Beauty & Meaning

Junk of waste, spill over to the next, Incoherent vibes, nothing is connecting,  Bland and dull, lyrics without form, The words are stale, no rhymes or flow,  None will accept it, none will receive it, The fears you entertain, are all in your head. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Words form the skeleton of our thoughts,  Words give flesh to our imaginations, Words bring to life, the content of our minds, Words shape the view of our world, Words can build up and tear down, Only a fool, underestimates the power of words. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A lot on your plate, Only a few is eaten, Time is no-man friend, It walks on its on pace. Maxed out calendar,  Numerous tasks to do, Time isn't enough, It finishes in a flash. The tasks are endless,  The list are endless,  Humans are reckless,  Time is boundless. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Lured by a buzz, Hooked by a story, Hijacked, yet unaware, It's the distraction trap. First it was a click, Then several others, The scrolling doesn't end, It's the distraction trap. You take the first step in, Then you are sucked in, It's a trap that steals time, It's the distraction trap. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Sleep at the setting of the sun, Wake with the rising of the sun, Follow the rhythm of the elements,  Be in tune with Nature. Follow the forest path  Feel the wind on your skin, Breathe in uncontaminated air, Be in turn with Nature. Walk in the rain, Take a bathe in a stream, Let nature be your therapist,  Be in tune with nature.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Clusters of our memories, fill our minds,  Histories of different times, held in boxes of tine, The stories replays itself, when we encounter a semblance of it, When we fall asleep, it replays in our dreams, Clusters of our memories, are clusters of our lives. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The eye is starry deep in the darkness of the night,  The mind is searching, through archives of the past,  A lot to process, but nothing gets done, The soul is awake, the body craves sleep, Insomnia is the thief, that robs you of rest. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Pick your battles wisely, not all fight are yours, Choose your enemies with intent, you're not a friend to all, Choose your path privately, not all path are yours, Follow your heart cautiously, it's not always wise. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The drifting mind is unstable and shaky,  His focus it outsourced, his mind has been hijacked,  his thoughts are alien, his words are scripted, He is always looking for the next distraction, The drifting mind is an untamed soul. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Little actions, here and there, Bit by bit, a tree is brought down, Little cracks, brings down a mountain, Little efforts, leads to big actions. Little actions here and there, Life is lived in little moments,  Little moments birth big moments, Life is a sum of little moments. Little moments here and there, A castle is built brick by brick, A journey is travelled in step by step, Don't look down on little actions. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Get out of your head, It's too noisy in there, Take a break from the noise, Experience the calmness of rest. Get out of your mind, It's a busy highway,  Many thoughts run therein Experience the embrace of solitude. Get out of your thoughts,  It's far from reality,  Escape the grasp of fear, Experience the freedom of courage.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

life was fun when we were young and ignorant,  We played, cried, giggle and roam about without thoughts or obligations, Our feral minds explored the world with naive curiosity, We scoured, dug, searched and marvelled at our discoveries, Our ignorant minds keeps us curiosity, Then we grew up, and lost our ignorance and curiosity.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

I search for the spark that was once there, It used to overflow my mind like a fountain peak, It comes on its own, untamed it flows,  Now it visit,  every once in a while.  I search for the words that comes naturally,  It used to fill my head, and flow on my tongue,  Like an endless stream on a fountain trail, These days,  I struggle to find a few. I yearn for the spark that ignites my art, That sets fire on the muse in my mind, That conjure the magic of my wand, The creative spark in all human minds.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Your soul yearns for the love you give to others, It craves for the kindness you share to other soul, It desires the empathy you offer to strangers,  It needs the attention you pay to others, Your soul needs you, ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Quite a while, I can't find my spark,  Slowly it drifted, from the eyes of my mind, It left no trail, not even an inkling,  The more I search, the more it eludes me, Soon it will be found, like it never left, The spark of our minds, is the magic of our wands. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Night falls, home calls, The day is gone, work is done, The body is exhausted,the soul is worn out, Tired legs , carrying bent heads, Beleaguered minds, filled with heavy thoughts, Dreams fade, as the day rolls by, Night falls, the end of another day,  Soon enough, a life is spent.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Nature isn't in a haste, but it gets everything done, She works at her own pace, no pressure or haste, just following her pace, The violent wind screan, the violent wave roar, the burning sun shine, all in their time,  Nature isn't in a hurry, yet, it gets things done, Mankind should learn from nature, he is part of her. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

