And Once More The Sun Rises…

The birds chirp at my window announcing the birth of a new day, they signal the impending sun rise a couple minutes away and thus serve as nature’s natural alarm.

For a moment I drift away held in awe by nature before I hear it! It quickly snaps me out of my temporary state of self absorption trying to connect with nature (or the little resemblance of it) in the early mornings. It can only be blaring car horns of the early morning traffic disturbing the peace.

It is just another ordinary day in the city where the poor man has to go and labour for sustenance, selling his time for meager earnings which barely last him till he gets his monthly ‘reward’ for a job well done.

And thus his day starts 8 to 5 he shall be imprisoned in a cubicle, chained to desk in exchange for paltry alms which he shall bring to his family to fill their empty bellies and cover their skin.

And so the sun rises, even faced with gloom a smile departs not from this poor man’s face neither does hope lack in his life. He embraces the day with glee as he realizes he still wakes and still lives.

With a smile on his face, sparkle in his eyes he embraces another day of life…

#myStoryMyOwnWords
#rasMunroe

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And Once More The Sun Rises…

The birds chirp at my window announcing the birth of a new day, they signal the impending sun rise a couple minutes away and thus serve as nature’s natural alarm.

For a moment I drift away held in awe by nature before I hear it! It quickly snaps me out of my temporary state of self absorption trying to connect with nature (or the little resemblance of it) in the early mornings. It can only be blaring car horns of the early morning traffic disturbing the peace.

It is just another ordinary day in the city where the poor man has to go and labour for sustenance, selling his time for meager earnings which barely last him till he gets his monthly ‘reward’ for a job well done.

And thus his day starts 8 to 5 he shall be imprisoned in a cubicle, chained to desk in exchange for paltry alms which he shall bring to his family to fill their empty bellies and cover their skin.

And so the sun rises, even faced with gloom a smile departs not from this poor man’s face neither does hope lack in his life. He embraces the day with glee as he realizes he still wakes and still lives.

With a smile on his face, sparkle in his eyes he embraces another day of life…

#myStoryMyOwnWords
#rasMunroe

Blogging Sabbatical

In the absence of motivation and inspiration the words tend to dry up, then one simply can not join a few words to create beauty…

This has been my journey for the past few months. I had no strength to string a few sentences together in a bid to create a piece ‘worth’ blogging as I deemed myself not as good as I was before. Being accustomed to writing pieces which brought chuckles to my inner being as the inner man was satisfied with its thought process.

It however gets to a point where you miss it all together and you just want to write regardless of inspiration presence. You feel you have left a void in the blogging world and you just want to regain your rightful place. The urge to get back thus becomes inspiration enough for you to retain your place.

I have missed the art of blogging. I have missed the interaction and the love but most of all I have missed the liberation and freedom birthed by writing. I have  hungered enough for the exhilaration  of having my random thought process output materialize to a piece worth a few minutes to someone out there.

This marks the end of the blogging sabbatical.

#myStoryMyOwnWords
#3asMun3oe

Death…

Death…

 

You stare down the barrel

Life in all its forms has rejected you

What once was hope for a brighter tomorrow?

Has become surety for hell

Break or make, it bears no importance

As the grave beckons

You pray it be quick and painless

Yet it’s a slow and painful exercise.

 

A long road has suddenly become a short path

The pinnacle of the journey never reached

As it disappears into the Horizon

You can only imagine what the road ahead brings

For you know the next pit stop for reflection exists not.

 

Hanging by a thread,

You scream “I want more Time!!!”

“I won’t let go!!!” Death echoes back.

Heaven’s grace tries to bring you back to life

But in death’s grip you are firmly held

And they can never be escape.

 

Your worst nightmare embraces reality

Out of the shadows it reveals its true form

And retreating with the coming of dawn

Your soul is surrendered at Hell’s Gate

Bringing Hades to a celebration

For once again he has conquered Life.

 

#rasMunroe

#myStoryMyOwnWords

 

 

 

 

Conversations…

Ambition

 

And then they was talk of Ambition

The desire to excel under any circumstance

The realization of a vision long sort after

Dedication and Hard work the driving force

Focus and Passion, a guiding compass on this journey.

 

Soon After silence Followed

A kind of Calm that precedes a storm

And when graveyard silence was broken

Along came talk of challenges

Presenting themselves as lessons

Battles to be conquered and collectively

Bring fourth Life’s war Victory

 

Intimidation

Before the night drew to an end, we danced on Intimidation

Acknowledging that once ambition has been birthed

And challenges vanquished

The universe pays heed to your focus and passion

And feeling threatened by your hard work

Conversations of not being good are whispered in infinity

And rule time’s space

 

But because Ambition is the key

And passion fuels the drive to excel

You are unstoppable

And your struggle will be celebrated

Just like the sun shining brightly

After a storm has passed.

 

Footnote: The struggle is real, keep focus and never lose Ambition.

 

 

#rasMunroe.

#myStoryMyOwnWords

Healing Poetry v2

The Surgeon's Needle with which I bind my words.

Healing Poetry

The mind resonates
It wails for freedom
One opportunity
A chance to excel!

Contained within these walls
It is trapped in a endless cycle
This pain knows no bounds
To mind’s core tis felt

The heart pumps
Blood lively flows
Yet the spirit is dead
Buried in a unmarked grave
Its existence long forgotten

I stare into the light
All I can see is darkness
I am blinded by gloom
As I am dressed in despair
Hope wrenched from my hands
No identity or belonging
The future,
A flirting beauty

In these walls of confinement
I am constantly tormented by death
As it delays its arrival

A few words on paper
Sedate the pain coursing/searing through my veins
For a minute I am calmed
My senses are awakened to the brewing storm

The invasion is imminent
What I truly own, endangered
Haunted by ghosts past
This horror has no end in sight

Take these words from me
Drive my soul to extinction
Grant I pen and paper
And allow my healing to flow

POETRY

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