Reginaldo Emele

My life shrouded in pieces of mystery Encumbered with feats of misery Begotten of a wrenched soul Swimming around piety A life so peaceful;but in shame Such a mystery it beholds throughout it's essence A facade poised to fade away In return for pride Never a dime to behold But a treasure to withold

We all want to make the world a better place but it seems that this narrative is an inadvertent distraction by ourselves against ourselves because the first and primary thing which is the foundation of making the world a better place is making ourselves an abode of love to be a perfect environment for others to reside with and feel our glory and be a change.

My life being full of roses Blends of several colours and flavours Seamless flow of unimaginable imaginations That keeps me flying high with my feet still on the ground Walking in my glory, splendor and candor Everything seems grandiose before my eyes I could touch greatness As a matter of fact, i was a brother Even though the sandstorms swept my feet away I never kept away from it's grasp Even though everything i saw was dirt I could see light in my dirt That flow of uncertainty blossoming into certainty Is the greatest strength i could muster The unseeming harmony that makes life what it is This was my dream in my reality For my reality is the essence of my being