Beauty & Meaning

Silently the year creeps on you, as you sink into time's infinite loop, You think you're killing time, but your life is dissipating away, With each click of the clock, you life counts down, Time is infinite, your life is a passerby.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Rhythm and blues, The body is cool, The feeling is good,  Let's light up the mood. Rhythm and blues, The weather is dull, The bed is warm, Let's light up the room. Rhythm and blues, Tonight will be fun, We will feed our lust, Till our bodies are done ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The drifting mind,  Unstable in its ways, It can't focus on a task His mind has been hijacked. The drifting mind,  Always in disarray,  It is always running,  In an endless maze. The drifting mind,  The modern man, From dawn to dusk, He is always online.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

Sickness makes us appreciate health, . A bout of flu, will inspire gratitude from you, A sprain or fracture exposes the strength and frailty of the human body,  An headache can ruin a day, We only appreciate good health, when we are sick. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

My cloudy mind is so unclear to think, My dry pen is to heavy to lift,  My words and lines are so disjointed to flow, My magic wand is too lame to cast a spell, My many thoughts can't find expression,  Tonight is one of those nights. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Some little thoughts before you call it a day, A lot can't be said in 4 lines, but i will try to keep it concise, Just remember not to hold it much to your heart, Now, call it a day, tomorrow is another page. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The math of life doesn't always balance out, Sometimes it is positive, other times it's not,  Sometimes you earn, sometimes you learn, Some days are winning days, some days are learning days, The math of life doesn't always balance out, because balance is an illusion. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Left and right, the human divide, A polarised world, different sides, different fights,  The fights for rights, humanity suffers, Different race, colours and tribes, but deep down we all are the same, The colour of humanity: is love  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Some days are spent alone Just you and your thoughts, and no one else,  To look at your body, and converse with your soul,  To listen to the voice that has been silenced by the daily grind, Some days are spent alone, these are the days that your learn yourself.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony. 📸@pexels.com 

A day on, a day off, the inconsistent mind, Sometimes it takes long, like after a while,  It follows a pattern,  but it's never straight,  It's easily attracted, and quickly distracted,  Have done works, nothing gets finished,  The inconsistent mind, is a mess of a mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Downtime, low vibe from the churning mind, The words are hard to come by,  The rhymes are disjointed and doesn't rhyme, Each new line, is worse than the last, The mind is parched like desert lands, This is the stage many give up, It's all part of the creative cycle.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Brain rot,  The gradual decay of human thoughts,  The decadence of nuance and essence,  The rise of fatuous and vacuous minds, The era of banal words, with ephemeral lives, The emergence of shallow thinking, was birthed by fast living,  Brain rot is a menace, that was birthed by our impatience. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

The fragile soul, Gentle to a fault, Avoid friction,  She is afraid to own. The fragile soul,  Seeks to be liked, A people pleaser, An enemy to himself. The fragile soul, He exist in bubble, He evades reality,  To remain in his illusion. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

What the body wants? Go food to grow, Some bodily exercise, And a place to rest. What the soul needs? To love and be loved,  A lot of positivity, And some time alone.  What the spirit needs? A lot of faith, To connect with nature, And to know its maker. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A poem for the morning,  Rise up with the sun,  Say your thanks, It's a brand new day. A poem for the morning, Exercise your body, Nurture your mind, Take on the day. A poem for the morning Enjoy every moment,  Be involved in them, Learn your lessons. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A poem for the night, Sharing some thoughts, Unpacking my mind, At the end of the day. A poem for the night, The mind is full, From the day's acts, It's time to reflect.  A poem for the night,  Keep it short, Just few words, Then call it a day. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Time doesn't go as we plan, it flows on its track, We slate our time for different tasks, and our lives in ages and stages, Believing we have time on the tip of our grasp, But time follows a different track, most times, it doesn’t follow our path, Time has been here before we arrived, and it will remain, after we depart.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Start early,  In the morning,  Do the necessary tasks.  As soon as possible.  Start early,  Don't wait for later,  Start when the day break, Wake up with the morning sun. Start early,  As soon as it's dawn, Not when the sun is up, By dusk, you will be done. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Take a break from the busy life, embrace the serenity of solitude,  Calm the monkeys in your mind, be alone with your soul, Be alone with yourself, listen to the melody of your heartbeat,  Find time for solitude, in solitude,clarity is birthed. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

