In The Stillness Of The Mind’s Ocean
ChaosArouses
MIND’S BUILD
‘HOPE’
As beauty as life, mostly sure as a knife
The more it unvails it’s face at you, the more mysterious Beauty becomes
Every day comes empty but entails a new Beauty
This Beauty is what we call ‘HOPE’
It‘s My Birthday 🎂
It’s yet another day to celebrate my humble self,I thank God for adding another year to my age🥰.With a grateful heart I appreciate God almighty and all the people I know has supported me openly
MARCH
The month starts with blessings
Another year to count my days
17days just too close
I’m very excited 🥰😊
AMAZING CAKE FROM MA MUM🥰
GRACE??
I stamp on my ground and ponder on the words of the world.What Legacy has the Earth bestowed on a plebeian?By might wilt’s he grow?Mayhap by strength and Brain.Ye,it is not as heated Power But this kind goeth not out but by ‘ELECTION OF GRACE’
FANTACY:To Love Is Death
My very own sonnet ✍️🥰..do hope you enjoy reading 💞
Broken to pieces an elastic metal
Subdued by angered disappointment
Open to the prison of the pains of a broken heart
Amended by words but never healed by actions
My heart sobs and bleeds,my feelings are never tamed
My brush and pen shapes my thoughts to tearful recaps
Shaping me into the cells of a dispirited cave
Mayhap my love is a Walking Shadow
Never to be found,held or kept
But is always worth the search
To me nothing changes and yet nothing remains the change
Swimming in the river of love,the tides are low for the big fish
By the time the tides are risen,I have gone ghost to love
Confused! ‘To Love Is Death’
WE ARE
This piece was written by my humble self in co-operation with my cousin Brother Ayee Black🥰….hope you enjoy reading,thanks😘
Life is short and it’s left for you to make it sweet so breathe,you no longer accepting the things you cannot change rather change the things you cannot accept
As a black woman you are you rare,your willingness to look at your darkness is what empowers you to change and become that future you desire thus yearning for growth
As black women we are preys of valour, designed with the claws of her Eagle
We are powerful,we are gold.Our beauty is never tamed
And to all my eboni ladies out there…,we are the pride and of Africa
MAMA
Comparing her Essence to the stars in the sky Her smiles are the last piece to complete the constellation of a virtuous Woman
In morals and prestige she brought me even to the point to learn to say A ,all dressed in faith to stay and to the priest our prayers are made away from home all the way
But never a day mama in her love swayed
Into a rouge her boy has turned rules he broke like eggs and morals learnt flew away like ash stained by coal, dust remained glued to iron
But with hope on flight mama made a way and free I was from all repacutions and dismay
All through my days of learning A, Mama always came and lit my day.That’s the configuration of the essence of the beauty and pride of ma Heart
God Bless You Mama
“Winter Wonderland Love” by Cindy Georgakas — MasticadoresUsa // Editor: Barbara Leonhard
A poem on the resiliency of love
“Winter Wonderland Love” by Cindy Georgakas — MasticadoresUsa // Editor: Barbara Leonhard
This is amazing I had to repress it… Cindy’s a real pen,she has the art of writing in
her🥰
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