Category: Classic
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Drowsy fantasies
The world is harshLife is toughIn the heat of the hustleThere’s always that longingFor some form of escapeFrom harsh realitiesI turn to musicMusic turns meTo my imaginationsAnd my imaginationsTurn me to myselfI reach deep insideAnd awaken drowsy fantasiesForetelling possibilitiesThat can grow into realitiesGiven the proper nurture
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Moving poetry
Sometimes I sit beforeA blank sheet, wonderingWhat to put downPerhaps emptiness tooIs poetryAnd a blank mindA powerful proseBut how many would seeThe beautyIf I left the pages blankI fearMy script might be misinterpretedAnd I myself, misunderstoodBut I am determined to paintMy thoughtsHowever darkHowever brightMy hands shall always beIn motionFor such motion createsMoving poetry
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Negative Vibes
I hear a knockI think it’s EnockI smell troubleI see him mumbleI touch my doorknobHesitating, as my heart throbsI feel negative vibesI know something is not right
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The Outcast (Page 27)
On Monday, we started school. Our new driver drove us to school, but dad went with us to ensure that the teachers recognized us and allowed us into our various classrooms. Mom prepared some rice and beef stew. By now, we had new lunch boxes and she served us. We were to take the rice…
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The Outcast (Page 26)
It was Sunday. I noticed everywhere I’ve lived that, Sundays were always different from the other days of the week. The weather was usually cool and calm. The roads were often empty or less busy. And many shops were closed. You find groups of families at restaurants, beaches or on the compound of their homes,…
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So much more
A vast universeOf wonders and magicSo much to exploreSo much to devourWhy live a lifeSqueezed into a bottleWhen there’s so much spaceToWonderDanceSingEatImagineCreate As you stand at the shoreListening to seaside whispersCan you feel the inspirationTo be so much more?
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Preaching is easy
Preaching is easy. But living the sermon. Being an example of what we teach. That’s the difficulty. That’s the true test. Big talks are easy. You can make it. Aim high. No more excuses. Why tomorrow, why not now. Be disciplined… But people hear us louder when the results of principles we’ve put to test…
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The Outcast (Page 25)
We were returning home in the car of dad’s friend who had done a lot in the background to make our admission into the new school a success. While the two engaged in chit-chat, I surveyed the neighborhood in which the school was situated. Burma Camp. The name of the vicinity. Soldiers lived there. An…
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An equal match
This pull is strongLike the depths of the oceansOn the sinking TitanicBut, giving in is wrong It’s the old cage againIts familiarity and warmthMagnetic like the lure of a seductressBut, I remain blind to its baits I’ve chosen the narrow pathLong and uncertainTough as this journey may seemIt’ll find me an equal match
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The Outcast (Page 24)
My first day at school. I repeated the words slowly to myself, wondering exactly what it meant while staring at the foolscap sheet on my desk. Could it be the first day I started schooling as a child, or my first day in their school? It could not be the latter. I was trying to…
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