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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?

Exposure-Nothing To Fear

The valley of the shadow of death

I treaded upon

The roaring seas with gnashing teeth animals

I swam with

The evergreen thick bushes with venomous reptiles

I travelled within

The dry land with king of the beasts dwelling

I searched for myself

The blue sky encompassed by umbrageous thunder

I floated in the midst…

In the books I wrote the story of my life

The images in my eyes

Flashing back at my lifetime

That gripped my heart, my soul…

Exposed to the dangers of the world

Fallen! Risen! Conquered!

Nothing to fear again….

Travelled far, above and beyond

Black to gray

Young to old

Foolish to wise

Failure to success

I have stories to tell

Listen….

 

Why Judge Me By The Colour Of My Skin?

Created in the superiority of the extremes

Lying in the shadow of the hollow

Vipers gushing out at my colour

Did I create myself?

Did I ask for a particular colour?

If I had the opportunity to choose, would I choose?

I am white! I am black! I am mixed coloured!

Whirlwind of hatred blowing around

Poisonous flames tearing friends apart.

A world where people are judged over those beautiful colours; minds of great men have been released to the devil to dominate.

The demonic one is out there rejoicing over the works of his hands; while people are walking around in oblivion. We know not what we are doing…

Let me tell you the naked truth…

He is on his dark throne

Laughing

Rejoicing

Celebrating

Nominating

Stealing souls

Why?

He is tearing nations apart

Destroying civilization

Making friends kill each other

Feeding on destruction

All on the skin colour

We are the flesh, not to fight the flesh but to fight the demon by refusing to judge, kill and rule over those gorgeous skin colours, because he has decided to create a reason for nations to destroy each other over the colour of the skin and add more dark souls to his kingdom.

Tears of sadness over our ignorance

Why do we judge each other over the colour of our skins?

Do we even know why we fight over it?

Have you ever sat to think about it?

Have you ever asked yourself what will be benefitted?

Have you ever seeked for peace?

Can we even try to live in peace with each other without lamenting over the colour of the skin. Let’s accept the truth; we know not what we are doing… gullibility should no longer be an excuse…

We are all great, wonderfully created by God who loves us with all sincerity, he never condemns us, he created us under himself, he hates the fight over skin colour, he wants love to flourish over nations, he wants people to live and love in peace.  Let’s all try to put evil to shame, challenge ourselves to shake the hands of people regardless of the colour of the skin.

 

 

 

 

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Liking the person you are is realistic

Loving you is my life definition

Feeling you is tender in my heart

Soul searching to be matched picked you

The scent of my dream flower radiated from you

Chasing after you was not a base for anything

I courted you regardless of all barriers

If I was blindfolded to chose my heart desire

I would have chosen you beyond all doubts

I would not lay my life down for you

I won’t let you live alone without me

I would take both lives for us to be together forever