Wellington Jnr

A mosaic of my mind in words

[wetheurban]

Remind Yourself:

1. Things end, and that’s okay.

2. Tough times are temporary.

3. The story of progress has never been linear.

4. Trust your intuition.

5. Anchor yourself in what you can control.

6. Never give up on yourself.

7. You don’t have to figure it all out today.

[henrywels]

The Butterfly

Some days we are better with our words than in our actions

Those are the days we forgive ourselves

At times the greatest achievement isn’t that we ticked all the boxes but that we desire to get better

…. we crawl on leaves, till our wings begin to form;

The Butterfly

[henrywels]

Odido

Fallen in love with the ruins of society.

Maybe because I relate to them more. Maybe because it heralds the fabrics of my background. The stitches down family line, the weave I try to knit back to a whole. My identity, stuck somewhere at crossroads and questions in interweaves, a potential for new roads.

I dine with the idea of forever land. My summers aren’t sunny scenes by a beach, but night laughs with my kindred, city walks with acquaintances and safe haven from eerie skies. Where true living knows no cemetery, & trials no conception. Where hands-held hold equal virtue as palms bounded in a prayer and vows are kept like sacred gold in the diaries of time. Where brothers don’t need a third eye, over those watching their backs and blood loses no thickness to water. A land where trust has its roots deeper than the reach of the pine tree. With extensions long enough to dwarf a sycamore, a totem for generations to thrive.

Till then, these rocky roads we walk. In between where we came from and where we are headed. The hands of time ain’t always fair to our plans. All around life’s carousel, pries the unknown. So we trust the journey to faith, to fill in the blanks.

[henrywels]

Muddy feet

I put ink to the page but inspiration is stale

My mind is bare... only full of thoughts 💭 "how I got here"

Not unfamiliar roads, but unexperienced journeys

Desire met conception, and reality aborted her highs

Cravings dim like a flame in snow, as consequences pile

The fire of inquisitiveness begins to burn the same mind it gave warmth

Days are slow, and relief is a long break to look forward to. They say judgement takes its time

Hands behind my head. I stare to the ceiling, wishing every glide of the fan was a finger, turning back the hands of time. Rotating clocks to a standstill and adjusting the switches of adolescence.

Maybe my currents would be stable enough for a surf, and I would decline the heed to test waters.

Some days, the River is Lee, somedays its Jordan, but today I'm at the Mercy of crimsons in the Nile

The patches on my toe nails are not sores, I've got Muddy feet

[henrywels]

Hear me out (Two seeds)

Both Eve and Adam ate the fruit. Adam was coerced to eating it apparently, but regardless God held Adam accountable.

He shouldn't have moved with his emotions. To be head is not to be Master but to lead and be Accountable. Eve ate the fruit, nothing happened. Until Adam did the same, then everything went wrong. He was there to intervene (Supervise the garden). His emotions denied him of his mission and it cost him the earth and tricked down into his family. Eve's sufferings came from Adam's decision to go with emotions rather than thought and wisdom. So did the menace amongst his sons and the decay in the earth. We should learn to apply emotions to right thought, not let it overshadow our wisdom. But Society don't teach this. Adam even went ahead to blame Eve when called out. Like our father, I found out its in our nature to toss Accountability to emotions, but God has designed us against that order. Jesus was tempted to turn stone to bread, at the peak of hunger he denied fulfilling the feeling of satiety and chose wisdom. Our families and future are dependent on our ability to make wise decisions outside emotions and check our emotions. Cause God and the earth will always hold men Accountable. Lead 🙏

[henrywels]

Solemn to you

She said she's scared of her future

So I said, take my hand as I Take God's Hand

This is what marriage is

[henrywels]

Merry men

Somebody teach the kids about value. Tell them about honor and I don't mean in words. Show it to them. Cause sight captures faster than hearing and images live longer than utterance. Voices can easily go on a voyage, but in absence a child mimics the pictures in his head.

...actions become more of a guide than instructions left behind. The latter only becoming a warrant to be denied.

Somebody teach the kids about value. The worth of their soul in gold yet to meet the fire. So their ores bare less glitter than they should in forming stages. How time is the refiner of men and patience the real reward of good things. How by and by, challenges beautify better than ornaments.