After the val, is the love still there? Does it go away, Like it was never there?. After the val, Does the flowers keep coming? Do you still receive letters? Or it was only for a season?. After the val, Do you still feel love? Was it all fun and vibes? Or an empty charade?. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

Time past in former lives, In the nascent of our existence, Naive minds in a cruel world, Learning to dwell amongst roses and thorns, Mistakes are made, lessons are learnt,  Through which, growth is earned, Playing safe can cause you harm, A ship is built, to sail the sea. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Out the box,  Away from the norm, A novel approach,  A disruptive trend, Out of the box, A new perspective,  A fresh air of creativity A deviation from the norm Out of the box, A revolving wheel, The more things change, The same they remain. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Break time from the creative cycle,  A pause, a break, to refresh the mind, A shift in cultivation, letting the mind breath and feel, A time out from the grudge of creative toil, A break from the creative cycle, is part of the creative cycle. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Small world, evenly connected, Separated by land and waters Connected by love and humanity, Our colours may differ, our tongues aren't the same, Our beliefs are culture aren't in tandem,  Love knows no limit, it's the language of humanity, Small world, evenly connected, Where race and tongues failed, love will prevail. © Toobrightanthony 

Same script, same habit,  Same cycle of inactivity and docility, An act that wearies the soul and sickens the mind, The body is heavy, to weighty to move itself,  Stuck all day, a couch potato,  Dumbscrolling like a zombie without brain,  An hijacked mind, a victim of its own will, Having a perception of control, still a slave, Many are they, not a few, An hijacked mind, a slave in control.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Forgotten dreams, archived in our minds,  Deep inside crevices, buried deep in activities, First it was exciting, joyful and scintillating,  Then it became a by-word, spoken now and then,  Later it became a memory, that pops up now and then,  Finally it became a fossil, just like many others, Forgotten dreams are reminders, of what would have been,  Forgotten dreams are victims of playing it safe. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Live for the day, Plan for the morrow, Don't be in a haste, Follow life's pace. Rise at dawn, Sleep at dusk, Flow with nature, Follow life's pace. A thought at a time, An act at a time, Be present in each moment, Follow life's pace. © Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Lost time can't be gotten back, Like spilt milk, it's lost and irredeemable,  Just like the wind, we cannot trace its path, Slowly it moves, quickly it's gone, Just like that, a lifetime is spent,  Time once lost, is gone for good. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com

The heart is fertile ground for everything to grow  The good, the bad, the pleasant and unpleasant,  All can be nurtured within the  mind terrain, Soon enough, all seeds will manifest themselves,  The mind is a fertile ground, it is the nursery where thoughts are groomed. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The perfect time is your present time, Not later, or sometimes in the future, A later time will never ever come, So it has been, so it will be, The perfect time is that in your hands, The present time, is the only perfect time. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Wide thoughts, unlimited imagination, The human mind is a limitless device, A thought is conceived, then it's nurtured,  Soon it's brought to existence, the mind is brought to life, A spectacle of awe, that baffles reasoning,  The human mind is a device, that knows no limit. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Last day of January.  February about to start, One month gone,  More to follow, Time doesn't wait, Neither should you wait. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 

The flavour of love varies It varies in situations and realities, Sometimes it cool and sweet, Sometimes is crude and tough, Many times it is blend of flavours, Like sweet, sour, tasty, soft, tough and many more, It's balance that matters, little proportions of the sour and tough, Then more of the sweet, soft and other pleasant flavours,  The flavours of love isn't fixed, each tend to get what they accept. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

When tomorrow comes, A lot will be done by dusk, Many will still remain undone, Just like previous times. When tomorrow comes, Time will stretch to the end, To accomplish task of yesterday, That was left for the next day. When tomorrow comes,  Nothing will be done,  A lot will be left undone, Till a lifetime is spent. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The fate of time, A mystery unfolding, Many eons gone by, It remains unsolved. The fate of time, A story in writing,  With different actors, Experiencing different lives  The fate of time, Its beginning is unknown None can tell its end, It is the bane of mankind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The state of our hearts, Can be seen on our faces,  Is heard in our voices, Can be felt in our words. The state of our hearts,  Can't be hidden for long, Soon it will be seen,  By all and sundry.  The state of our hearts,  Is the sum of our thoughts,  the product of our experiences, Guide your words, thought and heart. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Some days you find the muse, so easy it comes to you like second nature, Some days it comes after a while, after you have scratched and tried to find it out, Some days it is lost,like dry, empty arid desert with no life, But still you must create, because it's human nature to create. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

