Synopsis "Poetic Breeze, Poetic Froth...Nevertheless Poetry...(Puwet3ry)1 (in English)"
If I have the utmost power, I will make life easier, just and fair, but then, I don't have as such, so I resort to writing and scribbling the vast ideas and profound thoughts in my mind. The desire's of my heart, and wishes of my soul, beautiful words of beautiful mind of beautiful heart of my beautiful being. Life is too short to live, everyday that pass counts what deeds a human soul sowed, to reap and harvest in time, and to be continuously implant into coming generations. For in life, there's nothing better and worthwhile to do, than to be happy and do good while alive, for it measures one's self significantly, and then of course, ultimately co-relates to human existence. My heart's dearest desire is to live a good life, a good one with a cause, knowing in my heart and mind that I can make a difference, and be able to express the words of wisdom from the ONE I have set and trust my belief, and to manifest it in my daily life, and to other human beings whatever color-skin. What worthwhile cause should human do and achieve? I plead, present yourself one, and await that glory beforehand, play your part in this circus drama of life, for life won't be meaningful when you smell your skin like a rotten dust, knowing in your mind and heart you had done nothing. Again, I reiterate, life is too short to live, everything on earth is meaningless, the UTMOST ONE had commanded a thousand years ago, do your share with Godly deeds, for if not, in time, what you sowed and toiled, what you reap and harvest, is WORSE TO DEATH, WORTHLESS, and that in your ashes, you had FAILED.Riddle of good and evil, who knows what's in store, just live a fruitful and righteous life, enjoy what it offers you, for it knock only once, when it's done, it's gone forever, once chance, one time, the choice is now or never, what is it going to be then? I say unto you noble brethren and friends, LIVE LIFE ACCORDINGLY, PERHAPS, LIVE MISERABLY OR DIE BEAUTIFULLY! Ever since I was a young kid, I always longed to make something big and extra-ordinary out of my life, dreams of becoming someone someday, to be remembered until eternity, for the sole glory of the MIGHTY GOD. There and then I found my muse in scribbling and writing poems and prose, express every details the words of my soul. A food for your stomach, Bon Appetite I will surely say, a food for your soul, chew and discern all these froth. Provoking thoughts I had cooked, in your plate I had scribbled, words and foods to dwell upon, eat and contemplate with your reasons fill your belly with satisfaction, along come foods of wisdom, in your brain will surely remain, the truth you will obtain. POETIC FROTH you had chewed upon, in time you will surely understand not in the belly but in the mind, discern the meaning of every line . . .I had scribbled these thoughts, it's up for you to grasp, sit and eat never spit, in the end you may not rot, a lengthy chew upon, discern the morals implore, there is more to life, the beauty of your soul!
