That careless night
Our lips interlocked
Enjoying the toothless breeze
Beating from every direction
My hands itching upon your seductive skin
Our breath fading away like smoke in thin air
An indelible moment
When we shamelessly played naked under the bare moon
Dancing happily to the melodious tone carved from your moan
Gallantly unmoved by the beaming eyes of the Almighty
Smiles broadly drawn upon our faces
Without a knowledge of the consequences of our action
Trustworthy people most times are mistaken for fools. They are perceived as unsmart. Our world of today inhabits folks who cannot be trusted.
The world believes you must be “smart/untrustworthy to make it in life. It is now a normal believe that you have to be dubious if you won’t die a poor man.
These set of people will tell you there is no benefits in being trustworthy and they will even mock you when you try playing “unsmart”.
However, a case study on trustworthiness will help you know there are benefits to being trustworthy. Much more than you can think. Meanwhile, you should not choose to be trustworthy because of some benefits you think might be attached to it. Make it a part of your living. Something you do always.
When you gain people’s trust, they tend to love you and give you more responsibilities to handle. If you are dubious, it is certain you won’t get any other job from that individual you scammed and that individual may block your opportunities of getting jobs from others. He talks ill about you, and before you know it, it circulates and no one at all wants to give you any contract. You don’t even realize it.
The trustworthy man gets his clients to introduce him to more people who also connect him to others. This is just one benefit out of many.
I’m just using the “contactor” here as an example. In whatever you do, be trustworthy. It pays a lot.
Keep striving, never give up until you have clinged to the top. That is where you belong.
Let’s go back to the root,
Where our fruit of affection sprouted,
With a river of water,
To wet it daily,
So it’d not die again.
Let’s go back in time,
To the street where we first shared a kiss,
With a bucket of recollection,
To hold it permanently,
So the memory wouldn’t wither.
Let’s go back to the gate,
Which we forced open to dwell in its heart,
With the locks of our hearts,
To seal it permanently upon ourselves,
So the strangers don’t get to crow.
Let’s go back to the road,
Where our journey first began,
With a packet of matured steps,
To walk it perfectly,
So we don’t get to separate ever again.
THE SEARCH FOR LOVE
I allowed the breeze heave me
To a world I have only heard of
With a packet of anxiety to
What it may hold for me
I arrived my terminus
With smiles emanating from within
Emboldened by what was written on the gate with
A crimson paint
“Hearthstone of love.”
I read out gleefully, long lost in my thought
As the breeze left me at the gate to
Journey in myself
The world appeared so perfect
Aesthetic like its possession – love
People moved on a single file to
Have what brought them thus far
I waited in anticipation for my turn
Busy studying the motion
Bag big enough to
Take away the love meant for me
Finally, I was close enough to see clearly
But I noticed something
Everyone traded something in exchange for
The winsome love
I grinned unnoticeably
I expected something of such
I dipped my hand in my pocket to
Confirm I still had the gold coins in there
It was my turn
I could not wait anymore
To have my love and
Call on the breeze of love for another ride
I stood in front of the Angel
Watched him hunt his bag
For what I believed was the love for
Which I journeyed down
It looked appealing
Right there on the table
I threw my coins already
To patronizing another time
“Your heart is the price.”
The Angel pinched my emotions
I felt a heavy ache in my head as
I watched in awe
The meaning was implicit
It could only be given once
I stared at the package with
A saddened heart
I wished I had solicited for information
From the successful journeyers
It would have prepared me for
What seems like a one time choice
I stepped back dejected
I didn’t even come with my heart
My legs danced to the beat of rejection being
Played by the ground
The breeze of love refused to take me at the gate
Because I was void of love
I looked up every time it took someone over me as
My legs continued to dance on the long unintended adventure
You say you love me,
But deceit, is all I perceive.
You vow never to desert me,
But already, I feel lonely.
You sing to me sweet love songs,
But in the middle, I rummage lies.
You send me motivating morning text messages,
But I see you as the barricade, standing in my way.
You may mean all you do and say,
But maybe I’m the ingrate, tired of us.
Sometimes, we are the problem…
P.Lord Shelf 