If out of sight is out of mind,  Why do I keep seeing you in my mind-eyes? Many years since you left, but your thoughts remain in the crevice of my mind. The memories we created are still fresh, like it was just yesterday. Out of sight is out of mind when love was never in the mix. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The Sun does not sweat to burn, Nature isn't in a haste, but it gets things done, Rivers flows in correct patterns without captains, Insects are the smallest creatures, but the most organised of all, The earth is insatiable, it keeps eating more, After many centuries of dominating elements, man hasn't conquered itself. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The desired life, A time in the future, An ideal picture, The perfect nature. The desired life, A dream many share, A trap that ensnare, That makes them unaware. The desired life, The life many crave, That keeps them enslave, Till they get to their grave. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Food for thought, The stomach is filled, The soul is hungry, A fatuous mind. Food for thought, The body is fat, The mind is weak, A gluttonous mind. Food for thought, The body is fed, The mind is read, A balanced mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Fables and tales,   The story we tell, The sum of our lives, Our Histories unroll. Fables and tales,  An ongoing process, Our daily lives, Is told as we live. Fables and tales, Our stories remain, When we depart, It's retold as tales. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

We won't always create magic, Sometimes, it will turn out boring, It's the  roller coaster of creativity, Sometimes cool, Sometimes wacky, Still we must create, just as we feel, We won't always create magic, It's the reality of creative minds. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The battle for your attention,  The fight for your mind, To influence your decisions, And arrest your thoughts. The battle for your attention, A daily struggle and tussle, Against myriad of distractions, To eat away your ambitions. The battle for your attention,  The battle for your time, To control your time, To control your life. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Flash flash, the day has started, Flash, flash,24hrs is gone. Flash, flash, the first notification, Flash, flash, you spend the day dumbscrolling, Flash flash, soon a whole year is gone, Flash flash, a whole life is spent, ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The Sun Rise, The Day Break, Another day has come, In the 365days of a year. The Sun Rise, The Day Break, Time keeps moving,  It won't pause or stop. The Sun Rise, The Day Break Rise up now, And follow their pace. The Sun Rise, The Day Break, Your time counts,  Your time is your life. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Sleep with night fall, Wake with the sunrise, Flow with nature vibes, It's your natural rhymes. Eat nature's food, Drink nature's drink, Walk through nature, It's where you thrive. Swim in nature's waters,  Breathe in natural air,  Be in touch with nature, It's where you thrive. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The day starts before you open your eyes, Long ago, before you left your bed, Many has started from the day break The moment the sun, ushered in the day, The day will not wait for you to be ready, It moves with time, and time doesn't wait, The day starts, pause nor stop,  It flows with time, in a continuous loop. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The day start from the night before,  By carefully planning where your energy goes, Setting a blueprint on how your time will be spent, A plan to direct every moment of the day, The day starts before the day breaks, Not when you're exhausted from distractions. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The year has started, the clock is ticking,  Time is moving, without pause or stop, It doesn't blink, or hesitate on its track, Slowly it flows with a speedy pace, It's no friend or foe to any in particular,  It just flow, steady with each click,  The year has started its journey,  In no time, 365days will elapse.       ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Do a little bit, just a little bit, Then another bit, and a fee more, Don't rush it up, don't pile it up, Don't multitask, don't procrastinate,  Do a little bit, soon it will all be done. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Tags and labels We carry all about,  In our minds and eyes, They can be seen by all. Tags and labels, The content of our minds, The makeup of our thoughts, They form who we become. Tags and labels, Our identity, our nature, Forged by our experiences, They became our tags. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Happy new year, The greeting we greet, At the start of the year, To all that comes our way. Happy new year,  A hope and prayer, For a better fate, In the next 365 days. Happy new year, A subtle reminder, That our time is short, On our dwelling on earth. Happy new year,  It's all in our hands, Our hopes and wishes, They are waiting for us to act. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

It's new year again, many promises are made,  A lot of promises are made, many remain unfulfilled,  The normal cycle of events, a cycle that repeats,  It's that time of the year again, when many promises are said, The only promise you should make, it's to better yourself.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com