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From Statues to Sentinels

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  From Statues to Sentinels Narration You know, I never thought I’d find myself in the heart of this mega-city. One night, wandering through a hidden park, I discovered statues that seemed to be alive. Among the sculptures is Sir Cedric, a knight whose marble exterior shines like steel. He believed he was the protector of this marvellous city.  The protector of threats long gone and those yet to arrive. I had the moral purpose of showing him what the world had become; somehow, he showed me the courage to dispute it. Together, we faced a rogue state that threatened to tear our freedom apart. At that moment, I realized that history and the future combine to restrict our ambitions. Sometimes, enemies come in the most unexpected forms. With each challenge we forge ahead, there’s always room for opportunity, especially amidst chaos. And with a new opportunity, a new leader assumes dominion. Nu Jazz https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrxQKZRnAka3dliF7lp1-Ow Description In the heart of a mega c

Godin Equilibrium




I woke up this morning and I felt a pain in my brain.
It was like all had changed and all will continue to change.
Nothing was left as the same.
And in this remorse I was the only one who  knew.
I just can't  believe it,   no-one would believe  in what I had to say.
So I yelled hard and long about all the injustices that has occurred.
I stomped my feet hard to the ground.
I punched through  the air to sporn my stance of knowing .
I spat deceit at society.
But no one knew for me and no-one wanted the goodness within my heart.
I became increasing alone.

In this life I can grasp the future.
I see visions of what's it's to be.
Messages  decrypt and whisper their intent to me.
I cannot find my way to you.
The more I warn the more you ignore me.
The greater the detail the less you want to know.
I began to hate you.

Where can I cry with my love watching over me?
When can I celebrate  when everything I state eventually unravels into loneliness?
The ground is trembling.
I feel it in my feet.
It disturbs  my standing.
I have lost my equilibrium.
But I cannot  reach out for help.
I will not reach out for help.
I pity your own mistaken and intended faults.
Strike me down whilst it's what you want to do.
I want you to stike me down.
I want to feel our pain.



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