The healing and how best to catch your muse by Chinweike David Okwu, AKA Lyrical Pontiff Writer’s block – the dreaded foe of every wordsmith. Is it a real affliction, a psychological barrier, or merely an excuse for procrastination? In this discussion, we delve into the depths of writer’s block, its existence, healing strategies, and […]
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Where are we coming from?Where is this heading?In the storm of all this dramaWho is the director?Who are the key players in this?Who, where, how, what…It never just come to a close The drama never endsA tale of mixed and multiple sub-plotsOne story with multiple sub-plotsWho is the true director?This is same drama on a
When the sun goes downWith everyone running out of townAnd my face is torn and worn out in frownsI will call on you oh Lord even while I drown My voice stifled by the waters,My mind clouded with different bothers,Even when I can’t help but to suffer,I’ll call on you Oh Lord, today and after.
Who am I, just as I am?A bird in blind flight, desperate for light,Soaring through the night, my wings carrying me high,To boisterous heights, where shine and might align. But the lime skips in fright, and I, a mother bird,Fly to the peak, where many rise to be their true self,Realizing their potential and zeal,
I am lost in you like one drowning,Helplessly, only you can save me with a kiss or CPR.Yes, this sipping arrow has pierced my heart deep,Oh! My breathless being!Oh God! Save me from this love that I love. Oh, but such a save is not as desirable as my lips claimEven though a victim, my
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