Fearless Lines

The readiness of every man to success is not by the positivity the word carries, but the pressure life has soaked you into.

I At what point in life are we to die? How many of us will pass by? Just for our best intentions to be seen, Or for the greatest problem to be felt from it. II At what point will our voices echo in a terrain of no return? How many of our  voices will be seized or silenced? Before the words that lie beneath be heard, Or burst like a grenade in space. III How many will resurrect for many to know we live to die? How many of illiterates will become literates? To know that science is not the answer to everything, And among the literates, Who knows not that education has no keys to life's mysteries. IV How many of my lies must be heard? And how many of lies must be accepted as truth just for pleasures delight? How many of my truth will be used against me? Just for the natural hatred we nurtured for years in our veins to emerge. V How many will be ready to answer all these questions? Knowing fully well that "How many" has been ...

Atimes we pursue things we know we can never possess, we continue in that line knowing fully well that change is constant, hoping we may not have it now but we might tomorrow. But we fail to realize that change itself doesn't change, but changes due to people's act. So what ever you wish for could become reality crawling off from your dreams, but the question is are you ready to sail off from sleep just for your realities to be constant and not fluctuating between the realm of dreams and realities? There's a balance that needs to be met, pay the price and everything is possible.

I In the planet called earth, Humans believe that the staff we carry lies in the sight we behold and the voices we heed to. We mount to the top, on the hills we will sit, Hoping as the sight is clearer like a babe on the giants' shoulder, So will the voices we will hear be audible to our very existence. II In this realm we forged ourselves from minion voices, Setting our pace in line with our thoughts believing it's not the right voices, We sojourn to a place of low light and no voices, Thinking in the solace of our own silence, Lies the true voices. III With the aids we've added, the flickering voices came again despite the hills we've mounted like a palm wine tapper, The trouble of the physical that we behold emerge as our thoughts escape into the world beyond, Our memories flipped through as confusion breeds our fake smiles and our true tears. IV We set the pace on as we know that only the strong survives, Believing what is tha...

Sometimes its the truth you've been trying not to face, or the truth that will change your life. Sometimes its the truth that's a long time coming, or the truth you prayed would never see the light of day. Some truth may not be heard the way we hoped they would, but they linger long after they've been said. But the kind of truth i'm most thankful for... the one you never see coming that falls right into your lap.