I'm scrolling through memories
A brain album of man as baby
When life was simple and smile was easy
When peace was cliché and nothing to worry
When skin was fragile and sleep was bliss
Baby turns boy, worry nips in
But that in itself was struggle for acceptance
Of peer pressure and self recognition
of new new discoveries, erection of talents
Of making mistakes and learning new skills
And yet short lived, boy evolves to man
From listening to daring, quiet to touting
Fragile turned pale, freshness now sour
Smooth now hairy, Innocence feels guilty
Pouting red eye.
Peace now a struggle, sleep is an effort
A bit of amnesia, a lot to worry
And so I realize, fear!
That's the worst of it
Constantly branding worry as the medicine
That there's no peace and freedom is far-fetched
So in Walter's words, I'll gladly quote
'I have spent my whole life scared, frightened of things that could happen, might happen, might not happen. 50 years I spent like that, finding myself awake at 3 in the morning, but you know what, ever since my diagnosis, I sleep just fine. And I came to realize it's that fear that’s the worst of it. That’s the real enemy, so get up, get up in the real world and you kick that bastard as hard as you can right in the teeth. '
Monday, 23 July 2012
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
PEACE
Peace is all she needs
To be comfortable and happy
Embodiment of good health
Treasure off purchase shelf
She's got it all, so the world thinks
Stacks of cash, piles of account
Properties in numbers, lot to count
But always down, she lacks it all
It's all mirage, can it go away
Just to have peace, what won't she give?
Needful of reassurance, it will be okay
That's the lacking piece
That she can't have peace
When you have it all,
but you don't have at all
What's a trader to give
To buy the missing piece.
To be comfortable and happy
Embodiment of good health
Treasure off purchase shelf
She's got it all, so the world thinks
Stacks of cash, piles of account
Properties in numbers, lot to count
But always down, she lacks it all
It's all mirage, can it go away
Just to have peace, what won't she give?
Needful of reassurance, it will be okay
That's the lacking piece
That she can't have peace
When you have it all,
but you don't have at all
What's a trader to give
To buy the missing piece.
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
PICTURE PERFECT
Young beauty black skin,
Brown eyes African cheekbones,
Smile of a goddess Shape of an angel,
Body of shinning diamond Heart of gold,
Walk ecclesiastic Aroma of freshness,
Curve of perfection Protruding assets of abundance,
Strength of royalty Purity of driven snow,
Enigmatic lustfulness of Mona Lisa.
Adorable as fresh salad needs no dressing.
Young beauty brown eyes
Sassy spirit laughing gas
Energetic globetrotter
Brainy house of humor
Cool as a fan, calm like a bomb
Uptown girl Archaic treasure
Picture Perfect African Jewel
Brown eyes African cheekbones,
Smile of a goddess Shape of an angel,
Body of shinning diamond Heart of gold,
Walk ecclesiastic Aroma of freshness,
Curve of perfection Protruding assets of abundance,
Strength of royalty Purity of driven snow,
Enigmatic lustfulness of Mona Lisa.
Adorable as fresh salad needs no dressing.
Young beauty brown eyes
Sassy spirit laughing gas
Energetic globetrotter
Brainy house of humor
Cool as a fan, calm like a bomb
Uptown girl Archaic treasure
Picture Perfect African Jewel
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