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Ryla Ethiopia performance, Not only have I learned key elements about modern leadership while harnessing what I have to offer, I have seen my color very well when it comes to my writings, music and performance, Thankyou once more. I definitely recommend the intensive training to anyone on their own path. 💙
@meskelhaile on the camera 🙏 thankyou very much brother!
@meskelhaile on the camera 🙏 thankyou very much brother!
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This...This is,
not about love, not even pain
I'll scribble
before I'm swallowed again.
Your months haunt me back to jump
Into the perfect world I had built,
Stories untold and selfs I had to shoot
down, so that they may live in harmony with darkness.
I pushed and pulled but later
gave into your words,
How could I have done that without light?
You had mistakes but you were true.
I believed once again, and proved to myself that I, a child turned man turned child could move mountains then remembered why I was holding my ears shut for so long.
This...This is,
not about love, not even pain
I'll scribble
before I'm swallowed again.
not about love, not even pain
I'll scribble
before I'm swallowed again.
Your months haunt me back to jump
Into the perfect world I had built,
Stories untold and selfs I had to shoot
down, so that they may live in harmony with darkness.
I pushed and pulled but later
gave into your words,
How could I have done that without light?
You had mistakes but you were true.
I believed once again, and proved to myself that I, a child turned man turned child could move mountains then remembered why I was holding my ears shut for so long.
This...This is,
not about love, not even pain
I'll scribble
before I'm swallowed again.
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So long to the playlists that you made for me,
Cause they were made up for me.
I gave love almost as fast as you turned it into fear again and again, I put on my shades so when they colide they don't blind me, then caught a glimpse of your eyes that taught me the same magic trick, turning my roses into flames, my words into ash.
You whispered to me desperation is sometimes okay, to feel is to feel human and justified my toxic traits, I drowed myself in tears and how much I missed being human, then you let me walk out a door and called it a choice and I came back to find the doors locked already.
Cause they were made up for me.
I gave love almost as fast as you turned it into fear again and again, I put on my shades so when they colide they don't blind me, then caught a glimpse of your eyes that taught me the same magic trick, turning my roses into flames, my words into ash.
You whispered to me desperation is sometimes okay, to feel is to feel human and justified my toxic traits, I drowed myself in tears and how much I missed being human, then you let me walk out a door and called it a choice and I came back to find the doors locked already.
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Why did you have to pull him into your world that was made for one?
Would it surprise you to know that I don’t want to see you ever again? “I know.”, she replied swallowing every bit of emotion her heart tells her to show, facts, truth, desire aside, she begged him with her eyes. He was not sure about what she was trying to say because he stopped listening to her words long ago. But her eyes say three; A desperate plead to step away before she hurt him again, A truth he was not ready to hear but knew, and hate. And too afraid to open the box, he froze, again. All three meant one and that one shatters his word because it threatened to expose him for what he truly was. A hypocrite.
What if her scent was an escape from the bareness of his beautiful reality?
You promised it wouldn’t always be this way,
Your lullabies covered my ears as we swam in the ocean of time, to a place I learned to let go, unburdened me of the clothes I had been wearing for a while until I was too honest to tell you that I had never been this bare, my chest softer by the minute, second, moment, you put all your weight then pushed me down into my own depth, down memory lane, down where light slowly starts to give up. Last thing I saw was your dry face, even underwater, but the last thing I felt was your hand going in my softened chest, all the way in till I felt you choking me from the inside. And for the first time I saw your tail.
Now it’s all in the past. A tale of a girl who tried to drown a merman.
Would it surprise you to know that I don’t want to see you ever again? “I know.”, she replied swallowing every bit of emotion her heart tells her to show, facts, truth, desire aside, she begged him with her eyes. He was not sure about what she was trying to say because he stopped listening to her words long ago. But her eyes say three; A desperate plead to step away before she hurt him again, A truth he was not ready to hear but knew, and hate. And too afraid to open the box, he froze, again. All three meant one and that one shatters his word because it threatened to expose him for what he truly was. A hypocrite.
