Author: vantagepoint87

The Story Is King

The moon shines and is a constant. Its probably one of the first memories of the first man,he looked up and there it was a huge dome which starts as a spec and grows in prominence. He could not touch it nor could he feel its heat as he did the other constant he called the sun. I would imagine he started one of the biggest achievements of man ever on that day…he started a story about it! We have all our moon stories from it being made of cheese to what not but have you realised that that seminal day on 20 July 1969 (Moonlanding) began with whatever story those who made it possible grew up with. 

Tell your story insipire a generation

Stories equal transformation if they insipire

Serve a purpose

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Here for a fleeting moment

Its here for a fleeting moment …serves a purpose an leaves an impression…dnt always complain abt life being too short what have you done with it!

Seeds of betrayal

Betrayal

Unfairness thou art in name

I would have stood by you in anything!

I had done all in my strength to fight

To please you in your godlike stature

You who see everyone else fool and charlatan

To please and fatten your soul.

Puny; unworthy it was

But least you forget 

It was all I had .

I had to die to make the grade

It pained to give my all

An arm, a leg, a head, a heart.

My life got pathetic

My ego bruised  to tatters

I battered vainly in your presence.

Even though I got things done

My nights and dreams i laboured and groaned.

I know I had said I wouldn’t take my life without the pain

But this betrayal strikes me to the bone

A cold hand clutches my soul.

Oh my God its steely cold

And its abyss dark and deep.

It fills my heart and mind with a very cold dish;

“Revenge thou art my friend

I will embrace you

And I will serve you very cold

To freeze my enemy’s blood cold.”

In the name of friendship I ploughed.

In the name of love I watered

But my blood and sweat weren’t fertile enough.

Oh my God how I wish I had done like those of old

‘Planted a poison tree in the middle of my garden

Watered it with my pathetic  condition

Until such a time the fruit was ripe and ready

Knowing my enemy would steal as a dart in the night

To be strung by the neck under my apple tree!’

The case of human need

The human as a creature or creation of socialisation thrives on need and want…the more they are needed or wanted by their soceity or relations the more they strive to reach the pinnacle of achievement. In the myth of nationhood they exhibit the greatest patriotism… in companies they show you the meaning of professionalism and dedication… in human relations they love,forgive and care more!
Those that express need or want of others solicit a powerful binding contract on those they show it to. Words like honour,loyalty and commitment start to govern the action of the other. I will illustrate this concept  by way of illustration below:

1. A child is a bundle of need and want in its parent’s eyes. From conception to about age 20 there is the extremest exhibition of need n want. This need and want inturn solicit the biggest and most water tight contract between humans. That parents  love will be eternal even in the face so much disappointments.

2. Have you ever seen a dsyfunctional love relationship. The most amazing woman/man can be stuck with the most unreasonable partner. When you try to show them what a terrible bog they stuck in, after you have chipped away whatever is holding them is it not strange that their last stronghold is almost always “…my partner needs me!”

Its funny how this concept of need and want pans out !
Lastly my favourite flower is the flame lily. Its a beautiful flower that is plentiful in the hills of home…each rainy season it would array the countryside with beauty. I would imagine from germination how the sun would cox it into growth.’I need you to grow tall and strong…i need you to open your bud and bloom to me’ the sun would whispher. The flame lily needs/wants the sun  and would tenderly obey…it grows … it buds then gloriously it opens itself up to the sun. Its core and innermost beauty would be exposed. The sun would ravenously devour the beauty…us the headboys with our parents cows would wonder and sometimes pick it up and throw it to die. In a couple days the sun would have extracted every ounce of juice from the flower and it would die a sad pitiful sight! 

I would want to imagine thats how one sided needy relations are!

Child of Silence

VOICE
What happens to you my priced?
Here with me now,gone the next
You represent all i am
You are person you are me…
You are ghost,you are gone
My friends call me happy
Then i know you are with me
Gloom comes and you are gone
‘Sad sad sad boy
poor poor young man’
Follow me to my door step
Until such a time when you see it fit
To embrace and adorn me once again
To leave me as soon as  you come
Once again lonely and bare.

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As the sunset …so does your voice at times

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Nomatter how much a downpour over an open ocean there is always not much noticeable difference ….learn to focus your energy on things you can really change #sundayvibes