Fallible gods

Thanks for life, the wishful thoughts, the hour glass and so on…

Yeah! So many things to be thankful for, but can we?
Do we?
Not when we are only spurred on by the lesions

 

Admittedly, the last time was not the last time
I have come to admit that I am human and fallible
I have fallen and not able
Disabled

 

You constrict and leave me frail with fracture
A total knockoff that always misrepresents my posture
My dented frame, shaking frailly in its structure
So unwilling to go on but for the big picture

 

To unshackle myself from the haunted past
I dare concentrate on the lessons and blessings
And be thankful for the gunpowder in my hourglass
For the sun sets even in Paradise

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The writer tweets @vilejah

Journey of a determined lost soul...

Broken dreams

Thwarted intentions

Rationed passions

Myopic visions

Closed Circles

Spiraled cycles

Riveting journeys

Weary Warriors

Orgasmic ascents

Hollow victories

Bleary eyes

Hazy sights

Blurred lines

Crowded Spaces

Veiled faces

Headless bodies

Blighted Stars

Dim Supernovas

Misplaced priorities

Diffused perceptions

Trickles Magicians

Pious Demons

Lost Vanguards

Sleepless nights

Disjointed limbs

Spotless Imprints

Yeah, everything is not written in font

Because most are stuck up in our thoughts

So take my eyes and dot my Is

A listening heart and crossed Tees

Verily, things are not what they seem

Very reason I shall employ my sixth sense.



Writer tweets @vilejah