Words Rhymes and Rhythms: BEAUTY OF MATHEMATICS...AWESOME

Words Rhymes and Rhythms: BEAUTY OF MATHEMATICS...AWESOME: I got this from someone and decided to share it here: 1 x 8 + 1 = 9 12 x 8 + 2 = 98 123 x 8 + 3 = 987 1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876 1...

LIFE'S COMPLEXITIES.

I'm going to tell a story, a story of a lifetime. I'm going to tell a story, a story of a lifeline. One well heard, but never discovered, one well experienced but never explored. The lenghty days, the long hours, slowly ticking minutes, crawling seconds, life in vanity. They call it chasing the wind, i call it gone with the wind. Groping for a fragment of hope, finding not even d tiniest rope. Fighting for something thats non-existent, chasing a shadow thats ever fleeting. Pushing forward ever persistent, running a race thats never had a winning. The birth, the death, whats between? Health or Wealth?, life in penury?, all is passed out shit. U live, U leave? Whats in between? U weave, or grieve? A life of work? All in struggle U give.

Some seek for wisdom even in foolishness, some are content in their ignorance. Some make it to the top, in all boldness, some are okay with their penance. Some claim to have the key to greatness, some dont mind living out of the balance, some are at the peak of brightness, others are simply in stagnance. What does all lead to? Darkness. The inevitable tunnel of no disturbance.

A life of hustle, a life of tussle, its a twisting puzzle, u walk fast u shuffle, u are lazy or u struggle. Ur ending in a deep black tunnel. U have power or money, u have a tower or luxury. Ur life is sour or paltry, U live in a gutter or poverty. Why bother before purgatory, all ends sooner than poetry.

Have U wondered why we bother, even though we know life is for a while. Have U ever bothered to set a timer, to end all life struggles before u die.
Here's my advice; Take your time, enjoy life. Richer or poorer, does it really matter? High or Low, we're all in a deathrow. So live each day like its ur last, never repeat mistakes from the past, its not about how fast, its of how u play ur part. These are words of wisdom, never forget them.

BRIDE TO BE.

Your the one to which mine beats to,in response to your lovely tune.
We're human in two, my twin whom i speak to.
I remember when we raced, aiming for the waiting egg, eager to set ablaze.
I didnt look at your face, i was praying for grace.
How we hit it at once, your aura, your rave,
i knew we were both safe.
The other racers were dazed,
you?, you were amazed.
I saw it in your face,
the race was a craze.



The rest of our days,
9months we whiled away,
exhausted all in play,
till mother felt the pains.
I pushed, you pushed,
we were confused,
we peeped & I was amused,
while you were bemused.
I retreated & then you ensued.
I heard screams while mom pushed
& the nurses shooed.



Now we are all grown up, ur ready to be tied down.
I'm left with memories of, ur really lovely gown.
You're trying it at the bridal shop, I'm wishing time was unwound.
I would get you extra lollipops, hold you those times you fell to the ground. All over again we'll hop, chatting so loud.
Want again to stay with you,
hope you feel the same way too,
cos forever and always i love you &i want the best for you.

HAPPY MARRIED LIFE.