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Life is a road,
walking or running, we move,
Or jumping like toads,
While Some gentle as doves.

Life is a bridge,
Guarded by post and rails,
Some flip at the apex,
Some move for the head,
And some just end at the foot.

Life is a flight,
We take off so we alight,
All in perspective of a narrow end,
An end…
Life is death personified.


Leading Lines

We now have an end,
Or what seems like it,
Why do we delay,
And not go for it?

The streets are made of perspectives,
lines that give meaning and direction,
Paths that grow lean at the end;
Always walk along its line.

Is it the shadow cast,
Or the design brutality?
Why do we dilly-dally,
Or not move along?

That leading line,
An enigma for our introspection
An iconic reminder for our retrograde minds,
Saying, move along! Move along!

Yet we stay and wait,
For what seems like eternity,
At fates crossroad,
Hoping for immortality.

Edited by A. Egesie 


“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams, no mortal ever dared to dream before”
-Edgar Allan Poe

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Close your eyes for a second,
take a deep breath and remember,
light shines the brightest in the dark‘.

Let not your will be crippled,
by happenings of this life.

Let your light stay shining always
that it might shine some more when darkness comes.

For it will surely come to all of us.
an inevitable occurrence of life which is only tackled
by those that keep their light shining;
against all odds.

Jesus Saves.
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POEM: The Irony

Apostle said,
pray and sweat,
in the name of the Father
do not fret”.

Alone with Apostle
we did pray,
and we did sweat,
but on a different stance.

The Apostle said, “I Am…
but really, Is He?
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Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in Heaven
-Matthew 5:16 KJV
Night Shoot-4All photos are my works. Photographed with a single light from an iPhone 6 at about 8 pm, outdoors.


He swayed so far…
Totally oblivious of Dick,
not even the Cameras click
or the loud Nursery rhyme.

I tried so hard…
Snapped my fingers,
waved my hands too
but it was all vain.

Alas! He came to,
with a deep sigh out,
and a jaw tightly squeezed.

So silly…I asked,
“Boy! Are you alright”