What if her scent was an escape from the bareness of his beautiful reality?
You promised it wouldn’t always be this way,
Your lullabies covered my ears as we swam in the ocean of time, to a place I learned to let go, unburdened me of the clothes I had been wearing for a while until I was too honest to tell you that I had never been this bare, my chest softer by the minute, second, moment, you put all your weight then pushed me down into my own depth, down memory lane, down where light slowly starts to give up. Last thing I saw was your dry face, even underwater, but the last thing I felt was your hand going in my softened chest, all the way in till I felt you choking me from the inside. And for the first time I saw your tail.
Now it’s all in the past. A tale of a girl who tried to drown a merman.
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I tried to understand God.
And in time, he let me.
But I couldn't live life anymore.
I chased after life and he let me.
I put all I knew into a box, then another until it filled up a room and locked it.
He then put the key around my neck as a reminder.
I forgot what it all was but the key.....the key reminds me of how big the room must have been, and upon remembering that, everything else I want to remember comes forth on it's own.
Now I live my life.
And in time, he let me.
But I couldn't live life anymore.
I chased after life and he let me.
I put all I knew into a box, then another until it filled up a room and locked it.
He then put the key around my neck as a reminder.
I forgot what it all was but the key.....the key reminds me of how big the room must have been, and upon remembering that, everything else I want to remember comes forth on it's own.
Now I live my life.
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Doesn't it feel like we’re in a constant battle trying to merge the world in our head with the one we’re actually living in, like hot and cold water and sometimes water and oil and sometimes like there wasn’t even a glass to begin with, maybe I'm just confused.
Its when the voices start to whisper the road the doubt for sanity comes along. You think you finally understood the metaphors, angels, thoughts, that feeling in your chest and maybe even what is beyond your breath if you’re clam enough but its a matter of the next step you make before it all disappears like it never even made sense in the beginning. Some questions are not meant to be answered but should be asked regardless, because sometimes...the questions could be the answers we’re looking for or just hiding within.
- a while back
Its when the voices start to whisper the road the doubt for sanity comes along. You think you finally understood the metaphors, angels, thoughts, that feeling in your chest and maybe even what is beyond your breath if you’re clam enough but its a matter of the next step you make before it all disappears like it never even made sense in the beginning. Some questions are not meant to be answered but should be asked regardless, because sometimes...the questions could be the answers we’re looking for or just hiding within.
- a while back
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A run away
A beautiful sunrise,
light, racing so fast to tell me it is over
wet grass beneath my feet, feeling the cold run through,
clean breeze drying the top half of my red shirt,
the attempts to decode what the birds might be saying,
the one with the clear blue wings looking right at me,
as if its trying to tell me..
Its okay.
S
All my days now that I remember, spent
looking down at the ground as I walk,
and up just to direct my feet
to where I want to go but
noticing my steps deeply..
..maybe I like to see how far.
Destinations that have lost their meaning
getting to where I want to be became so easy,
Fueled by my desire to run.
And suddenly I found myself again
sitting in front of the morning rise
like yesterday was all in my head,
dreams I recall clearly
but not what I ate last night.
W
And it happened..
now I long to see the sun go in,
to turn around to the other side,
let my sight adjust..
and stop feeling the ground.
Suddenly I feel alright, my whole life I had lived
in the thought that one should run from pain and the absence of light
but maybe it was to teach me
how to see peace in a goodbye, letting go
and bridge my way into the fear of the unknown.
May 11, 2020
A beautiful sunrise,
light, racing so fast to tell me it is over
wet grass beneath my feet, feeling the cold run through,
clean breeze drying the top half of my red shirt,
the attempts to decode what the birds might be saying,
the one with the clear blue wings looking right at me,
as if its trying to tell me..
Its okay.
S
All my days now that I remember, spent
looking down at the ground as I walk,
and up just to direct my feet
to where I want to go but
noticing my steps deeply..
..maybe I like to see how far.
Destinations that have lost their meaning
getting to where I want to be became so easy,
Fueled by my desire to run.
