Wicked men and toils troll
Bewitched and stagnated air
This, the evil on a roll
Nostrils filled thick despair
Filthy shoes from feet dragged
Barren, all sort confident spring
Opportunities never close to bagged
Round and round, feet circle in ring
Heart now darkened to bitter
Words restriction and death breathed
Tongue vicious and void ab initio glitter
Paths all filled futures deathed
Silver linings promise futures bright.
Hopes, dreams to be clenched in all might.
Tuesday, 16 September 2014
Everything to Anything: Streets Run
Everything to Anything: Streets Run: There is something about a barren road that draws curiosity. Thoughts once easy now become scarce. Play, run, sit. That streat is remembranc...
Monday, 14 July 2014
Something about a guy called Rea
Remember, remember and place of not to remember.
A time when one's stature was decided others.
A time when one's is told how to conduct one's self, who one should be and where ones ambitions should be set.
A time where one voluntarily limits and looses one's self in order to be satisfy others' criteria.
Never really discovery one's true self and entire arsenal of capabilities.
Marooned in sorrow and regret, one resorts to isolation and further limitation.
Dawn brings a promise of a silver lining.
One that requires one to be bold, completely.
Bold in all strengths, capabilities, short comings, inequities and mind.
Love soon follows as one begins to see the fire deep within one's self.
A fire that soon consumes one and ignites one's desire to achieve all that is in one's mind.
Positive words spoken then become reality.
All desires are mine.
Manifestation soon comes.
This is the story of Rea
REA THE BOLD
Monday, 21 April 2014
Tuesday, 13 August 2013
My Identity
Never settles for less than the best
Always keen to try new things
Knows when to abstain
Shares everything
Is Spontaneous
Reserved
Loved
Appreciative
Ambitious
Leaves the negative
Positive
Acknowledges facts but has faith to overcome
Friday, 3 May 2013
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