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Life Of A Poet

The life of a poet,

changing the lives of people,

inspiring us on our journey

through the words he breathes.

Written or spoken,

capturing a vessel that needs filling.

The life of a poet

In the element of his writings,

to share the knowledge gifted from above,

to empower, and give voice to the voiceless,

to encourage the hopeless,

create a melody for the lost one,

and enlighten the faded rogue.

Sharing the love of the lyrics from within.

In return to the poet is the powerful gift of clairvoyance knowing that somewhere a soul was lifted on the channel of climax.

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Success Starts With You

Success is liking yourself,

liking what you do,

and liking how you do it- Maya Angelou

Everyone wants to become outstanding in life. It’s interesting how we focus our minds on the products of achievement but not on how to find our paths to the spot. How do you think someone worth multimillion dollars nailed this status; appear on social media platforms, and places where successful people are known?

Part of what makes us human is that we wake up every day and have one motive in mind- TO FEED. Maslow’s hierarchy focuses on the various levels of human need, once the basic and physiological demands are met (food, water, safety, affection, and esteem), a man works hard to climb to the next stage but the fundamental is getting to the level of self-actualization where success is the ultimate.

How do we become successful?

  1. Believe in you (Self Love).
  2. Aim Higher.
  3. Get out of your comfort zone.
  4. Grab a bag with a mission.
  5. Stand out from the crowd.
  6. Focus.

Actualizing this factors doesn’t confirm the certainty of you becoming wealthy overnight; it’s a gradual process where you take a step at a time alongside patience. Whatever definition of success you have in mind depends on what your goals are but in anything you do, remember to stay happy and not sacrifice your soul for success.

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Speechlessly In Love

Only when you move to the rhythm

In that pink sexy thing, dangerous enough

to spark the flames in my soul.

Only when my heart muscle burn into ashes

and I’m gone, never to feel the deep desire

that I can’t control, but the grip

clipping my tongue to the rooftop.

Only then do I accept the tempest in you

got me speechlessly in love, drifting me

deep into the poetry you turned me into.

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Insurmountable Joy

It’s not every tear drop that is as a  result of sadness.

When I don’t know any other way to express my happiness I cry, I cry, I cry and then I’m pleased with insurmountable Joy.

Sometimes the delight in our heart is so overwhelming that it is expressed in a way that is sufficient only to our soul.

Much more than I can ever imagine, when the tables turn around for me I feel lifted high above the skies and beyond.

At times I feel so overjoyed, then I lift up my voice and scream, I indulge myself in self pleasure void of guilt.

I alleviate myself in the comfort of laughter that will never be stolen nor taken away from me just as I wish everyone else around me to feel the manifestation of joy.

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My Magical Powers

It happened when I least expected, knowing when I was fourteen years of age that there was something strange about me, initially, it felt erotic, who would think floating in the air could feel that way.

I can see beyond, far and wide, above the earth, in the air, I feel things people dare not, I see things people never will, call me crazy…I call myself weird. It happens only in the dead of the night. When it starts, everyone close to my room, or inside my room instantly fall deeply asleep never to witness the phenomenon. And they wake up in the morning feeling refreshed and stronger than usual.

I heal anyone that sleeps in the same house as me so along as I float in the air, consider yourself lucky if you happen to spend the night in the same place I do. No one knows but me and me. My magical powers usually live me drained in the morning, my skin looking colorless seeking for nourishment, momentarily I would stumble out of bed to the lake outside my home into the cold water to bath and quench my thirst for the evangelistic reawakening of my body and soul.

My magical powers, my greatest treasure…

 

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Good Girl Turns Bad

The good girl only wants to be happy

She was created soft and to just be herself

With an open mind, she sees the world

As a place to love, share, care and live

To bring beauty into the space and spice it up

But of course she gets muddled up

Good girl turn baf

Back in the days when love and respect existed, there was happiness although very few heartbreaks here and there, probably due to family issues.

Good girls were everywhere for the taking to be baptised into marriage and marital life had a path, not so rosy sometimes but it existed.

But now see what we have; all girls have turned bad except a few of us…haha yes I’m one of them good girls…

Dating and marital life is now easily compared to hell in most cases.

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Why have they turned bad?

Heartbreak, denial, lies, deception, rejection, sexual harassment at work place, home, name it…

Turned the light into darkness

Dampening their souls

They cry hard when alone

Afraid to live again, to face the world

Hard to love again but to pretend and hurt more.

Do I blame them? NO!! But…

Let’s not allow bitterness creep into our soul..each time we fall, we must rise again to be stronger and wiser so that the generation of good girls that once existed can be back again to retain sunshine- eddaz

Vivid Recollection Of Soul

I’ve been looking in the mirror for so long

Seeing my soul on the other side

Vivid when it shatters

And all the little pieces that fall get broken

Memories seeking answers

Pieces of me

Very sharp to put back

Too small to matter

If I try to touch her

I bleed

And I breathe

I can’t breathe anymore

Yet I am alive

Long enough

To see my soul come alive again

Stacey. H, Eddaz

 

What Is So Special About Blogging

When I tell people that I blog, some feel so excited for me while others just don’t understand what I’m getting at. The mystery behind blogging is yet to be discovered by many.

There are so many reasons why people blog…I for instance blog to write my heart out…I love to write my heart out because it elates me just the way music soothes the soul…I want my thoughts to be out there…The words flying around in my heart, head and soul waiting to be unleashed, asking to be free, to inspire, to excite and be analysed by readers.

What is so special about blogging

Blog for the right reasons, when you do it just because others are doing it, then you loose focus easily…Not just that; you get to a certain time and ask yourself “what was I even thinking?”

What is so special about blogging

I blog basically about love. WHY??? Love defines me…I attract love…I live love…I want more of it…I release lots of it into the air that surrounds me…I want people to live in love and enjoy life- eddaz

Blogging isn’t for everyone… But what is special about it is that it makes you find yourself..It stimulates your senses thereby making such an impact hard and relieving enough to create paths of discovery, relief, healing…And for some it’s a source of financial settlement.

Why is blogging so special to you?