Taste

Whoa! If i don't say this now, the later hurry would be pointless,

Nostalgia creeps into my bones as i walk down this memory lane,

My blog is literally dead and breathless! (haha)

Don't take much pride in it, neither am i ashamed.

I'll make it up this time by cramming my head into this one post,

Since it has always been half and never whole,

However the past and present taste, i'll still host.

No idea, what i'm typing here but let's just let the story unfolds. :)

First and foremost, would be my praises to the Utmost.

The sweetness of my stroll with God so close,

To the bitterness of my "bodohness" at its most,

Love unconditional, to me still was His greatest boast.

As my sore and sour knees touch the ground each time in prayer,

Be it at 3 in the morning or whenever,

I simply acquire that my eyes be turned clearer,

Only to watch and see in the style of the Heavenly Father.

Did you know, that saltiness comes only so swiftly?

When we find it hard to take any step at all,

Your folks' voices, like the salty sea wind blow so calmly,

And like a flower bending in the breeze, we're led by that call.

Just got a joke from some goblok friend,

Stating that God forbids women to prepare bitter coffee.

When we were on the clueless road end,

He pointed out the book of He-Brews.

As lame as it is, my mind still wasn't present,

As i was burning up in the mixing spicy/hot atmosphere.

As pictures from afar complicates the heart's crescent,

As simple as it is, life is down here. :)

PS: Sorry wasted your time, hahahaha. Not funny, i know. my blog! peace!