Thoughts of a Graduate of Life: The Wandering Wonderings of a Simple Mind " Perplexities"

By Godson. Omozuwa

I wonder what you are thinking of right now as you are reading this.. hey it doesn't really matter but one thing is certain whatever the reason i can tell you that this book is fitting. It is a collection of poems that bears empathy and commaradry to everyday situations across various works of life Thoughts of a graduate of life is figuratively alluring and mind burgling engaging. Its relevance transcends the boundaries of background and status in a grand quest of solidarity and company. Thoughts of a grduate of life is truly a master piece that aims to reconcile feelings with reasoning in an unconventional manner ever so slightly suggestive and challenging. It is a must read that can be read in a day, a most indispensable accessory for its feeling of openness, passion and sharing. Thoughts of graduate of life is an indepth emotional journey of a man at a crossroads, his awe of life; its inequalities and balancing. The pursuit of happiness and fulfilment here on read and graduate from life.....

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Dec 21, 2011
• ISBN: 9781467002028

Godson. Omozuwa

Godson .O is a motivational speaker, freelance writer and a poet. He spend his spare time mentoring and conselling in an anonymous group with member of all ages. He enjoys reading a wide range of subjects and currently live in Reading in the southeast of England.

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1

YOUR WAY { DEDICATION }

You don’t have to ask

Anywhere I would go

I will follow you all the way

Gone out the way to make my way

Slave to a way

No guarantee to pay

Not even a moment’s laze

No time to waste

Way gone out of your way

My way to lay straight

My way your way

Name a price,

What! Could I pay?

For such prize

There is no bail

But if only this little,

With pleasure, I will lay your way

It would be no task

Yes it’s no trouble

No hassle

2

THE BEGINNING

Two perfect circles

The one from the inside

The other from the outside

They meet at that special place

No chance date

For yes this is fate

There they must mix and be interlaced

From there together

They flow they penetrate

They circulate and resonate

That special place on their travels

They visit the highs and lows

The lightest to the dark

They reach all levels

Nothing is hidden like it’s a pact

They complete the same distance

As if in an instance

Simultaneously not in space

But its contact they may not displace

Both victors of the race

At that special place they must depart

If only for an instance

From that race they never tire

For the one would never race without the other

If the other be late

Then the one must wait

A call from the source to the other

The one must follow to the latter

From both an answer would be required

For both there would be reprisal

For so it has been ordered

From the beginning

The cycle of life {wot r these; blood & air; life}

3

THE BEAUTY OF GOD

Oh what beauty

The perfection of my God

To such beauty there is non-compared

For His beauty is everywhere

A beauty unsearchable

A benevolent mystery

Oh what art

The wonders of his hands

For such craft there is no mastery

How immaculate your detail

More than can be imagined

The ease of your might

Your acts they never fail

For you rein above all sovereigns

For your thoughts cannot be stopped

From your thoughts all there is springs forth

Oh what art, what beauty

What value it’s worth

A beauty of purpose and understanding

A chronological perfection

In balance and simplicity

Mortal man it continually astounds

In your sight is all time, like one time

For you exist before time

But in time mere man

Thinking he his god in his eye

Builds for himself a shrine

Surrounding themselves with accolades

In discovery a privilege from God

An infinitesimal insight into knowledge

The gift and beauty of my God

For we are all gods but He’s boss

But we look and see advancements

We see achievements

We blinded by our little might

Charge a cost for its procurement

Blinded to an imbalance in our glance

From a faulty equipment

Trying to get to heaven to God

Through their man made schemes

And manmade stairs to buy time

To control time, but you can’t buy time

Nor hold time, to buy God

For the secret is to ride time

In awe of His beauty

With patience and compassion

In humility and servitude to all

To feel the aura of His presence

To feel the flow of his thought

To be one with God

A delightful fellowship

How refreshingly enlightening

To behold the beauty of God

4

A MAN

Who is a man?

A man is a man who calls himself a man

For only a man can say I am a man

No matter what the others think

Not withstanding what they say

A man by all standards

A man by any standing

Irrespective of any stature

Irrespective of social status

Not even financial grounding

All in all a man is a man

Whether he stands on the shoulders of other men

Or on his own two feet

He is a man and would always be

As long as he sees himself as a man

No matter who he be or what becomes

Disregarding his demeanour and antics

All alone or full of company

Full of life or at the brink of giving in

He is a man

For he must bear his own name

All by himself and not another’s name

Not even for fame for that would be a shame

To lose his mane to a game in any play

Oh no that would be lame

But a man is a man

Even if he changes from day to day

Or shies away from his responsibility

He is no less of a man than the next man

But he can be more man than many and most

A man that stands on his own stand

And is not afraid to show it

A man that is a man of his own mind

And is not ashamed to say it

A man that stands out from the crowd

That is his own individual

Full of passion and compassion

A man of the people

A man consistent at all times

A man is a man of past experience

Sorrow and joy, victory and loss

Wishes, regret, dreams and more

Of choice and necessity

Of survival and trend

For all in all he is a man of the times

A man is a man

That awakes from his slumber

That picks up from his stupor

That learns from his mistake

No resignation to fate

But he is a man with hope and faith

A man is a man with patience

Proactively responsive but not forward

A man is a man that shows appreciation

For favours and gestures solicited or not

That expects no appreciation in return

For his favours but is recognizant of the privilege

To be of service wholeheartedly how rejuvenating

To go that extra mile without feeling exploited

He is a man that acknowledges others

Their territory and decision without judgement

But due respect without sentiment

For he is more men than man

That understands all men are created equal

That some men wake up flying

For they were born running

The others wake up sleepy

For they need a kick start

They need time on a platter

That some men are more men in one

For they are born to show a way

To their fellow men

A man that must bear the weight of his fellow man

To offer a shoulder,

A boost for the others to climb on

For he was born a giant among men

He is a man that is more men than men

With power and understanding

He is more man

To be humble and patient

For all in all, he is a man

5

A GIFT

I have been given a gift, it is in writing.

The gift of writing an enigma,

A universal but hidden truth.

The act of writing

One language translated but still suites

Can’t restrict her

My ideals and thoughts captured

Never lost in translation

My writing goes on; in transition

This is fact

My writing will go on forever

As long as time goes

Now follow me visit this place am at

Now and forever, time after time;

For it is this place; now,

I have trapped in time.

This time, my now interacting with your now

And beyond forever

You’ll read my gift and say a legend

That a genius wrote these……..my word play

Your thoughts stray, fray and reframed

For this is my gift

To you i give

6

AFFLARE { MY LIGHT }

Like getting an idea

Ever so bright, it blinds

Lingering on my mind

My time