‘Fear floods while filling the faltering figures’ feet with false footing.
He fell flat but his flinching friend fainted from fright. The fifth fact, his father’s frequent fury was fuzzy for a few.
“No frivilous foreigners frolicking in my fields.”
With a flawed finger he forbid.
Frank frees himself from flaunted foliage and finds Fancy fallen face down on the fruit trees’ floor. Flesh freshly frayed but she’s fit to flee as fate’s the focus and frightfully so, if found a full flogging for Frank and a fervent fire for Fancy.
“Friendships are fickle and futile!” flayed a father firmly frigid.
“Freak!!” How feeble a floppy factor with its faulted front. Their frienship’s fight isn’t ficitious.
Though fatigued they followed the fence, the farthest fraction of the field facing the factory.
Finally faith folds into every fiber with feelings not feigned. Forged as family and in forgiveness their future is a fountain which flows with favourable flexibilities, they figure…’
R A P
Proverbs 1 advises if sinners entice
Block one’s ear, surrender never, reverse.
Pray tell why it is a bully can recruit simpletones to collab in mischief?
Sheep that follow and willingly plummet over
The cliff of lawless senselessness.
None erect to oppose but all yield
Like a stack of dominoes on parade
One slip and they all falling down come
Tumbling towards dumbness
Void of true sense
Not enough to make a dollar.
But the passion that fused such misguided unity
Can be rectified in a 180,
And ignite the spark of positivity.
But which one will leap against the grain?
Which will take an insane stance and resist
The urge to give in?
I certainly hope and pray to tell
That one would be wise
And be the true leader.
R A P
The stillness of night
Is broken by colour
The flutter of a papillon’s wings
As he rests on the bedding of
These two have met before, it seems
As they engage in an exchange
In their non verbal waltz til
The break of light.
R A P
So I relaxed myself
Though upright on a bench
Amidst trees and plants
Separated by brickwork
In the center of retail spaces
Underneath shade, in the tropics
And enjoying the fresh seabreeze.
Calm is desired at this moment
And I have lingered so it can sit beside.
Some are about their business
While I mind my own,
As I sip on my shake
With mobile in hand and type
R A P
I see we’ve gotten accustommed to treatments mal
And them expect as norm
Some even reciprocated.
That derailed attitude
Which lacked knowledge and due care.
It welcomed me yesterday.
From lips and behaviour of this so-called attendant
On the job attending to their own needs to be bothered with me.
No greet with “Hello” furthermore
A smile seems for the pay grade above.
But has it slipped that counters turn
Guess I should extend the benefit of doubt
But I am doubtful Manners sit on any of these shelves
And Courtesy is never allowed in.
Excuse me but your rudeness will
Be rewarded today
With my back, but I will not lack to leave a tip
A thought for you to mull over
Service is a boomerang and ought always be excellent
Thank you kindly for yours.
R A P
And to think, maybe I didn’t noticed this prior
I now know why,
I cling to nature so passionately
From it springs life and beauty,
Free or attached with
Breaths inhaled through stems
While exhaled through nostrils.
The crafting of our Creator’s touch
And quite remarkably so.
Art is at the heart of earth
Look intently eh!
R A P
“Come what may
Be ready with a state of hopefulness..
Like turning a leaf or
Waking to a dawn of freshness
And the awareness of growth
In several forms of lessons learnt
During the dozen months you now glance to see
In your rearview mirror.”
R A P
I know you and I don’t often speak
At least not as much as others
But today I have something to note
Something’s in my heart and on my mind to say
I’m grateful for life, Thank you Lord!
For I believe every good and perfect gift comes from Him
In this break away I’ve had,
Has caused growth in me as an artist
Being exposed to others’work
Their styles with each unique perspective
Penning a vast array of subjects, that matter.
I’m thrilled that each has their own voice
And even though we’ve never met and likely never will
Still there’s a trail of ink that links us, somehow.
I’m ever fond of words and I’ve found Death and Life propell them
So I choose to speak life.
Intangible sounds that lips utter,
Rides in language on many tongues
With similar or other meanings.
Can motivate, so I encourage
These sculpted stories displaying emotions felt.
They aid, they show we weren’t alone,
In that place in time, we never really are
They point to others who’ve been there and made it through.
It’s kind of bold of them don’t you think?
They know who they are, to share Thoughts of joy and tears, hopes and fears
I’m rebooted to read and in so doing learn
There’s more common ground than differences.
So I hope to build as they do and attempt to be a voice not just for self
But for whom else may stop to
Glance at a combination of characters
In random order making sense
And say, “Oh I get that, they understand me”
Duely noted Sept 23, 2016
R A P
We all could do with such a one in life,
Who’ll motivate, even if indirectly.
Following an urge to compete, though with no other
But our former selves, whom we should ever strive to surpass
In goals reached yesterday.
I’ve come to realise this your motto being, now is becoming mine to own.
To up my game, to push harder,
To bring it.
And go beyond the point I lacked to reach before.
Not so sure whether or not you know
But what you say, the things you do matter to me
They encourage me to be, become better.
I must let you know, just
How much you inspire me.
R A P
Dedicated to my friend Oein J, we can do all things through Christ who strengthrens us.
Affixed as though I were a can on a shelf
In a cupboard somewhere, among other tins
An inanimate object, without lungs to breathe
Without reason to feel,
I am sandwiched in between.
A sense of being semi-paralysed, with
Lost sensation, where are my limbs?
My inability to stretch, to reach
For another part of me, since
I’m disallowed of this common right,
Pinned to aside and sandwiched in between.
This space was not meant for such load
Why force to ram and squash as though
I’m clothing in a garment bag?
And with your stare to view my rebuttal,
Your ignorance of my being sandwiched in between.
The wind has blown comfort to the kerb
Now blow again on me and subside my heat,
My rage, this phase of insensitivity.
“Hey!But you just sat on me, am I invisible?”
Can’t you feel?
You can’t fit, wait a bit!” And
Realise I’m here sandwiched in between.
So this is my unsolvable dilemma
Confined in a space, mind you
Which was just eased, for objects
Have disembarked this ZR en route to…
Yet amidst this vehicular convention
I can still find myself, somehow sandwiched in between.
R A P
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