I have sought for a calendar with the date of eternity,
On my quest have I trodden on flamey grounds of regret,
Knowledge have crossed my path that I know the identity of the wind,
Though for you I search,
But of another did I find.
I have sought for a calendar with the date of eternity
Trying to figure out, like counting the words buried in this tomb of body, I became logical; calculating all risks of ineffectiveness of informations uploaded, for I am loaded.
I- with my eye, explored the fields of my mind;
As I Google-searched those words deposited in my mind- by a pastor;
they existed but were latent, I needed to get the patent right.
So I write, like the Facebook page Iwrite; I wrote- a note- to the guardians of my soul
With a post stamp of the seal of my sole, i send; as I ascend, to my high spirited self.
Trying to figure out, counting the words buried in this tomb of body,
I became logical; calculating all risks of ineffectiveness of informations uploaded, for I am loaded.
So I meditated on Christ,
checking out his word as I carefully check them out from the ballot-box of my mind; picking at Random.
It was like folded papers,
even when you pick, you still have to unfold to see.
I uncovered those picked paper then I saw;
the letters as it spelt greatness off of my story.
Surprised, I surely was; coz I’ve been living like a nobody,
but now I’ve found in my own body- deep within the tunnel, that there is light ahead,
and I’m sure it’s not a train.
Since then, I never saw dark again.
Life became a game too easy for me, the settings were set to rookie.
My challenges I eat them as cookies; they became nothing.
Exploration became realization of past declaration of the living word.
It’s only normal to then be regal, after discovering that you’re royal.
The Bridge between two countries
Travel. Climbing. Characters. True stories, well told.
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..