The world we live in is quick to point fingers and allocate blame without a thorough examination of what truly is. We often fail to take the time to understand all possibilities and truths. Instead, we lean toward our internal biases, aligning ourselves only with those who validate them. We create communities and identities based […]
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Before the beginning of the end Was a time where war was the best diplomacy Thwart your enemies before they can crash you 33 strategies of war Everyone is your enemy until proven otherwise Other wise men learnt the strategic value of the night Knighted warriors and taught them to fight Invisible like spirits under
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It’s truly unbelievable! The fusion of different art forms like dance, theatre, music, and poetry created an unforgettable experience that delved deep into societal issues. The emotions were raw, the performances were captivating, and the talent was overflowing. You had to be there to witness the magic unfold on stage
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The only Quantum I know is a car,It’s famous for crossing physical borders,With goodies and gifts from the other side;From relatives bent on giving us the illusion, That the grass is greener on the other side,Yet they may or may not be suffering like the rest of us,Hell! they could already be spirit like some
I have a thorough eye for imperfection,First I always see whats wrong with the pictureBefore i can gently stroke the beauty with strokes of colourful literature, in appreciationMaybe its because i believe so much in the notion of first impressionsSuch that i am completely aware that most are rehearsed,So I dare not be fooledNot by
We could talk of the moon and the starsConstellations and galaxies far apartHow you outshine even the sunAngels wishing to be youHow flowers bow in reverence when ever you walk-byExcept for the jealous ones,They envy your scent and wish they had your shine Yes, if you preferWe could talk of the rainbows in the skyDoves
A goddess of the Hunt Stealth is her trade,Creeping;Slowly; under the cloak of solitude,Every step carefully calculatedTo bring perfect misery on her targeted prey,Frail!Thats how she prefer them,She flaunts her unkempt figure like a beautiful mess,Her allure, enchanting like a siren songShe cannot be ignoredLike a beautiful damsel she occasionally plays possum,Just to draw closer
Change your name to PoetryAnd let my tongue mold you,Read your body, punctuate those lines and read between them too. Change your name to PoetryAnd let me fall in love with your every word,Count the syllables, inhale your ink and be lost in wonderland. Let me read into your meaning, ignite the passion,Invoke my curious
All hail the born-free generation!How blessed are we, that we were born free? Our bodies are free but not our minds,Our labor is free but not our thoughts,Our tongues are free but not our lives,Our legs they open them for free but not our hearts,Our Oxygen is free but not our health,Our stress is free
I tried counting sheepBut unlike yoursMy sheep became reasons to stay a-wakeThey keep me wokeThey all are black and conscious of that factIncessantly they bleatWhat it means to be blackNever to weild true power but be the bulk of poverty and crimeTo be Born after the factThere is neither dusk nor dawn just a sad
