We Can

WE CAN It is very easy to point out how the other person is not doing it right. If I am given the opportunity, I will do this and that... Like they say, talk is cheap. Don't even think it that I am gunning for one candidate or routing for the other. It is time …


Time @isaacsogo

Adjust Yourself. We live in the world of time. And nothing we do can stop the time. Our lateness in life is defined by time, So also our early rise.   Time is never working against anybody. Rather, man failed to place himself To the workings of the time. And in all, The blame is …


    Picture courtesy of covenantnaples.com NB This is a cryptic write-up with so many  meanings to so many people, you are permitted to read your meaning into it. The meaning intended by the writer is up to all to deduce. Isaacola   SACRIFICE I willed my aching legs to continue the tedious uphill journey. …

Beauty @isaacsogo

Beauty I know that beauty is good, but it'll soon fade away. I know that beauty is attractive, but in death it's not attractive. I know that beauty brings about admiration, but in death all admiration stops. I know that beauty is natural, but the artificial type abound too. I know that beauty puff up, but …

You are blessed

“Behold, I am coming quickly! Blessed is he who keeps the words of the prophecy of this book.” Revelation 22:7 (NKJV) You are blessed! I remember a time in my life that I needed God's instruction. I waited on God and He directed me to the word He had spoken to me long ago, which I …

Jose Padua: The Night We Tried to Get a Poet Arrested

Vox Populi

I remember the night my friend and I tried to get a poet arrested
for his crimes against literature, his hiding
of horribly sentimental lines by speaking like a seller
of cheap real estate, those broken down houses
where everything and everyone leaks, in neighborhoods
divided by the tornado roar of long, slow trains, night and day.
It was just poetry, I know, words arranged like a landscape
of dark trees against the, whatever, azure sky,
but why should he escape punishment like the stealers
of poor people’s minority fortunes, the rule makers
who make us break our backs at hard labor
while they sit up high in penthouse suites
eating their feasts, drinking the best wine,
as they sneer at the riff-raff drawing heavy strings
and pushing square wheels along concrete floors
in the moldy basement, thump thump?
We called the police. “There he is,” I said,
“at the…

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