YING & YENG OF 254

YING & YENG OF LIFE
Tales untold cram and come out with nothing,
Bitter is the taste, a who feels it knows it,
Like leaves are swayed by wind, feel nothing,
Just like the ant, struggling becomes a treat,
Outlaw is the tune, pressure under the steam,
9 months she cries 9 months lake of tears.

Time is but an hour glass, emerging generation lost,
Streets tell ur tale, in ur thoughts each day lost,
Love keeps the smile, without it no future,
The journey begun, yet no glimpse of the brighter future,
Sweat each day, smiles lost in mixed reactions,
9 months she cries 9 months lake of tears.

Dreams become a cup of tea, yet unstimulated is the mind,
Concrete jungle nothing to smile about, tattoo the bible deep in mind,
Two birds flown by, a couple filled with smiles,
Foundations they build together, brick after brick furnished with tiles,
Found cheating, questioned was the mind lingered,
Was it her?, this was the nightmare the mind wrestled,
9 months she cries 9 months lake of tears.

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TRUST THE STRUGGLES

TRUST THE STRUGGLES
Step by step, climbed to get a good view of life,
The helm was beautiful, but mixed facades of life,
Everything was beautiful, but plastered on a shattered mirror,
Heavens above glared; there was a reflection as it were mirror,
Why beg?, for that u av the power to achieve,
Everything is for a season, the wind whispered,
The clouds with no rain.

Be easy, time will come for humble smiles,
Everything that seemed lost, forgotten will be the sighs,
Gentle will the wind, unbruised will be the soul,
Joy will be the tune; exytment will furnish the soul,
The road to recovery, to many huddles to ignore,
No time to linger, no room to sleep or snore,
The clouds with no rain.

Troubled less is the heart, comfort at last sort,
Journey taken with dreams, yet never looked over the shoulder lot,
Filled with enthusiasm, stranded was the fortune,
Defiled history, fortune turned the wheelz,
Happy was the destination, calamity was evaded,
Life isle, married to the struggle till stranded,
The clouds with no rain.

CIRCUMSTANCES

CIRCUMSTANCES
What, therefore, your thoughts are, that’s your real self; and the world around,
Both inanimate and inanimate, wears the aspects with which thoughts cloth it,
Yet each day we strive for that beautiful life, wishing to attract the perfect one,
Forgetting that which we attract, is who we are, fed by our thoughts to be the one,
All we dream of is just a simple room of harmony, we need some love,
Neither I could stand up like a lion, me nah gonna fear, shared is the love,

All that we are is but the sum of thoughts, yet we feel so good to rise,
Yet like birds of one feather may flock together, still they blame circumstance,
Tricks they use each fateful day, screaming eagle; it savors of the low-chuckling owl,
When he hunts the park of the night, though it shows its permit, they throw allegations,
Victimization becomes the tune, circumstance becomes the rhythmizations,
Troubled lands, pledges made and signed in sweat, hustle while fishing that beautiful life,

Kneel down and pray, stalking thoughts of pain, six feet under lost is another life,
Gather me pass, though through hot coals, mistakes embrace them at heart,
We a pray, yet dreaming never to be their prey, waiting upon that day like lost art,
Free like a bird, on ma journey me nah give up the fight, the wanderer sighed to the skies,
For a while potential lost, the wise creating problems philosophically, vultures above with ties,
I don’t wanna be victimized, just wanna live ma life, don’t wanna take that breath,

Your lungs keep juggling within the prison of the ribs, yet with a simple diss, I take dat breath from ur jugular,
In the ghetto, sick ambitions, funerals become the most welcomed festivity, for the popular,
Let’s make a toast, you are swayed by circumstance, yet deep inside it waits for the day it assassinates ur goals,
Free like a bird, of themselves they possess, beliefs hang all our sorrows and joys, infallible truth dwells,
Verdict guilty, jobless and marred with killed talents, no platform drawn, taken to the grave yards,
Circumstance given power, weeds will invade the gardens of our minds, in so doing you submit to those outward things, slaves you are to them.