Beauty & Meaning

Bland words from a stale mind, Empty thoughts, words are dry, This is a battle, that we daily fight, It's a block, that dries the mind. Dry words from a scanty mind, Trying to find a rhythm is hard, The words are gone, just like that, This is another blockage of the mind. The blockage of the mind, a common fad, We all experience it, once in a while, From novice to pro, no one can deny, It's a spell, that binds us together. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The flow of time, nonstop it flows, Like an endless river,it doesn't pauses or stop, Sometimes it's slow, quite boring and dull, You think you have a lot of it, soon it's all gone, The flow of time, a mystery that can't be understood.  © Toobrightanthony 

Glued to his screen, from dawn to dusk, A prisoner of buzz, notification and beeps, By night time, his senses return, he feels guilty, for wasting his time, Another day began, the circle continues, From dawn to dusk, he is glued to his screen. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

Rise up early,  Move your body Say a prayer of thanks Be up and be grateful. Go out with a smile, Be cheerful and happy, Hug a friend, and a stranger. Be up and be grateful. Take it a step at a time, It won't work as planned, Don't be discouraged still, Be up and be grateful. Retire in the evening, Reflect over your day, Be grateful for it all, Be up and grateful. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

The part they don't show, Is the dirty, messy part, That's their real reality, That's why they cut it out. The part they don't show, Is the normal part we all show, The banal reality of our existence The part we humans have in common. The part they don't share, Is the dark part of humanity, The part we all don't want to show, So our facade of perfection will remain. ✍️@Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

All work and no play, dulls the brain, Working always, is not a flex A little play, enlivens the soul, Play is for all, not only for kids. Working all day, always on the go, Take a break, to ease the minds stress, Live, work and play,  so the saying goes, Play is for all, not only for kids. Play a little, play much, Play alone, play with others, Play with indoors, play outdoors, Play is for all, not just for kids. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

The season christmas is almost here, The feeling is in the air, all over the atmosphere, Slowly but surely, it approaches to us, The season of love, care and laughter is upon us, The season of Christmas is here again. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Life goes on, when you go slow, Life goes on, when you go fast, Life goes on, when you don't move, Life is always on the move. Life goes on, in happy times, Life goes on, in sad times, Life goes on in awkward. Life is always on the move. Life goes on, when we are awake,  Life goes on, when you're asleep, Life goes on , when you depart earth, Life is always on the move. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

The years passes by, with or without your permission, The days goes by, if you're ready or not, Time doesn't stop, even if you act or not, Life goes on, eve when you take a pause. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The war within is waged silently, So solemn only you can hear the noise, Even when it is calm, it wages still within, It's a battle, everyone battles differently. The war within is an endless tussle, It's a circle of continuous struggles, The fight with the inner self doesn't end, It wages on, even when we sleep. The war within, we all fight, Sometimes it pauses for a while, Each day it takes a different form, It's a war, fought in every mind. ✍️© Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com. 

 Love in act, not in words, action is solid, words are vague, Love in act, not in feelings, Love is beyond feelings, it can be seen, Love in act, not in thoughts, action is real, thoughts are imaginary, Love in act, not in emotions, action is stable, emotions are fleeting.  ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Last day of November, A lot to remember, The next day is december,  This is just a reminder.  Last day of November, How is the journey so far, It can still get better, Don't give up or shatter. Last day of November, Reflect and be sober, Don't be angry or bitter, Be grateful in every weather. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The moments in time, is what matters most, not the length of the time, The content of the moments, the essence, the meaning, is what we hold on to, The amount of time, means nothing if its moments are bland, and without meaning, The memories and stories of our lives, are stored in moments in time. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

I travel through my pen, navigating through histories, memories, thoughts and stories, I sail with my ink, to various destinations, heights, era, moods and feelings, I ride through the crevices of minds and souls, digging out memories, pleasant and unpleasant,  Writing is a journey, that is quite unpredictable.  © Toobrightanthony 

Life is filled with a lot of ordinary moments, That we experience on a daily basis, These moments have become so common, That we take them all for granted,  We rarely appreciate these moments,   Because we believe they don't matter, But these daily ordinary moments, Make up a significant part of our lives. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Many things we cannot tell, Many things are left untold, A lot of wonders in the world, Many beyond our comprehension, Some we have learned and discovered, Others  we cannot fathom or explain, Life is simple as it is, but it is filled with mystery still. ✍️© Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com. 

We find love in weird places, We find happiness in unexpected situations, We find meaning in the simple things, We find strength in the weakest vessels, Yet we keep seeking for complexities, Life isn't complex, humans are complex. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

A troubled mind, always on the run, Can't be in the present, anxious of tomorrow,  Anticipates the known, afraid of the unknown,  Always running with thoughts, can't be at ease, Lost in the moment, imagining the future,  A troubled mind is a cell, that prisons the soul. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A lot to be grateful for, but only few we remember,  From the breaking of a new day, the gratitude begins, The gift of life, and sound health,, The gift of family, friends and well wishes, All these we take for granted, but they are worth more than a lot, A lot to be grateful for, but only few we remember. © Toobrightanthony 

