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POETY INVOICE 📝 INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES NINETEEN Submitted Writers: Prince joe Nket Godwin Sir. Patrick Judiasky Olaniyi Ololade Ayuss De~Chris Dkings JA³ --------------------------------------- " Our experiences are beyond measures if we never limit ourselves beyond superstition" [Prince joe ] -------------------------------- "Wisdom in old age is the experience in youth". [Nket Godwin] ----------------------------------- "If a mountain is too high for you to see the top from the ground then climb a tree" [Dkings] -------------------------------- "Yesterday's gone, tomorrow is not yours ,today is the only day to strive and stand  against failure" [De~chris] ------------------------------------ "Never lose hope, but be prepared with alternative if things do not go as planned..!!! [Sir. Patrick] ----------------------------------- "You never can tell your limitation until you try". [JUDAISKY] --------

Of things that become our shadow . . I burn my body with fire Dripping from cold silence Anytime i see a woman Carrying a body, beautified with her demons It reminds me of times That dried the being in my mother With songs, played on the keys of lame memories Times that taught me to look back in time In search of things that draw men Closer to the left hand of God Things like the sadness in the eyes of a boy Embedded in the throat of a bird Stranded between pages of the wind Like the voice trailing a girl's skin With the echoes of her father's last prayer There are things that leave their footprints In our hearts, through the openings on our skins Where a boy once stood before a mirror & saw the reflection of his soon-to-burn body Where lost girls sleep on bed of stones Hoping the moon call they home Where water is a way into tales That does not hold the bodies of women Living their dead for survival Women- dressed in b

REMEMBER THE BOYCHILD Remember those palmdale of cracked Memories of shell got in the bosom Light Trying to crack itself into the world' eyes, You will immortalized yourself in the sky Hoping to defend yourself of food and water. Try to understand the logic within grasses The visual basic written within the store of stream. Remember the cooked street steak of hunger Remember the last name printed on the sand Same smile lured us into death of passion Lighting up the york with Olympic torchlight Goodnight is just a word of versailles sky Breaking the onion of passion driving home. Forget the diversity of meaning heard in sounds Tales are time and orbit stepping on wisdom. We are commoners challenging selfishness of you Tell the truth between the gaps of your fingers Bodies scattered in the morning of mourning are not a desired design for a sleepover nights. We are boys forgotten in the brook of time Remembering the torture of yesterday upon us. Listen to the soun