Microfactics Incorporation

It has been so long, I have seen it as it was being brought along, Moments went by as everything, I thought was happening, Was the opposite. I had been musing, Yet the whole situation has been away from my choosing, It seemed more like a confusion, Yet from my mind's vision, It really felt like an unnoticed abrasion, It had emerged on an unalarmed surface, The very evidence was that I felt it on my face, That those who are supposed to score, Anybody with the very potential to get to the shore, Is letting the balloon get blown, By the jealous clown. I have been asking myself all along, If I had not really known. The majority is being led astray, By brainwashers who seem to stay, Like good doers when they are evil. Even if you really open your eyes; naked eyes, You get to really witness that they act and dress, Evidently to portray that they live to please the devil. Those who were once in the right routes, Had failed to get to the stage when they must...

From a smell of putrefaction from a nearby garbage bin, I sit awake realising that all which was in my viewing, was imaginary and a daydream. In my visions there is always an animation of a combination, featuring my wishes in life. I sit while my back leans on an old painted wall. When it is daytime hunger strikes me, When it is at night, cold sends missiles aganist my bare skin. When it is the rainy season, I turn peripatetic. Cardboards, plastics and the sun are my treasures. I pray I wake up in an organised shelter and home. As for parents known to be mine, I have not yet dreamt of the way I would imagine they were like or are like. My eyes, ears, nose, tongue and limbs never sensed them. To me this is not all on the plan of the One who created me. I require a shelter and love, I need a family and a good company with good morals. Not thuggery, drug addictions and prostitution that I witness others doing each and everyday. I require the three R's to stick to ...

She is on a mission as busy as an Oriental bee. To me she is concerned about the well being of those around her which is the world surrounding her. A little distance away she is, But as I start interacting with her it seems a little bit more like a Barbados curtain is the only obstacle hindering my eyes to see her directly. As concerned as a female eagle, she makes sure to sacrifice her time to give advice and lessons to those in a her spectrum. Her resources come from one source. Her in trust in this source is infinite. The love of the Creator of all things is unlimited to an extent that it never fails, It is invincible that adversaries, Never triumph over her plan. Prayer is her first language and no affliction can understand it to the very extent that it is wiped as soon as her Prince of Peace corresponds. Her voice is characterised by words that are dedicated to abolish foolishness. She is disgusted by the acts of immorality, lies,  dishonesty and any bad activity. ...

You have ability to make someone smile, in this concourse you will be acting favourably by the standards that amuse and amaze someone. But you should not be a person who amuses  people with qualities that are not your own. Build a true character of yourself.

"Do not let discou ragers to drag you back, flee from their blows by advancing to what you desire as long as it is not evil." Choose the state of mind which allows you to be free from the world's open imprisonment. Be benevolent use the strength of your mind which is your brain. The result will be masterpiece of art. This is because because you will living with a valuable purpose. The only valuable purpose to actually live  in life is pleasing and honoring our Creator until eternity.

Is almost everyone loving what they are calling Freedom? Uttering of words that are not even fit for coming out of a human mouth. It will be the same even if you go to the South, The youth are almost like they are commanding those in the forties. When dressing up they take hours, Yet when they say they done... They will be almost like they are wearing nocturnal clothing. For they  will be almost naked, dishabille. Whenever it is time for them to listen to what they call, 'music' the contents are causing destruction to their reputation. Young boys dragging their trousers below their buttocks, Simply because of what they see in the misleading movies. Office desks have became beds, for adultery is mounted everywhere. When they overhear someone, who is blamed for a crime they run to smite in the face. But who had been on the schedule for checking on them when they commit adultery with their secretaries? It is so obvious? They call it freedom, they say we ...