SAGE MUSIC BOOK

Photo credit: Google images Wake up! Wake up! The seconds it takes before the eyelids will open to once again reveal the wonders of my world. I take some of those seconds for my private thoughts. I love it in the city, the chase of the money hunt always tend to be more exciting in popularly recognized cities around the world. Around my home town, I realize that I'm no stranger to a lot of people. I share a history with most of these people, even though I played no major role in creating those historical past events. Photo credit: Google images I love it in the city, a world quite different from that of my hometown. The people made up of mostly strangers from totally different and diverse historical backgrounds. The friends made and stories told in and about a city are quite thrilling, and almost everyone lives in one city or another nowadays. The wonders I've seen, the tales I have to share, the moves I've learnt to dance, and tastes that have been on ...

Photo credit: Google images The room is dark and quiet, and not even the flicker of a candlelight to illuminate the corners. I lie still, taking in deep breaths, on my mattress laid out on the bedroom floor. The songs of mosquitoes sound faintly, and even that seems like a whisper not enough to break the deafening silence. My mind is afloat in a churning sea of thoughts threatening to drown it and have it sink into the bottomless depths of despair. How did I get here? I wonder Photo credit: Google images The memories they linger, telling tales of a great past while pointing accusing fingers for a wrong that ought not to have been. I fear for the coming future, the uncertainty of which makes it all a confusing mystery. I realize where I am, as even the darkest of nights cannot take away my knowledge. I try to stare at the ceiling in the darkness, hoping for a moment of clarity, or maybe an epiphany, something to explain to me what my next move should be. How did I ...

Photo credit: Google images The tables turned on me and I had to pull a flower from the arse of an imaginary donkey to try and make it all seem better. My smiles like diamonds reflects the light you brought into my life. And a vase for my flower I could not find. I realize how many disciplines, knowing you has exposed me to. I wish you could realize how much of me is because of you, every bit of flesh, hair and bones, part of me like the blood running through my veins. Photo credit: Google images I've been really waiting, for a time to catch your attention. Hoping as I sought for an audience that I could successfully communicate my thoughts like sticking usb dongles into computers. My days are like pages in a fiction novel, my nights the picture of a lonely man, my work becoming my passion. I have made a promise and I like to build trust, so I will be true to my pledge. And I've been waiting a long time for me to do what's on my mind. Photo credi...

Photo credit: Google images I feel like my state of being is like a favorite movie channel for my creator. Like the big brother hit reality show. Spotlight's always on, the bigger light for the day and the lesser for the night. Trust in God, put not thy hopes on any man not even the man responsible for the birthing of you. And the rib was ripped out, and out of it was formed new flesh, a companion to be unto man, ordained to be subjected to the head. It's not that I don't know these things, it's not that I've been denied of sight. It's not that I do not notice these happenings. Leave your offerings by the altar if thou be wrought of thy brother, and make peace with him before making thy offerings. Make yourself holy, but remember still that all have sin and have fallen short. And the lies never really end, do they? But those of truth know to look upon the Lord. Photo credit: Google images I feel like we are all chasing our tails. What in...

Photo credit: Google images Over the waters, and covered in darkness. Created out of nothing, in the east eternity lies wait in the middle of a garden. My worries are not for myself. I do not fear for the lights have never changed, hanging in the vaults of the sky they witness the changing of time. Pray for my enemies, for they know not why they set forth toward me the ills of their heart. They turn to despise me for the wrongs that they suffer. Sometimes I have incurred their hate and have provoked it and other times I have been innocent. Pray that they are affected positively by thoughts of me, that the evil they wish for me, be terminated from their heart. Photo credit: Google images Guide and protect me from their hand of wrath, that when they shall be vexed and strike out at me, your mighty shield will prevent the strength of their blow from crushing my bones. Make them tire of their spite towards me, and create a day when they will extend a hand of friendship...

Photo credit: Google images It's called reality, and though some pretend like it's invisible, it's in fact what happens, what we see evpresent Some try to complain about it, others would try to analyze it like scholars, while some will argue about history and current affairs quite like illiterates. A few don't really care about it because they decide what it will be, and have always embraced time in whatever form it may decide to appear. If you're gonna play the game, you need to learn to play it well. Photo credit: Google images Every gambler knows that the secret to surviving is knowing what to throw away and knowing what to keep. And life is the biggest gamble, every hand a win or a loss. Emancipation of the mind, to discover one's own truths and a path to follow. No one creature without it's duplicate, and in a pack the alpha always leads. The aces always win, and 21 makes a blackjack. Money rules the world, and the stake increase...

Photo credit: Google images Out of the mind and born of thoughts. A smile conveys so much. The sounds of the night becomes more pleasant, and the cool gentle breeze soothes the skin like a massage. Eureka! What a marvel it is to behold. The veils are removed and the true nature revealed, but it took ages to discover real art. Made of stone, then turned to gold, feelings so rich it shatters poverty. Abundant joy, abundant love, beautiful memories, treasures never buried. You're a natural, an Original. Photo credit: Google images And some days are merry while others a burden. So many days gone, each taking it's toil. And it is said, time and chance happens to them all. For in the break of dawn it all begins all over and whatever horrors or luck you stumble upon was predestined. Time ticks, an age is gone by, and choices made in error takes a lot of time to correct. You are one in more than a trillion people all over God's own planet. You...