Reginaldo Emele

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!

Walking on the street, feeling the scents of the evening breeze through my nostrils With my head hiding beneath the hood; watchful of an unseen sun Looking around me things anew I am in mixed feelings to a height of discovery as the sun As I stroll steadily on the tarred road; along the white broken lines Feelings of awe that I am where I would never think to say that I would be where I am As I look up, I see a white sun: nothing short of a spectacle I lay my head down,  back at concentrating on the broken lines as I stroll to my destiny

Beautiful and always sweet in form Words and smiles that bear truths unspoken Always a silent inspiration, motivation and strength Your smile is always beautiful and warm Flowing with the beauty of nature that is in you You are very beautiful within and without But the heartwarming gesture of your heart that excites me that most You are an angel, truly you are That is what i see when i always look at you A Beauty from the sun

Imperfection is a distortion of perfection; a hole in the fulfilment as a true spirit being thereby making us still human beings. The truth is, we are all perfect but due to the failure of man at first test, we have to learn to recognise and foster the beauty of perfection in us. This is what the Bible means when it says "Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect." Matt 5:48