Unyielding Hope

“Never ever forget you can do hard things You can slay giants and walk with Kings”.

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Unyielding Hope

“Never ever forget you can do hard things You can slay giants and walk with Kings”.

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Writings

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The Ultimate Proposition

Unyielding Hope

1 min read

Not for sport, nor for fun

Most of us try to run

From this unseen entity

Etched in our identity

The helper who haunts

Honourably he daunts

A truly Holy disposition

The ultimate proposition

Beckoning us all home

With a heartfelt shalom

And sincere uko salama

Regardless of any karma

Personified divinity

The last of the Trinity...

Poetry

She Could

Unyielding Hope

1 min read

She could crush my soul

I’d given her my whole heart

Yet her love saved me...

Poetry

Romance

The Dog Days Are Over

Unyielding Hope

1 min read

Where to start,

Like a piece of art

Marking my territory,

With no inventory

Mental or otherwise,

Just standardised lies.

Ideas evaporated,

Doubt activated,

Overwhelmed by sin,

So far from the win.

Picking up the scent

Of unhinged intent.

A lot to process,

A need for progress.

Feeling alone,

A dog without a bone.

But fortune changes

No longer strangers,

Willing to take new risks,

Willing to learn n...

Poetry

P’s In A Pod

Unyielding Hope

1 min read

My preoccupation with perfection

Has led to procrastination with my poetry.

Page after page, the paper remains pristine,

Pretending my passion has persevered

Instead of being propelled into literary purgatory,

Permanently perpetuating pessimism.

Pressured past the point and place

It was pure, poignant and prolifically playful....

Poetry

As Long As You Make It

Unyielding Hope

1 min read

Is it simply writing or expression,

A way to cope with the depression?

Get pain off your chest, onto paper,

Embracing the moniker of creator.

An alignment with a higher power,

Or thoughts revealed in the shower.

Sometimes you’re comforting the crier,

Then you’re trying to encourage a trier.

My greatest gift and curse all in one,

Finding meaning when there is none.

A quick look at the literal ...

Poetry

Back In The Habit

Unyielding Hope

1 min read

That was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had. To stop writing for as long as long as you did. I don’t thnk you can even call it an idea or a decion. You just drifted away, right when you were startibg to develop some momentum.

What if you’d carried on? Where would you be now. And there in lies the problem. Captalism has made you thik monitisation of a passion is the only true measure of its ...

Precipice of Darkness

Unyielding Hope

1 min read

Bright beaming light, bursting out of every orifice

Its incandescent powers hang on the precipice

Blinding overbearing rays of absolute raw fury

Its piecing unforgiving glow has grown blurry

A once unfailing barometer of illuminating terror

Now destine to live in bleak darkness forever...

The Apathy King

Unyielding Hope

1 min read

The joy he displayed at first was inspiring

An air of contentment to make you envious

Immune to all unnecessary seriousness

Loved to laugh in the face of disappointments

Optimistic beyond reproach, effervescent

Beautiful dreamer, painted an incredible future

Little did I know, the times they would change

A deep rooted negativity, cast a shadow

My blue sky thinking charismatic prince ...

Poetry

Chronic Inheritance

Unyielding Hope

1 min read

Nothing betrays the deep sadness I try to mask more than my affiliation to sad songs

As if listening to other people’s heartaches and mistakes would help right my wrongs.

Not even the sound of silence can compensate

for the fact that everybody hurts

Every one in my family that is, for generations we’ve carried this heirloom thats cursed

Nothing compares to you when the drugs don’t work, a...

Poetry

It’s Not The Listening

Unyielding Hope

1 min read

Same old story, in one ear

No hope or glory, just the fear

Scary actually, it goes deeper

As factually, it can’t be clearer

I understand, like completely

Don’t expand, even discretely

It’s not the listening, it’s the doing

Which is crippling, agony brewing

Can you hear me? You ask with sincerity

Yes quite sincerely, It’s just I have anxiety...

Poetry