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Love lots of love likes

Likes give love lots

Hands full to an empty bucket

The hold goes to an anonymous feeling

Realization of it gives a separate freedom

Whose holds gives love?

Attached reasons is a hollow fantasy

Its truth goes by the unwritten words

Steps behind the scene affect the root that holds the lie

The blush of the leaf goes by the wind

Its strength pushes away the fear

The promise of the dumb is by gestures

Studying the world by the eyes

His sharp mind tells the details

Whose blindness inquires the details?

At last dumbness and blindness gives clue to indecisive moves

Affection of the impaired leads to the last stand.

Written by Felix Alex Massinda

Our Deepest Fear

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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be – brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous?" Actually, who are you not to be? You’re playing small doesn’t serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so small that others won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory that is within us. It’s not just in us, it’s in everyone. As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

By Nelson Mandela

I am who I am not

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The fruits of my labor I enjoy them when they are still ripe, gosh!!!! What’s the heck wrong with single buttons??…Does it mean the less the buttons, the more handsome you look??..

Hit me if you can, but can’t change green to red or rather combine them just like guava. Never will I agree to be one thing, no, no fucking way… cuz that’s the simple definition of being STUPID.

I have just read poem called ‘two sides of a coin’ and one side is always wish the other to join, confused??… Crazy but spice, tears one bucket thinking that’s the only way out,.. Join? Why? Cuz I can’t beat them?? I rather stay up and think of nothing, my past is defined by the word itself. Its ‘past’.

You want to know the truth?? It’s not me they talk about. It’s the green color they see on my outer part, but you know the inner part of me and that’s red color. They don’t know am sensitive, romantic. Does that ring a bell to you???

Let me be your number one topic, the one who gets in your nerves a lot, u think I don’t know how good it gets when one gets in your nerves, make u worry and shit In your pants?? That’s what am talking about, keep getting in my nerves too, it keeps in on my fucking toes…I looove it!!!

YOU know what they don’t and THEY know what am not!!


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Life is about how much you can get hit and keep moving forward.

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This Video moved me and inspired me this morning, I hope it does to you as well.

Have a lovely day ahead. Be Positive.

New Brand Day

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A new day come with new brand smile and be optimist… whatever happened yesterday is the past and don’t concentrate on yesterday’s pain only that you can use the experience for better beginning.

Almost every day has new life beginning, open your eyes and see what’s stone is there for you to step on.

Put a smile on your face and smile, judge not others but mind what’s on your mind. Focus and have your new life objectives and work harder to accomplish them.

A life Lost

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She was my neighbor

Living next door

I could hear songs

Played on the radio

The songs she made by her own voice

Good voice for a singer I must admit

But same songs in different tones everyday

She lived alone in the world

Never seen her sibling

Rather other people

Who they argue everyday

She cried in agony sometimes

And pretends everything is fine

She did put her life in dependency

And her stomach grew big day after day

Abortion was the solution

Because arguments were her diner everyday

Alone she could live

Strong she could become

And successful was on her hand

She throw it away for temporary pleasure

Almost cost everything she ever owned

She is now gone

A 19 years old beautiful girl

Died during abortion

Shame, shame, shame

Not all shame put on her

But to those who misguided her

Showing her right direction

Instead they used her

Sabotaged her

And praised the pleasure

Smile my Child.

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Smile, smile my child

Your life is too precious

Not wasting it for pleasure

Explore and expand your knowledge

For that is your greatest asset

Let not the world judge you

Let not them fingers poke you

Let not be swallowed by their big mouth

Control, control your fears

Are the only signs of trying

Be sure of your anger

And transform them all in a basket of positivity

Despise nothing that stays by you

Adapt fast to changing generation

Learn to give and to respect

You will earn back the struggle

Take no success for advantage

The effort kept for struggling

The sweat lost in the rain

Is harder being found under the comfort zone

My child, you will be knocked

Knocked by the same effort you have always kept

Towards your goals

Failing is no reason to back up

Rather a point to try again and again

No life is for free

Every earned life had a purpose in the beginning

Written by Felix Massinda

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