Some lives are electrifying and inspiring I've read about, heard of and seen greatness beyond words This is a dedication to those who live great lives inspiring others
Title: LEGEND Author: O. Asojo
An entrance at sunrise, hours before noon Thought I read it backwards, the book of his life's sum-up
A man misconstrued, his tale gravely skewed It claimed his life was extraordinary, his path plaid in gold
Awe-inspiring, his life's mystery; is it all true? Perfection from day one; agile as the young & wise as the old
An exit at sunset, hours after noon Was far from wrong, read it clearly, his life's amazing ode
As his life's tale unfolds, his greatness shone It's a story analogous to myths; one like folktales of old
A multihued destiny for all; his life long goal Another? No, not just another, he defined an epoch
On one of my trips I was lost in thought and shot this A friend saw it and captured my mood in words Pensive is what its, A Pensive Mood That articulation inspired this
Title: A PENSIVE MOOD Author: O. Asojo
Like a lost one's welcome home Like the rain's song with a thunderous roar It clatters so
Like a lamppost when winter blows Like a stab to the heart by Amor's arrow It pierces the soul
Like a farewell unsure of tomorrow Like the bells' chime for a funeral's sorrow It burdens so
Like a lifelong secret; last breath told Like a parable deciphered, its myths unfold It bares its soul
As much as we experience change, why is it so difficult to effect “controlled change”? Controlled change as I term it is calculatedly transforming behavior, breaking away from habits particularly those detrimental in the long run. Ultimately, we all benefit from favorable change. Regardless of differences, we all just seek contentment.
Title: CHANGE Author: O. Asojo
Change is constant with time Of what use if detrimental to my kind
Change claims all; it’s all I ever hear Change & change, Left, right & everywhere
Change says the vagabonds in power It will come, their favorite phrase to utter
Change is what is said all week through Change from week one through week fifty two
Change from dusk till dawn, Change from sunset till sun-up Change, a song, like a vendor promoting news all year long Change, not yesterday or today but when tomorrow comes Knocked at its door but change was gone
So patiently you and I wait, until the day it comes
Time has always been fascinating to me Primarily due to its ‘control’ over life and self actualization Use it wisely & best possible considering, once gone, it’s really gone!
Title: TIME Author: O. Asojo
Tick tock, the heart of the clock; it just won’t stop I change my pace, go faster; it’s never enough You matured me, You age me
Unwavering, the mind of the clock; a constant turn I multitask, try usurping it all; yet I need more You enlightened me, You limit me
Incessant, the soul of the clock; unending revolutions Controlling my every all; where do I run You refined me, You define me
People often misconstrue confidence and perceive it as arrogance. Pride drives these two attributes. Detrimental as arrogance, beneficial to confidence, regardless, aim to be the best!
Title: PRIDE Author: O. Asojo
Pride, father of confidence Kin of arrogance
Pride, the rise and fall The Joy! Abhorrence!
Pride, my nonchalance as the best My enthusiasm, challenge the rest
Pride, fuels the drive when high Retards the strive when dejected
A thousand words, just one or even none I remain the best; coming close, I see no one I’m in a league of my own, I’m the only one
I was once asked, what inspires? My take, inspiration is multifarious. Like most things, it’s based on perception. It comes from the simplest things to the greatest experiences.
I’m going to start my blog with a poem I wrote following that question. Enjoy!
Title: INSPIRATION Author: O. Asojo
What inspires is the question?
A hug from a great friend once lost? The smile from the stranger next door? Afflictions constantly fought?
What inspires is the question?
A psalm hummed and sang by mum? The birth of one’s very first born? Life’s stress, predicaments, hurts?
What inspires is the question?
A setting sun taking a blissful walk? The warmth of one’s lifelong love? Tales of a late love that once was?
What inspires is reality, the life I live, the world as it is