TOPENIGMA

When I try, records will have it I did Failing or succeeding thereof pages the phase applicably But I am me: at my worst a fallen man and at my best a spirit Better living than existing I am here today, but not anymore tomorrow Battered today, but by choice Impaired today but shining ever brighter as though a new day’s dawn I hate pain and I fear God Though I dread as a god, I dare the ugly rare And believe in my belief in Him I do not know too many things but One Mk 124 I have weaknesses but I long won … If the question of what means to an end, why not writing? Musing for me has become a thing of relish And meditation doubtless a thing to cherish Complacence, an excess not to be tolerated Prowess is a wrong word, instincts are deceptive, And intuition, a little short of the Holy Ghost! Choices have constituted the mileage of my present Though I love, I’ve often than not first conquered lust And though it burns like its love, its safe hanging on the wings of sincerity As commitment has grown into a hunch behind me. Because endless is the battle against a seemingly more attractive dearth of falsehood But inasmuch as there’s grace, I’m living the good life. Within the mind occur two actions: growth or the otherwise And man a mirror reflection of his spirit, and mental archive. I have at first hated many only to return loving and enjoying them Two things do I attend to for their power to sweep me: The sounds of two or more voices simultaneously directed at me, and Decision when the truth, emotion, and ‘what is right’ are inherent Three things have I learnt in life: The road to good is often than not detested and contemptuously thought of, The happenstances we couch as opportunities come as with the blowing of the wind, and That the will of God is obliging the choice about the most difficult an option. And one thing I learnt and which am still learning: Whatever flair or passion is mine therein should be the dread of God. I hate to grudge and sure not God Because the thought of stones replacing me can’t but … I rock if I will and rock if I don’t will Again, I rock when to rather than let the devil rock me But hate when my want isn’t my need And my need coated with an attitude of nonchalance As many as have timers as closely knitted as to their wrists… As many as, are alike all bad managers of time I have suffered deprivations innumerable times And learnt of attitude and of the power behind positive thinking Also learnt the use of boasts as a tool of working the faith And the use of laughter as an assault other than fronting in insecurity. Awaking to the reality of things bestowed me, Grace cum mercy bequeathed me, and the largesse of love … Born naked and screaming When all I could boast of was some air in my lungs When all I could do was just ask for more and more like the leach I can’t but feel like a thief and undeserving … And if I had any thing I could give, hell lot of cry. If not more of whatever for me, less of their long sought peace But here was a wretch, now loved so much though without love Qualified even without qualifications Learnt of process but hate routine, but learnt of a higher one ––diligence And of persevering is a reward in contentment.