From a kingdom of light was I begottenI hail from a city of kingsA land of might and powerI belong to a clan of warriorsA people quickened by the spirit… Born of the word and indestructibleMen fashioned from pure strength Before challenges we do not bow Before oppositions we do not cowerTo fear we do not give in For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal So we rise by the wings of the father We have directions from ABBAWe are knights made to light the nightAn army prepared to fightCalled to judge, conquer and restore balanceWe are of royal blood By right we institute authorityBecause all power in heaven and on earth has been given to us.We are fathered by THEOS who has blessed us with all spiritual blessings in the heavenly placesThat’s who I am and that’s where I hail fromI don’t know about you?©penlord
In ancient Greek mythology, evil began its reign among men Because of just that jar given to Pandora,She was too curious, even after all the warnings,By the Olympians.This is the same story told by the Holy scriptures,Men fell into trouble because of Eve’s curiosity,She ate that fruit the forbidden, Even after being warned by GodYeah,We know she fell and we were broken,We wouldn’t have done it right if we were in her place,So, stop shifting blamesLet us only hope we make right decisions,When we come to the crossroads of destinyLet us pray we are ready when life brings its tests,Let us wish us well!©penlord
By unknown writer
Dedicated to my mom, for all you’ve done.Toast to experiences and people I’ve met in my entire lifeTo the ones who have cared for and loved meto those who should be here but are not because this brings back the memories of everything we’ve been through together… Tears for the ones I’ve lost on the way Love for those who stood by me through times of pain and tearseven when I renounced them they waited for my return…cause this brings back all the memories of things I’ve been throughThis really brings back all the memories of all the adventures of lifeToast to the ones who have deemed me worthy to be their friends And those who are still acquittanceCheers to the masters and teachers from time Who have formed my basic believes and ethicsEven to my mom and dad Cheers to friends who became family And to that girl that makes me happy and always want to see me smile Cheers to my weirdest of besties,Even to you IYUNOLA…BECAUSE THIS BRINGS BACK ALL OF THE MOMENTS AND MEMORIES!
Toys of the gods
Nature’s mistakes don’t count,Fate and destiny, we call it.Even for those neonates,Who were victims of nature’s “wonderful” experimentsThey are gracefully taken care of by deathEven before viability not to talk of birthAnd we say they are good not as dreadPlaythings of the gods they are…Nature’s new combinations brings forth new abnormalitiesWe are all like cards in the hands of fatePuppets of mother nature,We are nothing but playthings in the hands of the gods…©penlord
Time flies… everything disappearsMoments are like diamonds, then like snow… slowly melting awayMelting away in your palms, try to hold on to itAnd… they are gone in a flash.So are we, standing on top of the world and agileRunning out is our time,Like some young rose we stand tall in our prime,Enjoying every moment with a glowEven in the bustle of life you’ll blowAnd in the dawn of a new crowYou’ll fade like snow,We lay forgotten under the feet of all menWe will now dwell in life’s peaceful oblivion!©penlord
You were all I had, I loved you with everythingWhat could you have asked that I wouldn't give?Even to my own breathe...You told me you love me only when I say I doNot because you actually do but only as a reply to my words.You accepted my love as a means of pity Or for my money but you could have told me And I wouldn't mind giving you everything...Now you went with that fair young manThe man that has nothing but deceit,That man that only wants your body not your loveIyebiye... Please come back to me I am alone, I want your body and soulI need you Iyebiye...©penlord
A feeling other than love...A hurting other than the hurt from a loved one.Could I have you defined?Something other than the way you feel when you're let down?A pain you felt when I didn't meet your expectations?Because every time you all leave!You leave without an explanation.Not that I need one but could you leave with a goodbye?A bye before slamming the door in my face? I know you were just passing byAnd had the intention to explain a lie,But even if you can't go another mile,Can you not leave without not saying a goodbye?©penlord
He came to me... He said he loved me...Showed me all the care of this worldHe fought for me He said I'm the most beautifulFairest among women He had my heart, I gave him my allI let him into my secretsHe had me in his hands My happiness now depends on himI gave him the control And he broke me!He shattered and battered me He scattered and littered me like trash And then I was all alone...He slammed the door in my face Even without a goodbye...Now, I am alone...I need help!
She led me into darknessInto the mind's gloom Into nothingness of heart and the grave of it...Where I am held captive in myself.Surprisingly, she was the hope I had She was the touch of my that kept me goingUntil she left me...She left me to wander.In the desert and plain of the darkThe oblivion of my being...In the dense and thick underworld.I am alone in here...I need help!©penlord
In as much as I've been trying to blend between illusion and reality They keep mixing... As much as I've tried to sketch my life On the blank sheet of Life...To differentiate between reality and fantasies...Everything just keeps blending.You keep confusing me, Life!©penlord
The soldier triesTo close his eyesBut all he seesAre the facesOf those heStruck down The ones whoCouldn't live toSee another day.The soldier hearsThem screamingAt the burning pyresHe thinks ofThe womenWho became widowsAnd the children He made fatherlessWith one swingOf his silver sword.He was bornAnd is nowFighting in a warHe does notBelieve inFor a kingWho does notKnow his name.The soldier wondersIf it is worth itThe tragedy of killingIs a talentWrapped up inA vicious curseBut it is The only life He hasEver known.- AvitajHeavily inspired by Troy.@greypages_ @dopamine @nightwriter_i
Playthings of The Gods
We play with the toys the gods give us.- Odysseus, King of Ithaca
The devil does not come with pitchfork and hornsThe devil comes with laurels hiding a crown of thornsThe devil comes to you as your darkest desireThe deepest goals to which your wildest dreams aspireA small price is asked after something you wouldnt notice for thirty piecies of silver the devil offersBut that small thing will turn gold into yellow plasterIt will make pearls lose their luster You may get everything you ever wanted but a dance with the devil will last you foreverAnd rob you of everything worth living for©dominoeffect117