Beauty & Meaning

A little rain to start the day, It poured from dawn to the very dusk, Outward was cold, inside was humid, The hot air, betrayed the cold of the rain, This is the summary of the feeling within, Sometimes our feelings are unknown to us. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Echoes of a simple life,  All is cool, happiness is the mood, Not slow or fast, going at its pace, Not jealous of others, always grateful and contented, In much or less, the happiness remains, The echoes of a simple life, is unpleasant to the busy life. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

All the money in the world can't buy you love, When love is bought the buyer is cheapened, Bought love last as long the purse is still fat, When love is bought, its essence is lost, Love shouldn't cost a thing. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Love doesn't hurt, Humans hurt, Then we blame love, Love is doesn't hurt. Love doesn't hurt, Lust hurts our souls, Then we blame love, Love doesn't hurt. Love doesn't hurt, Love doesn't rush, Don't be in a haste,  When in search of love. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A good friend, the type we all seek, A kind soul, a friend in all seasons,  He is there during the rain, he is there on sunny days, In low moments she is present, in high moments, she celebrates with us, A good friend we all seek, a good friend; we all need to be. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Talk less, do more, actions speak, more than words, Talk less, do more, a single act, exceeds many words, Talk less, do more, talking is easy, actions are hard, Talk less, do more, the world is built by actions takers. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

A flashback through time, journey through the past, Forgotten dreams, goals and ambitions,  Hunts your soul in solitary moments,  The pains of failure, the wounds of regrets, the joy of victory,  All can be found in a flashback through time  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

When time wasted or used, it still counts, Even when you scroll all day, it still counts,  When you are caught up in work, it still counts, Spend it alone, or spend it with others, It still counts,  Time always count, because it doesn't stop. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Scratch off the layers of the heart armor, Break down the walls of the soul bulwark,  Take away the shield blocking your mind, Release the tension piling up deep within,  Forgive the ones that broke betrayed your trust, Be open to love, but work with your brain, Let love find you again. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony 

The unexplainable feeling of laziness, It catches you from the early hours, Stuck in your bed, you feel heavy to move,  Time passes by, you don't feel bothered, Maybe it's not what you think it's,  Maybe, the laziness is a smokescreen.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Soft lies, innocent they seem, It's just mere words, it won't count much, Soon, it becomes a part of you, that you can't let go off, It started with a lie, a soft lie, Now it has hardened, it's a part of you. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Birthday muse, A lot to peruse, Don't get confused,  It's all in the muse. Birthday muse, A special day to you, Many will celebrate you, It's all part of the muse. Birthday muse, Be grateful in all, Even if it doesn't add up, It is all part of the muse. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Stuck in an unending maze, The days are the same, same pattern and activities,  From dawn to dusk, the days roll by, You're stuck in your head, you're locked in doors, You promise yourself tomorrow will be different,  You're stuck in the maze inside your head.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

By little by little, Piece by piece, A lot gets done,  Beyond your belief. By little, by little,  A step at a time, A journey is done, Before you know it. By little, by little,  A moment in time, The years passes by, A lifetime is spent. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com 

Old ties of yesteryears,  Long forgotten, but still existing, The dots still connects, after many years, The vibes still flows, like it never left, This can be love or something stronger, This is a tie, we all have in common. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

On Nature's order,  Everything stops,  Like during storm,  Mankind halts. On Nature's order, We stay indoors, Like when it hails, We all stay safe.  On Nature's order, We take a break, Like when we sleep, We answer her call. On Nature's order, Mankind must obey, There's no disputing,  To the order of Nature. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

I will write few lines, it should suffice,  The message will be passed, without much words, Within those few lines, my heart is poured out,  My mind will be emptied , leaving nothing unturned,  With just few lines, a lot can be told. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The truth is one, just one, not more, The truth is just, no matter the effect it may have, The truth is constant, always the same, The truth is the same, it doesn't have variants, The truth is indifferent, it doesn't appeal to whims and emotions, The truth can stand alone, it doesn't need any support, The truth is the truth, it doesn't change. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The drudgery of the daily grind, An endless circle of toil and fun, Each day, a novel experience,  The daily grind, is different to all. The drudgery of the daily grind, Sometimes you win, or  lose, No two days are the same, Each day births a new grind. The drudgery of the daily grind,  It's different to all, but still the same, White, blue or gold collar, all grind, The daily grind is the bane of humanity. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

The distracted soul, He can't focus on a thing, His mind is foggy and dull, His attention is short and numb. The distracted soul, It is filled with emptiness,  Always seeking for a thrill,  It is an insatiable being. The distracted soul, From dawn to dusk,  It is looking at the little box, That has made it a zombie.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The haves aren't satisfied,  The have-not are seeking,  None will ever be satisfied, It's an unbalanced world. Those in love aren't happy, The single ones are unhappy,  Both are seeking happiness,  It's an unbalanced world. It's an unbalanced world, Each envies the other person, Everyone wishes for perfection, A perfect world is an unreal world. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Love tangle, unknown situation,  The mind is confused, the heart is weak, To stay or to go, to choose whom to love, To know who love you, or who's wasting your time, The tangles of love, weakens the heart. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony 📸 @pexels.com 

Your time is your life, It is not just a ticking clock, It's the content of your existence, Make every seconds count. Your time is your life,  It's not just your waking hours, It's not just ordinary moments, It's the entirety of your being. Your time is your life, It's not just days and seasons,  It's every, seconds, mins and hours, It's the sum of your stay on earth. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The troubled soul, always on the alert, It stayed up all night, sleep is hard to find, The burdened mind, juggling a lot at a time,  Regretting over yesteryears, anxious of the future,  Peace is an alien, rest can't be found, The burdened mind, is a troubled soul. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Feeling blank is allowed, it's part of the creative path you choose. Some days are like that, when you can't coin a word, Your thoughts are numb, your words are dull, It's all part of the deal, of being a creative mind. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

His eyes is glued,  His soul is stringed, He can't let go,  He has been roped. The little box in his hands,  A powerful machine,  Stronger than his will,  It hijacked his mind. He is not alone, Others are with him, A slave to the will, Of the little box. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

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