Vision
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YOU DON'T DIE
You don't die until your visions perished, and you never perished until your dreams dies. Successful life voyage the ocean of goal.
#c9_fm
The Dreamer
I can't
give
up still I
keep my
head up.
Living
my life
in dream
what
can I do?
Trying to
survive in
this tough
game.
I don't know and care not whom you might have betrothed...
WHY CAN'T Ifeoluwa⚔️Oluwafemi BE TOGETHER TO MAKE HISTORY?
Hmm um!
Dedicated to Ifeoluwa Ote$
Puffing
Marijuana
doesn't
make
misbehaving,
neither
does it mean
thuggery.
Using cannabis
makes:
think,
rethink and
reasoning. It's
the true
source of
Absolutely
a lover
man,
ain't a
player,
somethang
must kill
a man,
from the
heart of
c9fm reaching
out boom
brother LilTunechi
balling better
man.
Where am I going?
A cold wall
The floor is moist
Water was drained
Pure water, tainted
Sewage in the mixture
In our world .. .. ..
If you keep in touch with it,
you can feel others bleed.
You can see what they see.
It’s not make believe
Picture That
I picture doubters with their jaws dropped because my words they went and copped
I picture family not having to want
Those that didn’t swallow their pride won’t have to front
There is a man of in(decision)
Or not that it is that
He is a man with (one) vision
He has but one goal
He is always decent on the (test)
Trouble Is An Object, You Don't Really Want It. Pass It To The Next Man, Maybe He Will Want It. Maybe He Will Flaunt It, Attracted To Its Danger. Or Draw Back And Cast It, In The Direction Of His Anger. Trouble Is An Object, That Can Transform
Dear Eyes,
How do you see?
I know your retina, the film of
Photoreceptor cells
(now that’s a five dollar word)
Seems
Counterintuitive to most.
That’s because it is.
Wide-eyed, glassy stare
Dazed and confused
Reeling, recoiling
from possible
Impossibility
Windmills, grassy fields
Disappearing
Set upon in flames
from those leaders
It was told that a leader of many
Would not see the morning moon.
That the giver of plenty,
Would die too soon.
Today, he decides to live alongside The Light’s curse.
Blow absorbing hate
They're clueless 'bout the vision
Yes-I am one in seven billion
Which is a fact you can negate
But s'why I don't concede
Deceivers, yes they do deceive.
Believers, o how they believe.
Take heed to the warning,
Let me be, I must proceed.
Blindly walking in misconception,
Twenty Sixteen was a year of deception.
It was the way she looked
At the world that made her
Eyes so beautiful
As beautiful
As every sunset and sunrise you will
Ever see
What do you see?
Do you see me?
What do you think what you see could be?
Is it happy?
Is it scary?
Do you think what you see is what it should be?
Everyone has their own reality.
Blink,
and the delicate parachutes whistling
with white-spun dandelion seeds drift to
form the rich parchment of
my thoughts,
channeled
I’m 60% water
Every cell in my body is living
For that intricate H2O
I persevere to stretch
My ambitions
To be boundless
Like the water
That sneaks and slides
Lids yawn to consciousness and
Awaken, blind to the
Mysteries of 6 am and the
Shapes and colors dance like the
Creatures of last night’s dreams until
Lazy lenses work toward order,
I love the sky
I love outer space
I love you
And I love the human race
I hate society
I hate egos
I hate discrimination
And I hate the unknown
I hope society changes
Seeking
Searching
My eyes relish the world around me
Once you have seen you cannot unsee
This sight that was given to me
To see the physical wonders
My eyes flutter open
to a world draped in a haze
a sight so unclear and undefined
that I am left in a daze.
I blink and adjust to the warm light peeking from my windows
Life without vision, is life without mind,
Ignorance can be bliss, but not of this kind,
Monotonous, the journey, is the life of the blind,
But even the visionless—sight, they may find,
"If I was invincible
Instead of invisable
I would turn the tables
Beacuse you made the labels
That said I wasn't vision-able
Like I'm hanging from a cable
Because the world around ain't stable."
Beings with reverse tongues One with purity And another without love, Whose hands hold strings And with their own decree Pull them manipulating, Selfish bastards using others To create a false love A false comfort of a lover Spouting lies that cr
a true blessing they are
they upgraded my eyes
no more silly glasses
to hide me from the outside
although they may be costly
I do love them so
for I'd choose sight over money
I saw those cold streets
Glass shards covered over the sidewalk in November
And every time you speak a little of your soul leaves your mouth
Dead bodies and warm blood with the intuition to kill
I want to live in a song
Where every rhythmic beat is a stairway to my soul
And every low key reverses time and I rise again
Living inside the enchanted heart
Where music smells as of the breeze of an ocean's shore
Love is blindI never knew until I found you So has my world become now As how a cat thinksWhen it has it's eyes closed A good friend have I missed in my life
I just know...
