Making meaning out of life

I woke up with this beautiful thought. It is short and obliterates any long writeup. I hope you get the intended message and live for it. God bless...

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Copy/words: Nancy

Short Story

“Agi, Agi, the sun is beating us human blue black and you are here snoring”  polished manicured nails pinched the lump-like form on the bed.  “Eh-eh” was the reply from Agnes who went back to sleep like an addict on a high, though she had a smile on her face.

“Wait here, lemme come back and catch you sleeping” Madame Clara hissed and left in a fury. She couldn’t do anything to Agnes. She was Oga’s newest collection and she acted like a priced porcelain doll that would break at the slightest manhandling.

On hearing the click, Agnes woke up and stretched, her arms reached the headboard. She looked lanky for a girl her age and she took to her form as a bear would a forest. 

Artifice and Pawns

Thud...Thud
Sound of soles against concrete echoes
Eerie cloak slung over  gaunt body
Mugshot eyes seeking his victims out
Wanting a lung-full of breath

"For he knows, they will come in droves"

He waits calmly
By the corner, he tosses the bait
Wealth,riches and fame
One by one they came
Only to see their life pass fleetingly

"For on their hearts, he threw the darts"

On their dying lips, they cry
Pray tell,why me
Never a telling sign, the weak succumb
Into the dark deary bottom
Never to rise, never to live to tell

"As though they never knew, life is but a spell"

Thud..Thu..Th...sounds fades,
Slinking into the shadow
To rise and set out on the morrow
As he knows..life is but a spell
Waiting on them whose soul will sell

Just Maybe

Watching  the movie "curious case of Benjamin Butler"  on tv  and the part that I adore the most is where they played back scenes leading to the accident of his babe; the dancer, Just maybe if the cab man hadn't stopped for coffee, just maybe the lady hadn't forgotten her coat, just maybe the shop attendant hadn't forgotten to pack the lady's order, maybe his babe would have been the successful dancer she always wanted instead of opening a dance studio to teach kids how to dance.

Just maybe

Life is a passing shadow

"Vanity upon vanity, the preacher say...All is vanity".These were the words from the first reading of today. I'm a Catholic..that's if you haven't already figured out. The gospel reading  went further to give credence to the above saying with the story of the Rich fool.
This wise man thought he had it all...so he said to himself; be happy and merry for you have  food to last you for ever. How naive could he be? that very day, his soul was demanded of him.

Time....

Watching the waves gather momentum 

Whilst the sun runs for cover

I sit in a corner

Taking stock of my life

Reeling under the stench of rot I see inside

I wanna puke

This whole time....this was all it took.

Time.

This was what I never had yet all I need

Friends I never saw, I was an outlaw

Rode high and stood tall.... now I feel small

Chalked everything up to success

Just so I could impress....yes, impress

Time

Tick-Tock...It mocks

Yes it does..only now, I know it's a foe

As I lay my  head on the rock

Surrendering myself to its claws

The waves trash in unison

Washing unto the shore all its treasures

Whilst I purge myself of all earthly pleasures

Given equal measures

Tick- Tock-Tick-Tock

Time was all I never had yet all I need
Too late....yes, too late I agree

My First Attempt....

The first time I put my pen to paper was when a friend asked me to try writing a book.I was scared, took me days to summon my muse( Charlie) to think up something.

Maybe I did a darn good job or maybe not....the "Koko of the matter"( main thing) is I did..

Life in many Phrases and Stages; Memories in Collages and Frames

This is everything I haven't done..though been toying with the idea of quitting my job( emphasis on toying)....I could start listing all the things I would want to do, maybe someday all the stuffs in my bucket list will be checked!! I would have to ask Tabitha( anyone remember passion?)...
 This post isn't going to go the usual way...  me trying to empower you, nah.....I haven't got my Dr Phil scrub on.
I will mention some of the things I did that kinda went the wrong way.. who cares!! right?
here goes...

All We Have is Now

Every good thing springs from a thought

      Never try too hard to connect the dot....

         As life is but a breath

              Given out of love not regret...