The Beautiful Game
It all started when I lost disgracefullyIt seemed impossible but it was done by DE IMPOSSIBLE.4-1. The shame on my face.“Let's play again.”, I said, like I had an ace.Game 2 started, I was already down to 2"This can't be it.", I thought in my oesophagus.I managed to pull 1 back, it seemed like a consolation.But I had no Idea what was planned in the constellations.A red card and it seemed like a comeback was on...And from 2-1, I saw myself leading 3-2. But it wasn't over,A slowly taken corner,“I am DE IMPOSSIBLE!”, he hollered.As Aguero placed in the equaliser.“Let us play extra time.”, I said this time, with confidence.Malcom and DembeleMahrez and BernardoSubstitutes in a war of 2 titan nations.90 minutes was what we needed to place 6 goals in the back of the net.Surprisingly, we scored the same in 30 minutes.And a 3-3 match ended 7-5. I won't say who won,Just admire the fun, And a ton of unintended puns.
From a Heavy Heart
Caught up in the vanity of societyCaught up in the trivial temporary lifeForsaking the importance of the eternal lifePleasure makes us forget prioritiesAnd we forget how long eternity isSo from a heavy heart,Remember your Creator's path.Vessel
Everybody wants a happy ending. Right? But it doesn't always roll that way. Maybe this time. I'm hoping if you play this back, it's in celebration. I hope families are reunited, I hope we get it back and something like a normal version of the planet has been restored if there ever was such a thing. God, what a world. Universe, now. If you told me ten years ago that we weren't alone, let alone, you know, to this extent, I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised, but come on. The epic forces of dark and light that have come in to play. And for better or worse, that's the reality Morgan's gonna have to find a way to grow up in. So I thought I better record a little greeting, in the case of an untimely death, on my part. I mean, not that death at any time isn't untimely. This time travel thing we're gonna try and pull off tomorrow, it's got me scratching my head about the survivability of it all. Then again that's the hero gig. Part of the journey is the end. What am I even tripping for? Everything's gonna workout exactly the way it's supposed to.I love you 3000 -Tony Stark
Palms are sweaty,Breath is heavy,She still mutters to herself, “It can't be.”Lost her family,Not to death but to comparisons.“Why aren't you like Julie?” “Why can't you be like Billy?”“What's stopping you from behaving like Victory?”“I just want to be me.”The gun in her hand looks so temptingLike hot tea on a cold morningHer trigger finger, so itchyTo end the life of "mediocrity"She whispers once more to herself, “I'm sorry.”And that is the end of her story.Anonymous
Gentle is the night,as breeze dances round the leaves,the twinkling stars gleamAnonymous
I had difficultyIn grasping your beautyBut I took the chance,I embraced your fragranceYou fill the sun with energyYou fill my heart with positivityAnd when my heart hits the rock below,I always look at you my dear yellow.Anonymous
What's my Name?
Who am I?What's my name?A question many ask,Which make them forget my task.But here's an answer,To cage your desire.I'm a vessel,Yet a megaphoneI soothe your hurting soulMy words come to you, alone.Sometimes I talk about JesusSometimes I talk about what surrounds usBut all I need is your focusAs I share what I noticeAnd God's plan for Earth, our locusYou don't need to know my nameThat isn't the main gainMy name isn't infamousBut my words should be famousAnd I am AnonymousAnonymous
Why settle for less,When you have more?Why settle for little,When you have much?Why settle for self democracy,When you can live under the autocracy Of his loving sovereigntyWhich gives us the guaranteeOf a place so heavenly?Why settle for this world's expired warranty,When you have Heaven's certainty?Why, I must ask, do you settle for a life so ambiguous,When you can have a life with Jesus?Anonymous