And suddenly I found myself again
sitting in front of the morning rise
like yesterday was all in my head,
dreams I recall clearly
but not what I ate last night.
W
And it happened..
now I long to see the sun go in,
to turn around to the other side,
let my sight adjust..
and stop feeling the ground.
Suddenly I feel alright, my whole life I had lived
in the thought that one should run from pain and the absence of light
but maybe it was to teach me
how to see peace in a goodbye, letting go
and bridge my way into the fear of the unknown.
May 11, 2020
A great perhaps, maybe SHE was the first creation or we are nothing but cosmic mediators. If so, where does our will reside? Our wants and needs sometimes can only get us so far which reflects we are more than what we look forward to, that our hope can sometimes be our own limit, for better or worse. Is hope just about scheduled accomplishments? Is faith just a means to a narcissistic approach to possibilities far from our reach? It’s fair to admit that the more we know, the less we actually know, but rewarded with a broader apprehension of the things we define and definitely end up with more room. But what happens when we reach the point of no return and life becomes all about the selection of doors and the superficial meanings we create along the way follow and gray becomes a choice?
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020
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I can feel you running around in my head
I don’t want to lose you, though I’m not sure what you’re going to say
What should I type, what buttons should I press to get to you?
My fingers keep going like they know the roads to your body, lamp shades, warmth and the smell of your hair. I didn’t know how I could always feel like something was about to happen when I’m in your presence and at the same time fell as calm as a moonless night at the ocean cause you keep saying “you’re so familiar, it’s like we know each other from a different world” and I force myself to not believe it, because I felt it too.
End of scene 1, curtains close. The stage team rushes to change the scenery in the dark. The audience awaits the passion to keep going. They move around some chairs, different carpet, added fake walls with windows so real the wallpaper pushes the audience into a time they had never known but somehow longed for quietly behind their own curtains, new furniture, different lighting to make it seem like a different bedroom, they put in a glass of water and pushed out a box full of trust, they install a small fireplace and took the clock off the walls.
Remember when I said “I kept to behold the miracles just as much as I doubt”? Damn stage managers!
"Father, forgive them, for they don't know what they are doing."
I wish they would just take the chairs because I wouldn’t use them anyways, My character is always curled up on the floor, instead they could return logic. I can keep the carpet though it reminds me of the times we talked all night long, plus It’s cold to sleep alone on the floor.
I wish they took the glass of water and return me back to the bottom of it.
I wish they took their nice little fireplace and gave me back my time.
But they don’t know my character well enough, they just want to do their jobs and go home themselves.
Scene 2, curtain opens.
I don’t want to lose you, though I’m not sure what you’re going to say
What should I type, what buttons should I press to get to you?
My fingers keep going like they know the roads to your body, lamp shades, warmth and the smell of your hair. I didn’t know how I could always feel like something was about to happen when I’m in your presence and at the same time fell as calm as a moonless night at the ocean cause you keep saying “you’re so familiar, it’s like we know each other from a different world” and I force myself to not believe it, because I felt it too.
End of scene 1, curtains close. The stage team rushes to change the scenery in the dark. The audience awaits the passion to keep going. They move around some chairs, different carpet, added fake walls with windows so real the wallpaper pushes the audience into a time they had never known but somehow longed for quietly behind their own curtains, new furniture, different lighting to make it seem like a different bedroom, they put in a glass of water and pushed out a box full of trust, they install a small fireplace and took the clock off the walls.
Remember when I said “I kept to behold the miracles just as much as I doubt”? Damn stage managers!
"Father, forgive them, for they don't know what they are doing."
I wish they would just take the chairs because I wouldn’t use them anyways, My character is always curled up on the floor, instead they could return logic. I can keep the carpet though it reminds me of the times we talked all night long, plus It’s cold to sleep alone on the floor.
I wish they took the glass of water and return me back to the bottom of it.
I wish they took their nice little fireplace and gave me back my time.
But they don’t know my character well enough, they just want to do their jobs and go home themselves.
Scene 2, curtain opens.
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