Beauty & Meaning

The slow growth of love, So grueling, tiring and boring, It takes a while for love to mature, Real love takes a while to happen.  The slow growth of love, It's boring to lustful hearts, Love doesn't happen fast,  Real love is patient and calm. The slow growth of love, A frustrating sojourn, Two souls becoming one, Slow love is meaningful love. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

Love in every word, love in every thought,  Love in every act, love in every deed, Love in fun times, love in dull times, Love in your feeling, love out of feelings,  Love is always active, it's never idle. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The year started slow, but we are already if months, The sand of time drops in tiny grains, soon it's used up,  Tick-Tick says the clock as seconds turn to years, We all think we have enough time, alas it is a lie,  The year may seems slow, but it's not true. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The day usually starts slow, soon it's midday,  It keeps crawling on, till the evening time, Slowly it crawls, ticking with the clock, Not long after, it becomes dusk, the day is done, The day always starts slow, but it travels fast. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸 @pexels.com 

Searching for the perfect words to weave your best story, Searching your imagination for the perfect picture to paint, Searching for the perfect notes to compose your best song, The quest for the perfect art is the bane of all artists. ©✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

You owe nothing, every thing is borrowed, Your life isn't yours, it's not yours to keep, Your time is borrowed, you can tell when it will be up, Naked you came here, same way shall you depart,  Your earthly adornments shall rot, none will go with you, Live your to its best, nothing you own is truly yours. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The thoughts of a blocked mind, Can be dull and bland,  It lacks rhythm or vibes, It is painful to indulge. The thoughts of a blocked mind So hard to taste and comprehend, It is void of spirit and colour, It is repulsive to all and sundry. The thoughts of a blocked mind,  Is a string of boring lines, That wearies the brain and mind, Even if it carries meaning words. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Each day he cast a bet, hoping for lady luck to smile on him,  He parts away with some little bucks, same as millions of his kind, Each of them, hoping for their lucky break, They don't know it's an hoax, only the house gets to win. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pixabay.com 

From the start of the day, his mind has been hijacked,  Like on junkie on withdrawal, he reaches for his device, He responds and comment, to messages and post,  Mindlessly he scrolls through timeliness, lost in a virtual world,  Soon the day is done, he calls it a day, The cycle continues, the same for many, This is the reality, of modern zombies. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.

The someday lie,  Locked in a future time, A thief of present joy, Saving for an unknown day. The someday lie, Expecting a perfect day, Without faults or taint, An elusive ambition. The someday lie, We all hope for that day, Many save for the day, It never seems to come. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Let's get wild tonight, with intense might,  Let's feast on our bodies, without caution or restraints, Let's hit it hard, to the highest note of pleasure,  Let's switch partners, adding variety to the mix, Let's all scream loud, till our orgasm shatters the roof. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Love doesn't happen fast, It takes a while for love to build, The pace of love subtle, slowly compounding with time, Love doesn't happen suddenly, nor does it happen out of the blues, Love takes a while to compound, only lust happens fast.      ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The pace of love of isn't always fast, Sometimes, it sweeps you off your feet, few times, you won't see it coming, Most times, it takes quite a while,  Truly, it takes some time to know, like, and love another soul, True love takes its time, only lust is fast. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Time slips from our grasp slowly,    In the idle times we aren't aware of, Those moments that we are laid back, Lost in the moment, without be present, Time doesn't slip away on our conscious moments, She slowly and quickly, before our very eyes. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Many thoughts in the mind, none can be fleshed out,  The brain is busy and noisy, silencing every thoughts,  Trying to put ink on paper,  an herculean task to do, When the mind is blocked, the artist becomes numb. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Stress and fatigue,  Twins of exhaustion, Slowly they creep into lives, And destroy its health and peace. Stress and fatigue,  The axe of mental breakdown, Slowly they hack down the body, Till its foundation is destroyed. Stress and fatigue,  Emissaries of death, Slowly they eat the mind, Till the body is becomes dead. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Love doesn't happen on the first day,  It's not a baseless feeling without control,  It takes a while to know a soul,  after which, love is sown, Love takes a while to grow, like a seed, it must be nurtured till it blossom.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Birds of a feather, flock together,  The law of attraction, we attract the energy we give out, It's a basic life rule, you reap what you sow, If you want the sweetness of life, give out sweet vibes. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Resurrection vibes, easter rhymes, Our lord is back, after defeating death, My sin is all forgiven,  paid in full by his blood,  The lamb of God, has paid for the sin of the world.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 

Cached up memories replaying all through,  The mind is littered with forgotten histories, Some pleasant,  some are nightmares,  Yet they remain,  part of our stories. The litters of our minds, are the stories of our lives. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Dig down within your soul, you will find the child that was once there,  He  never left or  became an adult, he is still there, same as ever,  He yearns for the years you guys were friends,  When you were always in tune with him, Reach out to your inner child, he is still there,  Reach out to your inner child, he never left. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

Dig down within your soul, you will find the child that was once there,  He  never left or  became an adult, he is still there, same as ever,  He yearns for the years you guys were friends,  When you were always in tune with him, Reach out to your inner child, he is still there,  Reach out to your inner child, he never left. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

First quarter gone, gone with the wind, The year seems slow, yet it travels fast, Time doesn't pause, neither does it wait, It just keeps moving, even when you're not aware. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Searching for the perfect words to fill the lines, Even when the mind is disconnected and blank, The pen is heavy, the ink is dried out, The words are scarce, there is famine of thoughts,  The river isn't flowing, the stream is blocked,  This is how, a writer gets blocked. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Riding the storm, A wave at a time, Not in a rush, One after another. Riding the storm, Each day, a new event, A roller coaster of surprises, Taking you unaware. Riding the storm, An unpredictable reality, Episodes of disruption, Nothing is assured. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

Take a break from your busy life, Pause your daily movement for a while,  See the world that has been blinded from your sight, See the details in the beauty of nature,  Appreciate the intricacies of your being,  Take a break from your from your busy life, To feel the essence of life. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The creative path,  Is different for all, Some may look alike, It's unique still. The creative path, It can be fun and sweet, It can be bitter and tiring, Many follow it still. The creative path, No defined map, Straight or zigzag, It's a unique to all. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

You can't cheat nature,  You can only delay payday, It won't take too long,  You must pay your debt. You can't cheat nature,  It's impossible to do, It will only take a while, Before you pay her back. You can't cheat nature,  The reality of our lives, It's a matter of time, She will collect her right. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Let your presence lighten moods, Let your words soothe souls, Let your actions warm hearts, Let your smile brighten faces, Let your soul be full with love, The world is already hurting,  Let's heal the world in our little ways. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

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