Impacting Positively

Hello Winnietalker loyalists what's up? I'm sorry for my partial presence and literary unstableness which has resulted in a series of continuous poems and no article. The reason being that words fail me every time I try to write an article but it never does when it comes to poetry because poetry is spontaneous. I apologise to those who love Winnietalker but have been unable to form a relationship with poetry due to its sometimes difficult to understand nature. That's that, down to business.  Whenever I write, I write because something has really angered or saddened me and so today, I want to vent my anger right here. I'm not too happy about the way people talk these days, youths and elderly ones alike. I find it so sad to see that at a difficult time such as one the world is passing through when all we need are words of soothing nature and of therapeutic effect people are still being mean.  So many times we blurt out expressions before we think about them and do not ...

If I ever go missing Search me out not For I've gone digging For the happiness I have not Farther, i'm sailing Be it cold or hot You'll see me paddling With all I got Fighting, struggling Worthing not more than a Clarias rot Fighting and dying Painfully, paddling and pushing is my lot. I see my destination at last, Not too far away, Seats gloriously on the throne The beautiful city of Ignorance.

Raped by Lucifer I present my blood I call him Achilles heel Power possesor of everything fiery Yet so vunerable to destruction. Dreams, hopes, goals All I birthed in my mind With no midwife to help Everything would have been Edenly But Achilles' heel never let them be. Should a goddess fear anyone? Should a king fear anything? Then why then do I fear comrades? Or am I not a demi? Achilles speaks, he tells me everyday, I am one. Maybe I should have my feet cut Become bold and bend betrayers before me But a warrior cannot be legless I guess then, I and you shall embrace him Totally and fully for Achilles is not enemy. He is part of every poor begger and rich King The only Caution be to tame him. Yes we need imperfection In order to attain perfection.

Knock Knock I did Shut Shut the door remained Give me something to feed Deafness they feigned. Clothing I said I need To cover up my pain, But she roared like a lion For me to run or be devoured. No respect,treated like a kid I have a business which never gains So now to survive, I must eat weeds Whether or not it rains. Slowly and smoothly a stab is sown deep I do not cry , for at least, I can say bye to pain. She is a bion Thinking not, advancing and causing tremor.