With Cherry On Top

Nice. Niceness an epidemic, a widespread endemic affecting the whole of mankind,giving birth to an origin of people who thrive on kindness; Propagandas and conspiracies no more prevalent,  rekindling and returning the world to an age of sincerity, where people live together in harmony.

Have you something positive like strawberries? The blue sky, the sun that shines, the birth of a child, a little bird drawing nectar from a flower, the pleasant scent that emits from a flower tree, a warm fire, a really good sleep, mountains that are filled with trees and wild blooms, former enemies giving in and becoming friendly, the seas are free of rubbish and contaminants, the minds of man overly- zealous  with the love of nature, no more petty disputes sparked by jealousy, pleasantries’ akin to      a bird chirping joyously atop of a fruit tree. The end of poverty, no more judgmental incendiaries, Hope, happy families, happiness and world peace, no more greed, all minds and hearts…in ease.  

Where are you going?

When the troubled mind has been engulfed with stressors and anxieties, the diseased heart suddenly begins to speak in a tone which brings about thoughts that spew negativities. It says things that no one needs; an uninvited guest that creeps in unnoticed. A mouthpiece that wouldn't leave one in peace, it comes up with outrageous speeches one that won’t stop whispering into man’s heart, one that would eventually grant way to a malicious path. The world exponentially getting sicker and bleaker, mankind in a state of constant bicker, one that consumes the soul of the weaker—when man has forgotten his Maker he turns into a forlorn creature. Nay! I shall not be consumed by the world’s abuse of power. What a strange start to the New Year, the weather has turned cold while every morning I shiver yet the blessings of the rain are yet to fall unto the grounds. What are you doing? To where are you heading? Things are changing; signs are showing; still we remain consumed with the smaller picture. Lo! Let it be not the day we open our eyes—is the day the soul exits the body.

My-My

Oh my! Here I am again at this juncture, ruptured,

The organ torn asunder,

Hey! However, it hasn't surrendered

Fuming by the hands that torched it

Though the water cools it

I have a bad strain at the back of my neck; one would say most certainly it is caused by stress. 

Oh my! The deprivation of sleep is haunting my thoughts and making me more and more insecure

Oh my! Didn’t I safeguard myself from dropping flat on my face again?

My-my one can never be too sure, can we?

Lost and wandering, the vagabond still in a state of seeking

Seeking serenity, 

he goes through trials and thorns and faces things that pierces his entirety

Still! He embarks on a journey to find the truth hidden,

He travels carefully and in a state of pain and fear,

Unsure of what else might transcend…

Oh my!

p.s. I almost forgot, Happy New Year!