SideWalls With Peeman

=letter from beyond many seas== Maybe the reindeer of love tried to sledge my hopes away We were meant to be together , stick together Indeed time travels but like Hiro Nakamura I could travel through time And still not forget the cracks you have made on my watch I could breathe in the sad aroma of despair because distance cannot drown the breath of love within my heart,and render it a vaccum. You are my joy. Our love remains the hidden feat of the world, the glory the cameras of this world have not captured. Time keeps throwing me back to the moment I first saw you It was like a field laced with sunflower. The radiance never wore off. The awe never left Today we have come a long way Indeed the oracles of God sent us on separate ways, because God could trust his favourite soldiers. He trusted you and I It was not even the cause of the battle that kept me sane.It was the remembrance of the thought that you are still around It has been my main motivation. It is what kept me ...

I looked through the vast expanse of  eternity As  I walked from the beginning to the pre-beginning to catch a glimpse of the beginning But nothing began without its creator bearing record As light permeated the pores of darkness, it bloated and burst out with splendour and radiance A loud noise echoed as creation errupted from non-existence As days turned from events but my record could not  find the solution to a question perculiar Where was love when the woman cried out of pain in birth Where was love when the moon met the sun and asked to be its correspondence on earth Where was love when the lions preyed among the jackals with a 'medula' of dominance As the wild gave birth to the wild without even a portion of romance It looked like love was so far away like eternity had housed him up in its kraals of darkness Where was love when the terrorist flung its guns against its victim in order to please HIs Lord Love watched as the tender looking baby got abandon...

So what category do you belong You may find one, be given one from the moment you were born Categories are our trademarks, our birthmarks and our IDs to walk on earth Its our thumbprint, our handles and the post on our walls we cant forget Our personality relies on them and our presence is made from its worth To some you are a girl, to some he is a boy This transcends to your respect,whether you brought sadness or joy To some he is rich, to some he is poor To some you are righteous or a sinner from our fall It is our index on the number line,whether we are greater than or less than Somehow this restricts you or gives you a shot at your best plan Because you don't go according to its demand, it professes you a failure But you know you won, it just wasn't the answer to their prayer But categories has its advantage, its not always that bad At least we know the difference whether objects are black or white It brings your attention to peculiar content, images playing d...