When the tide rises above you
It becomes increasingly difficult to be you
And all seems complicated like the words from T.Notes pen
Your eyes swell with tears that won't drop
Times like this happens to the best of us
Do we give up?
Should we give up?
NO!
We stand up
We rise above the tide
Why?
...Because the 'G' up there enables us more than we think!!!!
Monday, August 11, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Goodbye Alvin ........
The pains we face now .....
You were d joy holding us closer than ever
We were expectant
We were getting ready
We were preparing the ground
But .......
You had to go back
It still hurts
We believe you will be back soon
No matter what ......
We love you and we will remain expectant!
Friday, May 23, 2014
Dear T.Notes ......
Like I said, something keeps calling me back here!
With the spirits of blogsphere hovering over my head and disturbing me in my sleep, I'm hereby notifying you that your days of taking charge of the female folks on here are over. With my long absence, if the spirits guiding us here agree, we may still do the 50-50 formula like it used to be back in the day.
However, do not hesitate to notify me of any new blog that will be of immense interest to me!
I rest my case.
LOL!
With the spirits of blogsphere hovering over my head and disturbing me in my sleep, I'm hereby notifying you that your days of taking charge of the female folks on here are over. With my long absence, if the spirits guiding us here agree, we may still do the 50-50 formula like it used to be back in the day.
However, do not hesitate to notify me of any new blog that will be of immense interest to me!
I rest my case.
LOL!
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Writing ......
The beauty of writing
The beauty of words
The beauty this space brings
The smooth flow of keypads cruising with the mind & thoughts
This space I miss
This land I cherish
This space I have 'crushed'
This space keeps calling me back
No matter how hard I run!
The beauty of words
The beauty this space brings
The smooth flow of keypads cruising with the mind & thoughts
This space I miss
This land I cherish
This space I have 'crushed'
This space keeps calling me back
No matter how hard I run!
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