August vibes, The weather is still same as July, No difference from the previous days, But time keeps moving without stop, . First it was summer, then winter, The four seasons will soon elapse, The year will be gone in a flash. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

I can't hold back the bubbles in my tummy, whenever I see you, I can't find the write words to describe the way you make me feel, I can't find the perfect colours to paint your beauty,  All these I can't do, but i know I love you.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Nurture good thoughts, Only good thoughts, It is good for others,  And good for your soul. Nurture good thoughts,  Only healthy thoughts,  It keeps evil away, And it heals your soul. Nurture good thoughts,  Not just for today,  Also do it tomorrow,  Let it be part of you. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Take some thoughts as the day wraps up, Relive your day as you the curtains closes down,  Go through each thought that visited your mind, Register memories in your mind archives, Revisit the highs and lows, the right and wrongs, This is how you account for your day. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Ordinary life, normal everyday life,  Nothing spectacular,  just the mundane things, Same routine, identical experience, Few glitz and glamour, once in a while,  Little or no drama, just basic stuff, The beauty of an ordinary life, is seen in its simplicity . ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A fuzzy head, clouded mind, The perfect recipe for artless art, The words won't flow, the brush can't paint, Even when you try, it comes out dull. Fuzzy head, clouded mind, You feel numb, when you try, The muse won't flow, it's stuck, The pen is heavy, it can't write zilch. Fuzzy head, clouded mind, The words don't rhyme, it's just bland, Soured thoughts, disjointed art, All a product of a blocked mind.  ✍️ ©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Start the day with a win, no matter how little,  Find a victory to celebrate,no matter how stupid it looks, Go ahead and keep winning, don't let the day end, Celebrate each wins, it will help you through the day. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

     Nostalgia. Moments caught in a bubble, inside our minds, That we refer to, or are reminded of through image or thoughts,  That invoke pleasant or unpleasant feelings,  Even after many years ,decades and centuries,  It never lose it essence of its effect, That's the power of Nostalgia.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Cheers to the weekend,  A time to relax and enjoy, A time to unpack and unwind, A time to rest and swell. Cheers to the weekend,  A time to pause and reflect,  A time to think and introspect, A time to plan and prospect. Cheers to the weekend,  Let it be filled with fun, Reach out to kith and kin, Enjoy every bit of it. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Slow rhymes from the Friday night vibes, Take it slow till you hit the top of the crescendo, A little kiss, a soft caress till our bodies twine, Some slow thrusts, then harder ones, We won't stop, till our strength is gone, It's the friday night vibes, let's make love all night. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Rise in the morning, Rise up with the sun, Absorbing its energy, To power your day. Rise up at noon, When the sun is set, And the earth is bubbling, With energy and activities. Rise up in the evening,  When the sun is down, And the day is done,  Then you start your day. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The endless search of finding love, Sometimes we find, or we get lost, Still we choose, to not give up, Hoping that one day, we will find, Finding love is a tedious job, Find yourself, to find love  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The day started long before you wake, Rise up, and join the train, The restless maze of the daily grind, Hustling and bustling to make ends meet, No time to live or to feel alive, In this fast paced existence of our daily living,  Maybe, we all should take a pause from living, And enjoy the essence of the life we were gifted. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A new beckons, Prepare for it, Anticipate it, Enjoy it. A new week is here, Make use of it, Cherish the moments, A day , at a time. This is a new week, Work through it, Play through it, Make it count. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

Love at first sight, are lies from lustful mind, The body is yearning, the eyes is seeking The lustful soul, is seeking to feed, It's drawn by the pangs of lust,  Its actions are fueled, by the desires of sex, Love at first sight, it's a matter of time,  The bubble will bust, when lust is gone. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