The joy within knows no bounds, Plethora of words cannot spell it out, The elation of my soul, makes me mum, My baby is one, i can't keep quiet. A lot to say , a lot to be thankful for, From conception to delivery was God's grace, A gift from the Almighty, i am eternally grateful, My daughter is one, i won't keep shut. A formidable force, majestic in her strides, Ebullient and strong, with her gracious strides, A beauty to behold, with an awesome mind, Abigail my love, the world will marvel at your greatness. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Words not spoken, thoughts not broken, they just lay fallow, deep down within. Love not given, love not requited, it just laden the hearts, with weight of waste. Forgotten dreams, abandoned ambitions, they all bother the soul, with pain and regrets. A life not lived, a wasted life, all troubles the mind, a sad life. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Peace has a price, It cost a lot to have a still mind, To be with yourself alone is costly, But it is worth every dime. Peace has a price, It comes with different tags, Sometimes comes with a fight, But it is worth every dime. Price has a price, It's different for each one, Protect your peace with might, Because it is worth every dime. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Many words i want to write only few are written, Many thoughts on the mind, only few are expressed, Many feelings to be felt, only few are felt, Many ideas in the brain, only few are executed, Many things to do, only few are done, The human nature is funny. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Dry beneath, the words doesn't fit, The muse is gone, like it never was, The ink is dry,  it cannot write a line, The mind is arid, like a deserted deserted,  This feeling is sad, it frustrate the craft, Writer's block hinders, the path to the mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The invisible pattern that controls our lives,  Some call it fate, destiny or something vague, Maybe it's the gene gifted to us by our parents,  Or it's a divine process orchestrated by the universe,  The invisible patterns that control our lives, at the end in our hands. ©✍️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Hooked up from dawn to dusk,  Held down by the box in his hands, He wishes to leave, but he is stuck, He is a prisoner of the small box She is always on every hour of the day, Snapping and slaying on different platforms, She replies to every buzz and icons. She is a prisoner of the small box. Prisoners of the small box, It shines its light into their eyes, And arrest their minds and souls, Stealing their time, senses, and purpose.  ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A tough doesn't always start tough, Sometimes it starts with a cooling rain, that wets the atmosphere with cool air, It makes you comfy and hopeful, as the sun brightens the day, Then it gets hazy, with series of frenzy taking place, Your mind is in disarray, your thoughts cannot hold or form, Then it's dusk, the day is gone in a tough run. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Drug is a journey that shouldn't be journeyed, It's an adventure that shouldn't be ventured, It's a race that shouldn't be raced, It's a ocean that shouldn't be navigated, It's a live, that shouldn't be lived, Because it always ends in destruction,  Drug derails, diminishes and destroys. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Just the two of us, together, stark nude on the bed, The atmosphere is boiling with passion, our bodies is spiked up by hormones,  Our eyes are ravaging our bodies, our hands are smooching, Tonight is going to be a long night, tonight is going to be a steamy night. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Pick your battles, not all fight are yours, Sometimes you have to fight, other times,you stay and watch, Not all battles must be fought, some come to test your resolve, Some are battles of the mind, some are battles of might, At the end, we pick the battles we fight. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

The green savannahs,  The hot arid deserts, The clear flowing springs, These are the beautiful gifts of nature. The bright, blazing bolts, The roars of thunderstorms, The mild and fierce rains, These are the beautiful gifts of nature. The chirping of insects, The barking and roaring of cats, The numerous voices of humans, These are the many beautiful gifts of nature. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The thoughts we entertain,  Becomes a seed in our mind, That grows to become words, Then later become our actions. The thought we entertain, Are not ordinary imagination, They mature into habits, That control our lives. The thoughts we entertain, Are not shallow or fleeting, The bore deep into our being, Till they become part of us. The thoughts we entertain, Should be filtered and selected, Our mind is a farmland, That should be healthily cultivated. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

In our darkest hours, that's when we form our strongest bonds, That's when we find the most loyal allies, because they're not after the clout. In our darkest times, that's when friendship is tested, We will know who is real, and those are from the thrill. In our darkest times, that's when are tested to our last wit, Then we will know the stuff we are made of,and what our strengths are. The darkest times is when our true self are formed,  Because a new self emerges, after we have gone through it all. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com

Nothing happens out of the blues,  There are usually signs, that we refuse to see, Some times, we are blinded by lust or love, Other times, we're blinded by sentiments and greed, In most cases, there are usually signs, some visible, some salient, But nothing ever happens out of the blues, we only choose to be blind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Let's make love tonight, with no strings attached,  Just two lustful souls devouring each other, satisfying our lust, Squeezing our bodies, moaning in sweet agony, Exploring our bodies, in ferocious ecstasy, Reaching different heights, till we get to the 9th cloud, Let's  tonight, till the morning come. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The year is wrapping up, without human permission, Slowly, but surely, another journey round the sun will be completed, Same with us, the aging journey continues,  The journey of the mind, isn't left out as well,  The days are travelling fast, same with the human race. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Reach out to the child within, the one you abandoned since your childhood, Revisit his hopes and dreams, they are still fresh to him, Talk to her about her fears, and your journey thus far in life, Give him a warm hug, he has been expecting you for quite long, Always take a break from adulting, to visit the child within you.  ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Sometimes it comes in a flash, and leaves if you don't act, It can take while, many days will pass, but still you can't find, Many times you don't need to search, it's easily within your grasp,  Few times you will take a walk, maybe you can find it out, Finding your muse is a task, that is done for your art. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@Pexels.com 

Finding your muse, a journey within the mind, Through various means, you try to locate it, A walk in the park, reconnecting to nature,  A session of exercise, to takeaway the blockade, A little free style, to connect with the minds depth,  Finding your muse, a difficult task it is.

Say nice things, It doesn't cost much, The world is already sad, Don't add to the misery. Say nice things, To all and sundry, It won't reduce you, Or take away from you. Say nice things, To deal and heal, The world is bleeding,  Words can bring healing. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Crafted memories on the walls of the mind, Encoded in stories, of highs, lows, and many different genres, Even after many years, it's still there, fresh as ever, The mind keeps the record, even when we have forgotten it all. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@Pexels