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The birth of a General…

The soundless breeze strokes the bloodied skin as veins bulged out showing the existence of the ever pulsing heart. In the midst of clouded confusion and raging sounds of battle cries and the clashing of steel an unfamiliar calm, settles upon him.
Something, didn’t feel right, it felt scary calm for him. Time slowed down for him and barely any sound reached him. It felt like cotton filled his ears. In front of him, his current opponent looked like a moving statue that was filled with nothing but blood lust. But slow he was. No matter how he looked around, nothing changed, he no longer felt fear, he was calm. And with that, his sight was born anew. He saw it all, a bigger picture. It was no longer just himself anymore. He saw the enemy’s movement and their own. Patterns and secrets of battle, laid on his feet. He was no commander, but he knew for them to survive, tables had to turn. Him alone will not be enough. But it wasn’t the time to be worried about that, only what was in front of him mattered. Obediently, he steeled his heart and let his body follow his instincts. There seemed to be a flow, a current that he sunk in as he faced his opponents. His fatigue, fear… All of it was gone. And a fire was lit, a small one but a fire non the less, compared to the size of the battlefield. Around him, in the small area of his battalion, his allies felt the change when they laid their eyes on him. He was pushing the enemies back. His ferocity brought fear upon those in front of him.

His energy, lit the fires in the hearts of the warriors, and now came the time of this wild fire to spread in the dense forest of flesh and clashing steel. In earnest, together, they endeavoured to farther their stand in the battlefield. This time the tides of war favoured them. These men, these warriors believe in strength, and when they recognise it, they will follow. And as they saw the man, they knew he would be the kind to even wage war on hell and never waver

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Dare To Dream Bigger

I pose this question to you all. Where does your imagination end? Ambitions, dreams, Hope… Do they end once you’ve finally gotten that which you wanted? Is that it? Nothing more? Well, I suppose that journey must have been tiring, exhausting even. Yeah now just relax and enjoy that feeling, accomplishment, entitlement… right?

Am gonna speak my mind here for a bit. Am not saying I have accomplished much but that is hardly important in this post. I want to remind you of the good old days, back when you watched your first Star Wars movie and your mind was blown to bits. Eh! Get it now? This  world has too many of the same professions that the possibility of you being recognized is highly diminished.

However, out there, the possibilities are endless. You could be anything you want…anything. Hero, villain, Business Mogul… adventurer, and so on. And now you are wondering why I would suggest such a dream when we can’t even send a hundred people to the moon and back. Now here my answer… we can’t. Anticlimactic ain’t it.

Well a simple solution to it all. Once you’ve finished enjoying that accomplished feeling that you so deserve, get back on that desk, go back to the drawing, because you never know, your work could be the next thing used as the stepping stone to that space adventure which will lead to more adventure. “Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World” Christopher Columbus

Ted’s thoughts

The world is wounded by man’s actions. It thrives in and widens by little bacteria with their own agenda but the same goals, bacteria like lies, propaganda, conspiracies, hate, racism, tribalism, segregation of any kind, as long as it begets pain and devastation. And when a person tries to eradicate these bacteria, the effort has always proven useless and dangerous to the unlucky heroes to be. Infact their actions tend to be used to fuel the problems. What is there left to do… How do you save yourself when you always get in the way…

Hey, you… 

Your eyes reminds me of the time before dawn… When the sun is about to come up with the promise of a new adventure. When the first ray of light emerges yet the stars shine bright still and the memory of yesterday remains fresh in the mind. The reflection on them shows how you see the world, kind, warm, new at every turn, one could only get lost in them even when trying to be careful. 

Those succulent lips can be so distracting when you talk… With a hint of a smile every time. Gets me to wonder what’s so amusing. And the smile that comes with it, for a moment… Just in that exact moment, I could swear that time stops and it seems like it will never go away. Like that smile is meant to last forever, as it should… 

And your skin… Clearly well taken care of. Also-…. 

I walk in to the room and find her on her computer looking all engrossed in her work. I seat in a chair across her at the table… She’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of fitting jeans, but she is barefoot. I smirk at that observation. She raises her head to see who it was. With the familiar face staring back at her, she smiles and goes back to her computer 

Me: hey, what are you working on? 

Her: oh, just some stuff… 

Me: take a coffee break, you look like you’re about to tech yourself to insomnia. 

Her: just a bit more and then we can have as much coffee as you want. 

Me: mmm very tempting, but I know, you. You won’t stop… You’re work will still be here in 20 minutes 

She looks up, she knows I won’t stop. 

Her: fine…  What do you have in mind?… 

Mmmmm where was I, Ah!  Your skin… 

Right. Clearly well taken care of could even give the Queen of Sheba a run for her money. Your skin shade is that of a the chocolate specially made from the factory of Willy Wonker in the pool of chocolate and the waterfall of milk creating a new shade that is especially, tantalising. 

Your mind, how you think, always amuses me. Am always eager to see what you would do or how you would react to some situations. Even in the dark you always seem to know how to come out of it. And when you are down, know that I will be there every step on your way back…  I may not have a shining armor but I’ll be your huntsman.

I wish I could continue but am lacking of words at this point. I have more to say but I would rather say it in person. 

Self

Who are you? 

Who are you, really? 

A question you’ve asked yourself or been asked before. 

Am sure your answer will pop up immediately, without thinking much. 

After all, you know yourself, right? 

Am not so sure… 

Every time  you ask yourself this question, you always have a different answer. 

So… Do you know yourself, truly? 

Sometimes I find myself questioning my actions,… 

We as humans are so conflictive we tend to lose our compass. 

When the necessary is needed to be done, we check our morality at the door

Yet when the same actions are done to us, we call call our assailants cowards, 

Hypocrites, that’s what we are. 

Are we the better evil, maybe… Maybe not. 

So I give you this exercise before you depart… 

Ask yourself, really ask yourself, “who are you? Saint or sinner”

If you are honest with yourself, you’ll come to realize just like I did, the answer is not found here. 

You would know, in that self righteous bravado, that a demon of your own fashion lies 

Or an angel that lights that needed candle in the dark night. 

You think you’d know that answer at your finger tips, but every time, every action seem to veer off your seeming path. 

You know what you’ve done, but do you know what you will do? 

Again, I ask, who are you?