Sunday, September 19, 2021

Lying Under The Passion (Poem)

 Where my passion lies


Cries, where my passion flies


Lying under the passion with tears 


My mission blur' by fears


With a fall, my wake up call made a ball


To hit the goal, through the wall




Lying under the passion


Inside my passion, my vision lies


Never a duplication, but forever a selection


For the creation of my version


A dial to be tall to my dreams




As I dwarf my fears


The more I cry, I fly


The more I fly, I ply


The more I ply, I try


But to try is the tie



For, to fly above my dream is never a cry


But a try into reality to always stay high


Open-ended I stay in hope


To play close-ended to doubts

Thursday, July 8, 2021

Framed Lessons

 

Little drops of appreciation 
Never crops into depreciation 

You read again, 
 Again, read you

As the count of one's blessings is to be named, 
The amount of life's lessons is to be framed 

As mistakes of now take a mis' when corrected, 
Takes with no mis' could be a mistake reserved for the future

Akin to the strength of a rod to steer the pod, 
These words are cords to nod motivation into your eardrums.