I just know it will pay off.
Something in me feels it.
These lectures are boring, they leave students snoring, the rain just keeps pouring, assignments that is.
I've been searching
for a way out
of this blurred vision.
Among checkups and lenses
I watched through pink frames.
Instead I am ostracized
Brain on sensory overload
Fade into the darkness
She's becoming like a ghost
Turned into a bad girl
You can still smell the sweet perfume
Closet full of black
What's the pont of color
I am the one with the disability
and yet you are the one who really cannot see
The world is larger than you and I
Can you not see why minds must diversify?
I see light but I see black skies
Black lies twisted into black ties my mind collides.
Go your own way,
Forget their objection.
They just want
To storm on your vision.
Why do they stare a me like I'm so different?
Is it because my skin color is the color of warm hot chocolate mom would make for me and my siblings on a cold morning
I met her by the seasideAlmost in a tranceAs sunshine shone upon herAnd skipping waves did dance.She called me with a whisperThrough the ocean air,But as I did approach her
Each night
I lay awake
Waiting and waiting
To listen to that little voice.
It’s the voice
Of my heart,
Dreams DreamingWritten by Adam M. SnowDreams dreaming,awake nor asleep.A worldly escape-lies true true lies.
If you point your eyes directly at a star,
expecting to see a brilliant sparkle in the black,
you will be inexorably disappointed.
Most stars are only visible
in the periphery: they are too dim,
Change,
to make something different, transform, or convert,
making a difference in lives, or committing to work,
for change is never accomplished because it is always needed,
What is an education?
It is factual, theoretical, practical, or negligable,
does it enlighten, brighten, heighten, or deepen
the degree and impact that is actually accredited.
Who is society to distinguish what is right and wrong? Is it size, weight, appearance, or personality that defines us? We judge, we look, we quickly decide within the first ten seconds who that person is.
we are the worlds tomorrow
we are the new generation
we are the future
than why are we so reluctant
to see the necessity of life
we lead our lives
according to hashtags and social media
"What in the world am I suppose to do"
I cant see the future, All I see is bleakness and Im feeling blue
All else seems bright and sharp
Clear in my sight
Lost in my thought
How could it be?
No matter how close I get,
The less I can see
My focus is off
No longer on point
Good for nothing
"Momma, you are a vivacious woman with enormous potential."
"Son, the corrupt has taken away my innocence."
"But you have given us all birth."
I think if your lips pierced mine again,
I’d fall back into old habits.
It would be unfortunately fine with me.
The way your blue eyes made my mind spin,
Sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.
I write because I fight with words. I write because when I write I can be heard when there's no one else to listen and nothing else to do, not a verb else. When I write my sentences are fragmented but my thoughts are complete. Through.
I write to exposethe venom that has strickenit is closing the windowclouding our astral vision
As the venom sinks inIt is time to wonderWhat is the antidoteto be discovered
Somewhere, far off into the horizion...
A valley rests between the mountain ridge,
Untouched from time.
Streams,
Like liquid silver run gently as day melts snow.
Here an old song fills the air...
The art of progression
Is something of enlightenment
The fact that you can evolve
And then involve your mind
In a split second
A fragment of your life
Becomes your whole
Time
Waisted
strumming the strings in the chamber of my chest
searching for my soul beneath ashes without rest
such muffling darkness buries me
grueling sands grate my skin—grinding to the ground
Why must you pull me back?
you evil thing tugging with a lion's brutality on the cords of my ankles.
then I cannot walk or run free.
and leap through those transparent but fierce and threatening walls of this cage.
Tracing my roots..
Riding down this industrialized road
Looking through the tinted glass
Watching the land escape my view
Tracing my roots..
Fifty-five miles per hour, I watch.
When I am stressed you release me
You remove a veil from the blind
They now see
When I feel overwhelmed by the commitments I have made
You clear my mind
I now see
Tear ducts have rusted,
Oxidized for too long.
A speck of water remains,
Unabashed by nature’s ways.
A diamond presents itself.
To marvel at its beauty is ignorant,
To marvel through its beauty is luck.
Why
Why do we neglect the power of vision?
As if we know, what is not yet written
As if were stealing a gift that was given and only granted permission to use in suspicion, instead of ambition
