Lick it drink it like mursik
allow me fuck you dear.
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