Beauty & Meaning

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