SAGE MUSIC BOOK

Photo credit: Google images If it was just one hour left for my life to expire. I wonder what my last thoughts will be ten seconds before it's time up. Only God can judge me now. Time! Soon to tell on my clock no more. Caught in the game of life, dribbled, crossed, throwed, fouled, scored, defended and kept but now I must give up and leave them behind me. Looking to the future because the past is all behind me. The wonders of my world will never cease, I just will be a part of it no more. Photo credit: Google images Fantasies and dreams are different things, so is reality. Everybody grieves but still nobody sees. Flatline! The last second is spent. Where does it lead from here? Farewell wishes and condolences from people who spent time trying to have a say in how my life was lived. While building, the starting point is always from the foundation. The designs mapped out and implemented, the result, a matter of how skilled the builders were. My only fear of dea...

Photo credit: Google images Time is infinitely without a deadline, doesn't die nor expire. And all have witnessed how quickly man expires without any warning. Wake up and realize that whist we grow old, our dreams grow old alongside us. Stick to the script of the life you chose, doesn't matter if you're doing same thing everyone else is or if you're doing something different, one thing holds true no matter. Stay true and never give up. Photo credit: Google images Hastag time to take things up a notch, time to make this money, puts everyone in a frenzy. You draw your map and create your path, stick with people who will play their part. And whenever you may falter, try not to forget that nothing is impossible. Shine your light and be not ashamed of failure. Find your faith and stay true to what you believe in. Everyone else has to do the same or else lose their way, falling to the band wagon. Dedication /dɛdɪˈkeɪʃ(ə)n/ noun 1.the quality of bei...

Photo credit: Google images There's no point denying what's true, that's the stuff of liars. I remember a time when I wrote poetry trying to find myself, searching into the deepest and darkest and sexual depths of my soul. The picture of what I felt love should be. The things I like, the dreams that became reality, the hope for a better future and memories of the mildest touch. Photo credit: Google images Down in the abyss of desolation and despair don't worry for long, everything that has a beginning has an end. The quickness of how fast time expires, the wishes denied fulfillment, the histories made and the legacies left lingering. It's a lot to deal with really, and everyone their own way must they find, truths unveiled, and scared paths. Photo credit: Google images There's always that one person That will always have your heart You never see it coming cause You're blinded from the start Know that you're that one for me ...

Photo credit: Google images She wouldn't have believed it if she had been told earlier that he was going to be the reason for her doom. Annie's biggest strength was also her greatest weakness, she had a heart that could accommodate too many people, a heart as big as the size of a football stadium. As he came in through the window, the sounds of the shattering glass rose to a crescendo, while the gash on his upper arm dripped blood onto the carpet as he made his way across the room. Her wedding had been elegant was all that she could think about, one of the best wedding ceremony to have ever been held. But now hiding underneath the table and watching her husband walk purposefully towards her with visible malice in his clear blue eyes, she had to admit how much she had been wrong to insist on getting married to him despite all the good counsel that had advised against the union. Photo credit: Google images She ran into the bedroom, looking for an escape route,...

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...