cerebralcausality : 

  Poetry In Solitude. 
 How we die… Is to live in the truth of our transition as we appreciate the gift of accompaniment…  The days grow long into the darkness of deeds… It’s a divine decision with an eternal connection…   Never worry about the daily drudgery only seek serenity in the truthfulness that this too will pass…  Live in the age of candour because the only definite is death, that change that affects us all… 
 Too often we focus on how we live forgetting to remember its how we die…  This is the only moment that echoes births potent…  To remember that the things we came to acquire only live beyond our life from our desire…  We get caught between the seconds lost within the minutes and thoughtful in the hours…  When the realisation of our actions fester and our facades are nothing but character concepts…  Can the crystalisation culminate in that moment where we become more…  More than the less we give and less than the trivialities we live? 
 Live knowing that every day is the truth you have been blessed with from your youth…  Live grasping with both hands the light that some forever seek but will never see…  Live celebrating breath for without it you end sharing the embrace of death…  Live bringing the balance that stabilizes synergy…  Live giving the chances you believe you were denied…                                Live fully in the moment of anothers self, Giving… passion… Ensuring there are no intended lack of actions…  Live spreading hope and helping others cope even though it may show itself like an uneven slope…                                                                                                     Live freely to empower and enable a connections stability even when to disconect seems the easy fabel…                                                                                   Live challenging normalities as we expand through embracing our abnormalities… 
  LIVE…  
 Knowing how you must die. 
 Never cry for the me if you ever loved me…  I was merely gifted the treat of imbibing your cosmic spirit…  Never mourn for the passing our love, just live knowing it was a blessing that came from above… 
  © Seyi Awolesi

cerebralcausality:

Poetry In Solitude.

How we die…
Is to live in the truth of our transition as we appreciate the gift of accompaniment…
The days grow long into the darkness of deeds… It’s a divine decision with an eternal connection…
Never worry about the daily drudgery only seek serenity in the truthfulness that this too will pass…
Live in the age of candour because the only definite is death, that change that affects us all…

Too often we focus on how we live forgetting to remember its how we die…
This is the only moment that echoes births potent…
To remember that the things we came to acquire only live beyond our life from our desire…
We get caught between the seconds lost within the minutes and thoughtful in the hours…
When the realisation of our actions fester and our facades are nothing but character concepts…
Can the crystalisation culminate in that moment where we become more…
More than the less we give and less than the trivialities we live?

Live knowing that every day is the truth you have been blessed with from your youth…
Live grasping with both hands the light that some forever seek but will never see…
Live celebrating breath for without it you end sharing the embrace of death…
Live bringing the balance that stabilizes synergy…
Live giving the chances you believe you were denied…                                Live fully in the moment of anothers self, Giving… passion… Ensuring there are no intended lack of actions…
Live spreading hope and helping others cope even though it may show itself like an uneven slope…                                                                                                     Live freely to empower and enable a connections stability even when to disconect seems the easy fabel…                                                                                   Live challenging normalities as we expand through embracing our abnormalities…

LIVE…

Knowing how you must die.

Never cry for the me if you ever loved me…
I was merely gifted the treat of imbibing your cosmic spirit…
Never mourn for the passing our love, just live knowing it was a blessing that came from above…

© Seyi Awolesi