We all have gifts, that was given to us from birth, Each gift is unique, just as our faces are, Some gifts may look similar, but they are never the same, Each gift is peculiar, it's our duty to nurture them, Your gift is your light, always let it shine.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

Late night rant, It's raining tonight,  A lot on my mind, But I can't spill it out. Late night rant,  The mind is foggy, The brain is hazy, The pen is heavy.  Late night rant, It's a cold night, I won't say much, I will keep it short. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Hey blondie, You look Yummy, Don't dull your smile, It's worth more than rubies. Hey blondie, You look smashing,  Hot like a volcano,  Fierce as a flame. Hey blondie,  Your beauty is daunting,  Your curves are charming,  It keeps me longing. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

Wake up with the morning sun, Let the sun power your day, Start your day with Nature's spark, Fuel your body with Nature's cuisine, Relax and chill, and wear a smile, It's a new day, and a good day. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Rainy night,Steamy mind, High hormones,wet thoughts The body is tensed up, It's controlled by lust. Rainy night, heavy storms, An adventurous night,  A lot will be done, Till we get to the top. Rainy night, erotic vibes, Heavy thrusts, loud moans, With slow thrusts, then fast, We won't stop, till will pass out. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Finding focus, no easy a task, Many forces fighting for our attention,  An endless battle to capture our minds, From the dawn of the day, till the dusk of the evening,  Our attention is depleted, our focus is stolen,  Even when you're in control, your focus is not yours  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Slowly but surely, the year is winding down,  It doesn't happen suddenly, but tick by tick, A tick at a time, minutes passes by,  A day is gone, the years passes by, It won't take long, a lifetime is lived, Slowly but surely, time will pass us by. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The search for meaning,  The bane of humanity, An enduring pain, That aches every soul. The search for meaning,  The burden of the living, A persistent burden,  That all souls carry. The search for meaning,  The quest for relevance,  It takes different paths, But share similar feelings. © Toobrightanthony 

A Dad's love is seen but hardly heard. Their love is felt from distance apart, Love fuels their daily endeavour and existence,  They leave home early to source for resources,  Their labour makes homes homely, They take the least credit while doing the most work, Daddies love is beyond words. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

Dads are humans ,and superheroes,  They wear their cape daily, without fail or complaints,  They break their backs, to mould our lives, They work overtime, so we can enjoy our time, They stay on course, no matter the cost , Dads are superheroes, that are unsung. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

Their tears are hardly seen, Their fears are well hidden, They comfort all but themselves  They don't show weakness, Still they  are human, They are called Dads ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

The deeds of dads, are numerous, but unnoticed, They hide their fears, to make us confident,  They hold back their time, to speed up ours The provide the fuel, that keeps the engine running,  They do a lot, but get few credits, The deeds of dads are hardly noticed, but becomes evident, at hindsight.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony 

To the ones that bear the brunt of the heavy lifting,  To the ones that their sacrifices is seen as normal, To the bridges that connect dreams to reality, To the ones that sacrifice themselves for the functioning of the family unit, To the "villains" in every dysfunction stories, Happy fathers' day to all the fathers out there. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

The thoughts are scattered, it lacks form, The words are bland, it lacks taste,  The flow is broken, it lacks rhyme, The ink is dry, it can't write, The mind is hardened ,it lacks inspiration,  The river isn't flowing, it has been blocked.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

How time flies when we aren't aware of it, Slowly, but surely, it will fade away in our eyes, Seconds turns to minutes, minutes becomes hours,  Tick by tick, a lifetime is spent,  How time flies, When we don't mind it, Minding your time, is minding your life. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Rise up early, Be grateful for all, Plan out your day,  Before the world wakes. Rise up early, Exercise your body, Clear your mind, Before the world awakes. Rise up early, Hear your heartbeat, Feel your body move, Before the world wakes. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com