Concept: Blood runs, a river in my soul, Stories of ancestors, tales untold, From ancient roots to present, A legacy flowing in every way. 23/08/21 In the river of my soul, stories reside, Ancestral whispers, a timeless guide, Blood's connection through ages past, Bridging the present, forever to last. With every beat, a saga unfolds, Legends of yore in our veins, they're told, Tales of courage, of love and despair, Blood's ancient echoes, a heritage rare. Through the stream of time, we find our kin, Linked by blood, a bond that's within, History's chapters, etched in our code, In the river of life, their wisdom bestowed. A symphony of lives, harmoniously spun, As blood's rich narrative, forever is spun, Stories woven together, a tapestry grand, In the river of my soul, they shall withstand.
Wisdom
Unveiling Worth: The Honest Emissary’s Truth
23/7/13
In the depths of doubt, I hear you now, The Honest Emissary, wisdom's vow. Why do you falter, human soul? Believing you're not good enough. a toll? Such words deceive, a cunning snare, Creating standards that bring despair. Unveil the truth, let it be known, There is no measure where you're shown Less than the brilliance you possess, A treasure hidden, yet to impress. Banish comparisons that poison your mind, Life's not a contest, nor a race to find. Instead, turn inward, gaze within, Discover your essence, let it begin. Embrace your strengths, your unique art, Unveil the beauty within your heart. For in this journey, you'll truly see, You're enough, just as you should be. Release the shackles that bind you tight, Embrace self-love, bathe in its light. with every step, let doubts unwind, And it your spirit, true worth you'll find. No longer captive to judgements unfair, Embrace your essence, beyond compare.
Art vs Expectations
In a world where dreams were cast aside, My artistic fire began to hide. The people around me, their doubts grew strong, "Study harder, child, don't you want to belong?" Ambitions suppressed, I followed their lead, Achieving straight A's, fulfilling their creed. But empty was my heart, devoid of delight, For I craved the canvas, the colors so bright. High school arrived, my facade crumbled fast, Grades slipped away, like grains in an hourglass. Yet within the chaos, a spark reappeared, 1 picked up my pencil, my passion revered. Years lost, creativity held in chains, But I embraced art, despite the pains. And amidst the struggle, a glimmer of hope, For my mother's support, like a lifeline, she'd rope. Yet weary I grew, tired of pretense, Of family's false pride, their shallow defense. Demanding my work, their voices would persist, But their words felt hollow, a mocking twist. So now I break free, from their expectations, Seeking my path, defying frustrations. For art is my essence, my soul's sweet release, Not measured by praise or societal peace. I'll paint with resilience, my spirit aflame, With strokes of passion, I'II etch my own name. No longer bound by their doubtful embrace, I'll forge my own destiny, in colors I trace. For true fulfillment lies in following my heart, In art's vast canvas, I'll find my true art. No more seeking validation or lies to appease, I’ll paint my own masterpiece, my soul's masterpiece.
Birth, Purpose, Destiny
23/6/29
In a regal chamber, King Xouthoe did say,
To his beloved children, in a tender display,
“The days of your birth, dear ones, hold great worth,
And the day you uncover your purpose on Earth.”
With wisdom profound, his voice gentle and clear,
He wove a tale of purpose, for all hearts to hear,
Like the rising sun’s glow on a canvas of gold,
His words danced in verses, captivating and bold.
“The moment you entered this world, my dear child,
A miracle unfolded, your spirit unbeguiled,
Your presence bestowed a gift, pure and divine,
A spark in this tapestry of life, ever so fine.
Yet more than the day you drew your first breath,
Lies a quest, a journey that brings forth your depth,
The day you discover your calling, your raison d’être,
A purpose unveiled, a destiny fair and square.
For life, my precious ones, is a mysterious rhyme,
A tapestry woven through the corridors of time,
And as you seek, explore, and embrace your quest,
The tapestry’s colors will harmonize at its best.
Listen closely to your heart, its whispering plea,
A melody of dreams, longing to be set free,
For within each soul, a unique purpose awaits,
A purpose that kindles love, the world elevates.
The days you were born, my children, hold great might,
But the day you find your why, illuminates the night,
Embrace your passions, let them guide your way.
For purpose, my darlings, ignites life’s grand ballet.”
And so, in the presence of a wise and caring king,
His children were inspired, their souls taking wing,
Fort they understood, with hearts wide open and clear,
That their purpose awaited, shining ever so near.
The most important days, a truth deeply ingrained,
In the hearts of his children, a legacy sustained,
King Xouthoe’s words, a beacon in their skies,
As they embarked on their journeys, with purpose as their prize.