Sometimes, I'm persuaded that the definition of "ugly" or "beautiful" are subject to standards beyond our humanity...
For love is the offspring of trust. The bond that is thrust - upon whom is loved - is the ideal affection. I love because I have trust. For love entails sharing portions of your being with another.
The point is, this poem is for those people who run away from succeeding by running on the wrong track. Who double their paces into hell in the name of 'living'.
Who has angered the heavens That they should expectorate vehemently upon us? Who has pinched off the skin of the sky That it should bleed cats and dogs? The garment of the welkin Drains its water, as it is squeezed mercilessly, Upon us; The tears of the clouds Poke our flesh like slanting swords, Gluing … Continue reading THE WATER FROM THE FIRMAMENT by Nwachukwu Olusegun Nwachukwu