Beauty & Meaning

A perfect life haven't been lived, A perfect love exist in thoughts movies, A perfect path haven't been explored, A perfect soul haven't been born, A perfect story, is edited and scripted, Perfection is an illusion of the mind. ©️Toobrightanthony  📸: Eva Brozini @pexels.com

After the thrill, love grows or goes, It thickens and deepens, or fades away, It coils into a knot, or loosen and breaks, It flows and grows, or dwindle and die, It flourish and burnish, or it's razed and burnt, It sweetens and and gladens, or becomes bilious and toxic, It deals and heals, or bleeds and kills, After a while, love takes a turn, It just never stay the same. ©️Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com.

Freedom has a cost, It comes in forms and types, Blood, sweat, an hand or a limbs, It can be heavy, painful and teary, It is paid in full or in installments, It will cost you relationships and conflicts, And sometimes more too, No freedom comes without a cost. ©️Toobrightanthony 📸 :pixabay@pexels.com

Everyone has an opinion for you, Each with different opinion for you, Like a dish made by different cooks The taste will be of different spices, Everyone has a path they want you to follow, Even if it's doesn't leads to your destination, Like a lost soul you keep wandering, When you follow maps not designed for you. Everyone has a thought about you, The good, the bad, and other differing thoughts, like drugs differ, so do thoughts differ, Make sure you have a mind of your own. ©️Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels

Love doesn't die, only lust dies after the thrill, It's a process that takes time, to grow and form, Burying It's roots, deep in the soil of the soul, It weaves and digs, to the branches of the heart, To form a grip, so strong to break or forgotten,  Love doesn't die, it lives to a very long time.  ©️@Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com.

Friend to all, alien to self. You give your best to all, You leave nothing to yourself, Scared to hurt, available to sundry, Happy with others, angry with self, You can't say no, you fear their rage, A friend to all, an enemy to self. © Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com

Gluttons dig their graves with their teeth, They bury themselves with each chunk they munch, They fatten and thicken till the day of slaughter, Expanding and increasing as they dig deeper into their graves, Gluttons dig their graves with their teeth, Till they are buried 6 feet deep. ✍@Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com.

Take time to think, don't  make decisions in haste, Decisions made in a blink, end up in waste, Shun the crowd, the bandwagon trap, Their actions are bad, like a broke tap, Filter through your reasoning, a thought at a time, Your time is precious, it's worth more than a dime, Take your time to think, trust not your feelings, They may seem right , but usually end in failings. ✍Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com

Sometimes it starts slowly,  Then it progresses Steadily, It surges up, or dries off with time, Love doesn't have a particular path. Other times it happens swiftly, Sweeping you off your feet unknowingly, It seizes your breath and hold your pulse, Then it crashes or deepens further more. Few times it happens accidentally, Out of the blues surprisingly, You still doubt its genuinty, Then it flounders or moves progressively. Love happens to us differently, No template suit all perfectly, Sometimes in the weirdest of places, We can’t choose our love fate. ✍@Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com

The start of the week, a new story to wrote, Don't dwell on the wins or regrets of last week, Take it, head on, don't relax, just take charge, There's no reward for lagging behind, Be bold and strong, fortune favours the bold. ✍@Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com.

The 11th month of the year, November is its name, It has 30 days,  Just like April, June and September, The penultimate month to year end, Like it blew past us unnoticed, It's funny how fast the year flies, You wonder where did the years go, It's funny how the year passes away. ✍@Toobrightanthony. 📸 @pexels.com