Reginaldo Emele

1. Brokenness is the fertile ground through which beauty sprouts 2. It is only love that makes an imperfect person perfect 3. Thanksgiving is an act of conditioning oneself in the right atmosphere to receive blessings 4. A spiritually mature man considers the age of the mind not the age of the body 5. In humility there is power

"If you can control happiness, then automatically you can control sadness; the two are the same but in opposite directions. Being in control over happiness and sadness gives you the ability to learn from them or get the message they are passing to you  perfectly." Happiness and sadness are in the same number line meaning that they are the same but in opposite directions. When in happiness, it is best to be sober about it so when sadness sprouts, it would not be your master. You can take happiness as an illusion devil uses to make us complacent so when dire circumstances comes along, the individual will not be able to be in control. Prayer for self-control is key. 

"If you want to see the beauty of God listen to an emotional person with an open heart" An emotional person in truth always sees the beauty of God in things that they encounter. They are emotional because  they are overwhelmed and joyous at the same time at the beauty that they see; thereby seeing the beauty of God underlying in the things that made them cry. Their tears is only a physical manifestation of how overwhelmed they are to what they have seen and it is a sign that they loved what they saw.  How did they see it in the first place? With an open heart through the sensitivity of their spirit;  They actually 'touched' the beauty of God which is the love of God. Just listen carefully to the words that they speak when they are emotional and you will realise how it is simple and beautifully crafted.  "The more emotional you are, the more beautiful you are" The reason why people do not see them for who they are and thereby the beauty they see i...

Kill thyself to live

It is only love that makes an imperfect person perfect

Your character exhibits the depth of beauty in you

The words we speak represents the clothing of our spirit

"Brokenness is the fertile ground through which our beauty sprouts"                                                                   -  Reginaldo Emele

You will always be a lovely scene; a stop and stare A beautiful story book of lovely roses; a gentle wind blowing the trees Happy children smiling and playing gently with loveliness Chapters full of love disseminated in flavours of shapes and sizes A page always a source of anxiety for the next page Even if the story book has ended It's continuity will stare in the minds of the admiring That will be the end

 Love can be the most painful; but in it's pain the most remarkable of all when channelled in the right proportion of ways. It is the most complicated thing, but in it's complication the most wonderful and most special. Love can turn the weakest into the bravest in an instant of a moment. If we understand love, we will understand the simplicity of things that we are deeming in complication.

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

The rain is cold Dripping hard on me My heart as hard as stone Every passer-by looking at me as a deranged fit Probably a glance or two; maybe more I hold my head tightly; my voice growing boisterously as the pain increases I can feel my mind tearing apart I am uncertain whether to be in tears or in indignation The more uncertain, the more blurry i see My heart pounding harder by the second What do i do? Helpless i was, helpless i am What world am i in in the world that i see My being far away from me Who am i right now? This question keeps accompanying me till i faint in the cuddle of distress

"But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble." James 4:6 KJV In all the translations, the word 'grace' was mentioned in all except GOD'S WORD and CEV   translation. Among the translations: the NIV, ESV , BSB, NKJV, KJB, ISV, NHEB, Aramaic Bible in plain English, AKJV, ASV, DBT, ERV, WBT, WEB emphasized 'More grace' in the beginning of the sentences of the verse. While other translations such as YLT, DB, JB 2000, NAS 1977, NET Bible, HCS Bible, CSB, NASB, BLB emphasized 'greater grace'. Meditating on these verse, the 'more grace' and ' greater grace' lays emphasis on the word humility. The writer stresses the importance God places highly on humility. It was through humility God  condescendingly created mankind and give them free will. I have a question: Why would God create something that he knows would eventually go against him but still sacrificed his own dear son to...

Life is a never ending flow of pain and sorrow A consequence of our fights and myths When harmony tries to blend We fight to the end, to flow in an unforgiving essence of cynicism Life is meant to be a flow from strife to harmony But sadly, from strife to strife What to do? But to flow in strife to attain the heights can that ever be achieved Then you can see harmony.                                                                             

A walk in the twilight; the genius to the morning My legs heavy like i am walking on the wet sands of the shore I hear birds chirp, sing, and flap their wings I see no one, only a faint shadow of my glory The ground cannot be seen to know where i tread My heart hardens as i tread along the more slowly by the minute Suddenly, a tear drips down to ground from my tiny, little eyes to realise my steps have been all wrong The sensation of bitterness beginning to engulf my being to replace my within Can this be possible? Is this believable? But it is happening before my tiny, little eyes you see My being is been torn apart to be replaced by a feeling i do not know What a strife! What a life!! Is this a waste or am i a wasteland? The sun finally shines and then i can now see That i have been walking in the mud all this while Where did go wrong in my steps? What shall i do now?

I stand at the front of a big tree Looking down upon dead leaves on my feet and around me, being blown away by the wind Everywhere is summer but deep in my heart is winter The hot wind blows My mind dark and cold My worth dissipating Denigration settling in his new home Lying comfortably on the sofa Freely divulging shots of terror without measure as the clouds passes by Always on the dark side of the moon The feeling that i had never seen the light Where possible is enough to fortify and magnify Where life is what we see in our hearts To create what we envision Now i stand in front of the big tree with a cord in hand Looking everywhere for signs of life; wishing a scream would tear my soul apart I now smile with the flavour of mockery And walk away in my fits of dark poetry

Ever astounding in beauty Never fading in smiles of glory Always shinning beautifully in the shade There is nothing more special than an ever continuous flow of natural beauty streaming from eternity through your glory A novel that has no end; that is what i love to read till my day's end Playing with you is like playing in the sun It looks to me sometimes that you stole the sun's glory or likely your glory and the sun's are in total equality Oh! a cuddling grace of pure beauty How can i see you again? When can i see all the various colours of beauty of nature in you All i can do now is imagine To flow with your beauty that springs eternity

It is a gory life A life full of mishaps, illusions ,dead ends These maladies try to turn me into malady I am lost and gone; sawn and screaming Love stares me at the face, yet it goes away I am not true to my dreams, yet i move ahead a little An asphyxiated arm tries to draw me back to a place i dread I hate pain but yet pain embraces me in it's entirety It seems evidently i am epitome of pain itself Tears slips through my face slowly; my eyes ever glimmering This is stupidity i say If life do not make sense to me, then i do not make sense at all Why! why these thoughts?! This is madness!