THE BEST OF YOU

To bring me in and one favorite To plan my lands and dust my pan Say a real good very one. So cried I loud when  first taste breath a lone ranger Hey! look the world in harsh attire? Shabby dressed in fainting robes I cried my Fate a new born babe. Alone to face the odds alone! To fight the crown the sceptre, hat and hoes In sweet and smells to taste of both I worried pass my neighbors born. I sob in all to cry my fate was patted much to cry in cease! But ears be dump and eyes be blind to hear to watch the grateful hearts. They sang to dance my landing safe to walk the world in brave and might The car that drove myself sighs joy For she a virtuous being like none. Oh in joy she tears a salty freezed Running down a whipped free cheek. The greyed white teeth that smoothly set in line to bite the odds. Clerics coats and suites in black. Knotted ties to wishes say Pray to grow in grace and love Shine in brights your oil to flow Never miss but catch a flight t ha...

Being angry isn't a solution to a multitudinous bulks of problem. Predicaments in case, might try bringing a "tear furrowed concerto" but putting on anger isn't the key. Frightening eyes and threatening  sounds is in no way a stair case that channels Change. It worsen the states and the atmospheric conditions of the plight you're going through. Do understand that Anger is diagnosed of you at the very instant you lack morals of Humanity. It kills they say, but how true is it? Hey! Not just your physique, vigor, sounds, bullying nature and Fury that defines tragedy and death! Your Tongue is enough! Even as  salt sweetens, it spoils as well even in dynamic ways. The miracle here is, that the range at which the Tongue operates through infuriating anger by words is in no way different. It kills and slaughters even more brutally than using triggers. Its a friend that embarrasses and shuts doors. And while satisfying its desires lives a wound to be nursed all day. L...

Don't die a mediocre of these things, for you should be mindful of them that your worst is not now. "What speaks me good?"  "What makes me living?" Hey there! The hour ticks for the BEST to break its spell on your cracked mortal For #GREATNESS. The challenges you're passing through at present, even now, is a stepping stair to GREATNESS. What defines your worst? Your predicament? Failure? Bad luck? Misfortune? Hey! Its cool and easy. Admist all barriers to Success, Your Man is growing in grace. The tumor and host of the crises you're glued to now, will soon dispatch you to a Mercyland. Hum! Hello chap, Great is you, and Greater you'll be. The amazing fact is this, your life and being is quite preferable to another, you're not the worst among all. Be careful! Someone is greater than you do. But you can still be BEST even in your own World. Your mind at rest, not looking into the oceans of maladies but having multitudes of grace that keeps you ...

Being an ordinary Man isn't a reason for  living. But you being what you're destined to be. But that has to do with you hitting the Target. Targets are are your aspirations and as admirations, And possibly what you have to live up to, to be the BEST in all. Not settling for the less or most complementary substitute, but standing your ground even when the worst comes. Now get your eyes fixed, A #Catapult is a local material used in hunting small games. For you to be a professional, you need to pass series of tests, mounting up ladders. Here Targeting is involved, once you miss the shot, you miss the Target. You can release a stone at a Bird miles away, but the joy is you having it even in your own hands. #Focus! Come what may, should be the fuel that drives you to a bright destined land. Not folding up to the oppositions from home, peers, institutions or laws. You need strive to say GREAT! at last. Being mindful of alluring sages that drafts tragedies, keep courage a life sp...