My Desires

Category: The Path

  • It is what it is.

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    I’ve never been a fan of romance movies  It’s too mushy and all. At least that’s what I thought. I’ve never really liked artists like Chike I think their songs are too lovey dovey But I love Love.  The one time I went out of my way  Listened to a love EP I was easily…

  • Good Soil

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    Am I good soil? This thought my heart toils  What makes a good soil? Shit, manure and turmoil  Am I good soil? Can I be trusted? Am I too sour? Are my words sedated? I try to be good soil I tried so hard. I want to be good soil, Soo badd. Sober reflections  every…

  • When nothing makes sense

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    Where do I start from? Trust? Let’s talk about trust for a minute  Is it possible to trust wrongly?  When is trust really broken? If my expectations aren’t met  Isn’t that a breach of trust? Who really knows how this works? I decided to stop running in circles  And put all my eggs in one…

  • Ideas >> Creation

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    It took the Almighty Creator 6 days  It took me 269 days  To come back and write on this piece.  Just for you reading to have peace. Take your time  But don’t let time take you away from creating. I try to makes these words rhyme, To help you remember, Your time is not wasting.…

  • Worry lost its Hold 

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    What do you know about worry?  And what’s it origin? How effective or troubling is it? Why do I actually worry? Have you ever been told “Don’t worry” mid conversation? Did that make you worry less? Has somebody ever said Don’t worry to you, and then you felt calm? How does worry operate? When does…

  • Nothing is Perfect

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    If Life was a straight line  Maybe I will be perfect. If I could do all the things I plan to Maybe my life will be perfect.  If I could stop procrastinating, Or maybe get some extra time. If all my stars align, and  I act on the advise from motivational speakers Just maybe my…

  • Can I Surrender Enough?

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    How much am I willing to give up? When all of me is what is required  Every time I think I’ve tried  I’m reminded there’s more you desire. Literally, it makes no sense  Logically all it does is stress  But who would I rather impress? The Almighty God or the rest? How can I loose…

  • Real Life

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    Somedays my perspective is my reality  And some other days life is just too real. I feel if I get a billion With all my distractions I’ll be just fine. I wake up feeling pumped Only to get my energy deflated midday. If only I can get a head rub And whispers of sweet lies,…

  • Pride

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    My Pride tells me I’m humble enough  It tells me other people are doing too much  It blurs my tunnel vision  Till I’m acting without precision. My ego subtly takes people for granted  Sees opportunities & tells me this is not what I wanted  My ego is obese, it’s so full of myself  It is…

  • Can Never Be Me

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    Some days I understand suicidal people Some days my only motivation is discouragement. I question my very existence Am I doing the right thing? Does this make sense? Even if I get answers to this, who would believe? Everybody says it doesn’t make sense Am I stupid for ignoring everybody Is everybody mean for not…