Beauty & Meaning

The place we call home, our abode in all times, Where our kith and kin, keep us warm from cold, Where love leads and deals, in all seasons, It's not perfect, nor without any fault, The place we call home, Isn't a place or house, It's in the hearts of folks, that love us in all times. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The place we call home,  Is more than an abode, It's were we feel safe,  From the hurts outside. The place we call home, Is not a particular place, It's in the hearts of folks, That loves and care for us. The place we call home, Isn't fixed or static, It remains with us, Even across the Atlantic. The place we call home, Isn't small or big, As long we are at ease, It's what matters still. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Always Be Mine. Loving you all day,  Sexing you all night Even when we fight, You will always be mine. Telling you sweet words, Giving you sweet love, Even on the tough days, You will always be mine. Come rain or sunshine, In clear or stormy weather,  Even when not together, You will always be mine. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

The burden to create, A gift we all have, That many didn't know, They leave it unopened. The burden to create, A load we all carry, Deep within us,  That we can do away with. The burden to create, The duty of every man, Is to find and expression, For the gift he/she was given. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The burden to create, a weighty gift of nature, Given to every soul, that many doesn't open, It burdens the mind, like a beast of laden, It seeks expression, in different ramifications, In ink or paint, sand, mud and clay, or sports and other human endeavours, The burden to create, a gift we all have. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Not all who wander are lost, Some are seeking for truth, Some are searching for love, Some are on a journey to become. Not all who wander are lost, Some are seeking for themselves, Some  are in search of friends, Some want to find a tribe of their own. The wandering soul always on the move, He navigates the earth without end, In seeking to find, or to be found, Not all who wander are lost.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The pace of growth can be fast or slow, It can happen in a blink or with time, Sometimes we see it happening, Other times we aren't aware of it, Fast or slow, it must happen still, Growth is what we all strive for, Growth is a the sign of life. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com

Save me from this misery that consumes me, Rescue me from the river of your absence, Satisfy my yearning of being with you alone, Comfort me with the cuddle of your comfy embrace, You're the antidote to this misery that weakens me, The misery of missing you is so painful to bear. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The misery of missing you can't be utterly expressed, It's a state of mind that makes me sink in the river of melancholy, I lost count of time longing for the moment i will be with you, The throes of missing you is quite excruciating, and it makes me numb, This is beyond the feelings of momentarily passion, It's an indication that my soul cannot live without you.  ✍️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Memories of past years, replaying all over again, Life isn't new, it keep repeating itself, The world rotates yearly, life revolves daily, The past us brought to the fore, the present is a part of the past, Life doesn't change, it only recycle its stories.  © Toobrightanthony  📸@reddit

A dented world claiming to be perfect, Flawed humans obsessing over perfection, We mourn our loss more than we celebrate our wins, We love those that hardly see us, and trivialise those that love us, We love things and use humans, This is the reality of modern humans. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The pace of life cannot be tracked or predicted, Some times it flows with your soul vibes, Many times, it follows it's own flow, It's a mystery many can't demystify, It's a bane that elude all mankind, The pace of life follows on its own, It can be fast, steady, or slow. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Dwelling alone, all by yourself, just you, with your thoughts  Being you, In your true state, body, soul and spirit, all in harmony, Enjoying the the moment, cherishing each to the very last, The art of being, is the act of living. ✍️©Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

Our greatest weapon, is also our weakest link, The mind of man, a fertile ground for virtue or vice, Many explore it to ruin, many explore it for good, The power of evil or good, lies in the mind, The sum of a man, is the sum of the content of his mind. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

What's worse than planning, having goals ambitions and dreams, Staying idle, letting the days slide away without any action, There's nothing noble about having no ambitions, It's an evolutionary function for man to have an object of pursuit, To have a bane thar always keeps him on the move, It's the duty of man, to be, create and live, because we're creators.      ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

I looked at your picture of many ears ago, A lot have changed, but your beauty remains, The girl has grown into a gorgeous lady, Your mind has evolved, in brilliant strides, Though many challenges, yet you remain strong, I am not surprised, you've always been tough, I looked at your picture of many years ago, The feeling we had, hasn't gone sour. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Time passes by, humans enumerate it, Day and night is a continuum,they just roll away, The value of time, is the concept of human mind, Days, months and years, are product of our thoughts, The year doesn't star on a particular day, it doesn't mark a moment, Time keeps moving, even when we don't mind.   ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com