Beauty & Meaning

We have forgotten how to live,  We are always in a rush, To a destination unknown,  Seeking for the next thrill. We have forgotten how to live, We deny our bodies rest, Our minds are in chaos,  We move about like zombies. We have forgotten how to live, We worry for the future,  We are lost in the present,  We regret our forgotten past. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Meet me where I am, My present state, Not your ideal state, That's where I am. Meet me where I am, Not where you are, Our distance may differ, Our souls can be in twine. Meet me where I am, Unfiltered and untethered,  Love me for who I am, Not who you want me to be. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Life on slow-mo, A lot is seen when we're not in a rush, . We see the details of nature's beauty when we take a pause, The sounds of heartbeats are heard when we count our steps, Feelings are genuinely felt, in slow motion,  Life on slow-mo: is how we were meant to live.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Start the week with her open mind, Wear a smile as you go out,  Don't let hate ruin your vibes, Expect the best, from all sides, Spread your arms wide in gratitude and thanks, It's a blessing to be alive. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com

Take a vogage into your soul, Stop at the landmarks of your story, Visit every memories you have been avoiding,  Heal from the hurts and scars of years gone by, Come to terms with your present self, This is how you mature and grow.    ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The ship is built not for the harbour, A seed has to die, before it becomes a tree, For life to be birthed, pain must be experienced,  We grow stronger, when we burn energy, Tough times : produce tough men. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

You live for the gram, You edit your existence,  Nothing about you is real, The bane of the perfect life.  You live above your means, Your debt keeps piling daily,  You're sinking into an abyss, The bane of the perfect life, The bane of the perfect life, The shackles that binds many, The ideal none can ever attain, The perfect life is a fake life. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The need to escape,   From the busyness of life, From the stress of activities,  From the the trap of tasks. The need to escape,  From the maze of desire, From the toxic rat race, From the hedonic trademark. The need to escape,  From a programmed life, From the forgotten dreams,  From your life that's not yours. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

We give our trust like it doesn’t matter, It's so common to hear but hard to find, Trusting blindly, is worse than the plague, Yet we invest our trust, without giving it thoughts,  Trusting another, is putting your life in their hands, Trust , is the holy grail of betrayal.   ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

To find your voice, you use different path,  Sometimes weave words, then you speak out, Some use art,that speak to different souls,  Others sing songs, so the world can hear them loud, Or you use a combination of all, to reach many souls,  To find your voice, you use different routes,  Till you find your voice, keep the search on. ©✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Start with few lines, then add more, Keep adding words, till you hit the wall, The fight against boredom, the fight for your mind, The battle for your craft, is a firece one, To defeat writers block, you have to write some words,  To reignite your passion, you have to just write.  ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony   📸@pexels.com 

Broken thoughts like broken chords, Your lines won't connect no matter how you try, The words won't connect, even when stringed right, The thoughts are dull when coloured bright, This not right, but it's part of the craft. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

Soft rhymes from the stereo to my soul, Listening to each words of the song speaking to my mind,  Each line bears a message beyond its meaning,  I try to decode its content but it failed, Music is a mystery with diverse meaning. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The power of lust, It's not stronger than love It,can break years of trust,  When it's fed for a while.  The power of lust, So ordinary it seems, It ensnares your mind, Till you are caught by it. The power of lust, It ruins the mind,  It controls the body, Then capture the soul ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 

Time is patient, she is not in a rush. Just like nature,  she gets things done, She takes her Time, and travels at her pace, Even when we're in a haste, she doesn't fret, Time is patient, because she takes her time. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The strength of hate bears no weight,  It's so light , only the weak can lift it, It's so easy to be picked and carry,  Its fruit is so common for the weak to bear, Hate is so heavy, the strong cannot carry it. ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

September is the first of the embers, that ushers in other members,  The 9th month of the calendar,that makes us remember,  The year began early, then climb through the ladders, Now we are in September, soon it will be December.  ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pixabay.com 

Buying back time, A second at a time, A minutes at a time, Till your last time. Buying back time, Take a time out, Feel all your feelings, Enjoy every moment. Buying back time, It starts from the mind, It will reflect in your acts, Now you value your time ✍️©️ Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

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