LIFE TOURNEY

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

JOURNEY

The end of a journey begins another,

Facing new tourney next in the order.

You are not different from the other,

All striving to escape life’s plunder.

The affluent and pauper are struggling,

To live steadily above life’s drudge-ring.

Every present excitement at a stage becomes bored,

As ideas of attaining the next ecstasy will be poured.

Breakthroughs pull you into new worlds,

Leaving you bowing to strange Lords.

Wherever, there are Men above your head,

Dictating to you rudely until you’re dead.

Absolutely, no man is seen an Island,

Living at the pinnacle of the highland.

A king, has kings lording his reign,

And god, gods dictating his rain.

Climbing heights require struggling,

One that come with frequent stumbling.

The path to reach success is rashly tiresome,

Braving till the end makes you richly handsome

Only death leads to the closure of success,

When there seem to be no physical access.

But the spiritual, struggles to reach heavenly attainment,

Where only the righteous, will be in celestial confinement.

The journey of life is endless,

The mystery of life is ceaseless.

Success is only but a stage scene,

Metamorphosing to stages unseen.

Owned and Written by

Richard Chijioke Chukwunagorom

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

You think you can make it tall,
But first you’ve got to start a fall.
Knowing where and whence it boils,
And how much you can make in toils.

The joy of life is found in simple things,
Ordinarily come the birth of ample kings.
Many are called, but few are picked,
So many positioned, but few, peaked.

The joy of life is hidden in dense mystery,
The joy of life is bidden in tense misery.
After pain comes the joy of a birth delivery,
Hard sponging, the joy of a bath relivery.

The present only portends much to the ever,
Knowing that no condition is placed forever.
Singing low to high is Handel’s beauty of a classic piece,
Rising slow to height will make you feel at genuine peace.

Hardship is the key to the door of constructive realization,
Many lost in extravagant oblivion, soon face such consideration.
The joy of life doesn’t dwell in great things,
But things that present itself without blings.

Could be in the littlest thing you say or do,
Or when you finally concede to say I do.
Joy is final happiness for your soul great creation,
Transcending infinitum to your sole grave recreation.