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ONE DEATH...TOO MANY

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The dawn ushered in with it the wails and screams of an agonizing mother. Oh death! Why must you make your victim into the perpetrator of his own murder 17, young and promising, but alas! A failed step on his stairs to greatness became the straw that broke his back The morning broke, still beautiful with the rising of the sun but tainted with a mother's agony, wishing to her her son could race back One death too many, the graves are full already! The streets became deserted for the teenage sun that set  in the morning Deserted by love. Rejected and depressed, she made sure to spread the mourning She thought she was ending it all by  becoming a willful captive in the grips of death A promising star has fallen! One whose brightness graced the surface of the earth One death too many, the graves are full already! The faces on the currency notes are of those who at a point in their lives had not a coin to boast Times and seasons are
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           A GIFT OF LOVE TO THE GIFT OF LOVE            A dearly beloved once had a beautiful notebook he just got. Unfortunately I shared in the love for the notebook and asked to be gifted with it. It was not so easy because he liked the book just as much but later on, I had my wish; how elated I was! It felt like I had the perfect words to write on its pages and I could not wait to get started.       Years after I am yet to find the perfect words. It was a gift of love and no words seemed perfect. Still carefully wrapped and delicately kept, I realized it was not so much about the gift as it was about the giver and how much it took to part with it. Writing on its pages suddenly felt like scarring loved ones...the gift and the giver, so I would rather cherish it for as long as I get the words that will be worth it...I hope it does not turn out to be a child's scribble 😂         This I believe is how we are to Jesus. We are a gift of love from God the Father
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THE ORIGINAL LOVE STORY... #EXCESSLOVE I was in his 'house', the night he proposed The clouds did not give him away... Only the stars hinted at the sparkles in his 'eyes' His words buried deep into my soul I knew for sure I had found my own I was glad when they said unto me... "Let us go to the house of the Lord" Though for many years all I did was tag along Until the 'vessel' spoke his word And the Spirit revealed him on the cross Was once dead to him in the law But that day became my birth day into his love My tears spoke of how undeserving I was Yet his outstretched arms spoke of a far greater love He was going to make it work, all I needed to do was TRUST Several years down the line...I'll say YES over again Yes to your will Lord.. Yes to your way Through the scotching sun and stormy rains I am confident of one thing...Your love will never sway I appreciate you today, tomorrow and ALWAYS # Abba It's my #BIRTHDAY
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DISABLED

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He could bearly lift himself everyday from his bed A result of an irreparable loss of a vital part of his being His everyday became an exciting monotony The irony; a sweet lie on which he constantly fed He would never tell himself the truth for loss of where to begin The accident happened a long time ago but the case never appealed to any attorney She had withered limbs and a part of her brain was dead She was given a wheelchair but the givers also became her drivers She had only to go their direction if she would go anywhere at all Her life was such that unlookers would pity and dread But no one knew how she ironically saw herself...'The horse and his rider' Her accident was her advantage that put everyone on her beck and call Sadly, they were not born with the disabilities They were resultants of unsuspected careless activities When he had his accident , he did not as much as break a leg But the result... never again did he 'break a le
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HAPPY NEW YEAR

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My greatest pleasure is knowing that when I sat to write this I was writing to you 2017 was unique, with it's own share of pains and bliss Nevertheless, I wrote to you As the inspirations came like heavy tides and as gentle breezes I managed to get them across to you I would not have been able to write if you were not there to read You, my readers are the soils that grew my tiny seeds You are the ink in my pen And I appreciate you now and then I celebrate your uniqeness from the rest You all are the very best! I hope we won't loose our Himspiration 2018 is a new year to wow the expectant creation Inspiration will ignite you, but self motivation will drive you in positive haste No matter what is posted, you remain the master of your fate Keep the faith! , keep the fire burning! Keep soaring! because it is a new year Don't worry if you have only embers left, that is why we will always be here! Together we make HIMSPIRED_MII what it is  And with all the
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MICROPSIA

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MICROPSIA A disorder in which objects appear much smaller than normal, most often the result of a neurological dysfunction. There exists a laboratory and an aged scientist That makes humans his experimental specimen There is yet an art studio and a talented aged artist One who draws and colours all of  life to everyone's amazement The scientist wants only to run the artist out of business He would one day proove that life wasn't as beautiful as the artist always painted So under the guise of treatment he brings his patients to unconsciousness Tampers with their visual perception and creates a new world; completely tainted Elephants will soon be seen no more than goats in infancy Beautiful butterflies will go completely into visual extinction And all the artist ever coloured would become so tiny, loosing it's originality As he gradually looses the hearts upon which he once  made great impressions I was once an unsuspecting patient of the scientist
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FIGHT IN FLIGHT

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"Why waste time on any preamble?" She said, as she caressed his temple Though the opportunities to flee were ample But his brain snapped shut as he progressively permitted her seductive snuggle "Why talk about a fast when you have before you, a most appealing apple? " She said, taking a bite as she kissed red lips with the bright red  sample The ambiguity of her words and corresponding actions teased him like bubbles Setting his brain on a rampage common sense could not settle Still, the still small voice warned loudly through his mental wobble But the warning was defiantly buried beneath the moment's rubble In few minutes, one 'apple' lay unclad on the sheets seeking further cuddle While the other's fleshless remain lay as a testimony on the table Flesh could not have been more boastful as he felt his spirit - man crumble Reality dawned on him... How confidently and foolishly he had lost the battle  Years of sexual purity and his
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