How crowns look less like metal coronets in real life and more like intergrity & the slayer of Kings less like an invading rival and more like compromise. A chance to be coronated each day or loose chunks of our virtue through bargains.....

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[henrywels]

Reach To Me

Wish you could fill your holes more than you feed your cravings to be seen. The Love absent at your growth, the stem that anchor branches to your escapades. A root denied of water at infantry, a youth on the run for thirst. Resting at every campers van, desire your passion, every sight of affection catches your attention. Your value on denial by you, long as they can do right by you. Quotes of your worth on the board, from lips of well wishers. But the memoirs of time are too late to save the future. A value unseen waiting for every passerby to bargain. Taking a price on your terms, ignorant of the ores in you. Trading your gold for those that only glitter. Long as they don't leave. Long as they make you feel. Long as they don't remind you of home. Somedays I wish I could change you, but I'm just a friend, a father, a lover, a guide, a samaritan, family, a teacher, an adviser... all in all... Just a Man. Till you Reach to Me.

[henrywels]

Solemn to you

There's beauty in everybody. Like the sunrise in Eden, nothing is left hidden. Rays on every petal, all life forms come alive. Our blemishes are sacred, our nakedness at home, our true form bearing no shame...

No guile under his light. Just glory, dwelling in pale skin and nappy hair. My ebony, not his shadow cast, nor your ivory his beacon. We're both reflections of him through Times prisms.

Solemn to you

Life is a mirror of things eternal. May you not find a lower image of you through its juggles

[henrywels]

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To be Unaware or not admitting of our own toxic trait(s) and always blaming others, is one of the greatest limitations to self growth

Accountability is more valuable than riches. It is wealth of self... and obviously not for the weak

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[henrywels]

Society's Tally

I was good once, naive, an innocent hush. A bashful youth with the highs of a dream.

Watching not to judge books by their covers, yet taking a swipe and falling in love with first pages.

I was good once. I read similar meanings to hand shakes and hand gestures. Until I witnessed one seal a deal and the other act as a signal. A prompt that left the city bare, events that scarred my perception.

The empathy I wore as a Cape, burnt by the ones I came to save. They made camp fires out my intentions, warmth while they needed. When morning came they left them bare in ashes & unto the next rodeo.

So this is Society's Tally. The mirror we eventually take as our reflection. Despite knowing better... but not having enough hands to walk us there. Only a few stay on course on this road, The Greats must walk alone.

Till then, I was good once.

To be continued....

[dagogo-hart]

Few lines of you

The sun bleaches your skin clean now black is the cleanest color I know.

Eyes, like two stars in a perfect night sky are more than enough proof that God exists, your eyes are proof that God exists.

Hair the perfect crown that defies gravity and grows no where but up, like it remembers a time you belonged in the sky but came down to give men like me a chance. I apologize if we were disappointing, but we were raised a bit like questions and you’re the answer we’ve been searching for our entire lives.

So bask in the light from a thousand men that dream of you. Let it shimmer and dance off your skin like a sea at rest.

Your voice, is a thousand folk songs and every time you speak ear drums and heart strings have no choice but to play.

Sing for me, my heart is made of candle wax that melts only from the heat that resonates in your notes.

[henrywels]

A CLASSIC!!! 🔥

[henrywels]

First poem catalogue out today. (at Dublin, Ireland) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_pMd1-H-23/?igshid=1h9hz96wz5eo1

[henrywels]

The Girl in Blue 💙

For heroes who wear their cape in a blue shirt, covering hours Clark Kent couldn't reach.

Living the world with light, despite carrying half of the sun in her skin.

Melanin, her ambience, the path where beauty finds full speech. She lays her head to rest and leaves the stars in wonder.

Aint no gauging how precious you are, morning gems and youth find rhythm in your presence. Briskly walking time to purpose, you seem to put meaning to everything.

A touch of tint and tone to life's canvas, in a crowd of on-lookers who might miss your tinge.

At the end of the day, when you've seen all the hues there is to be seen.

I hope you leave with the right painting of you.

Cause colours go beyond the view of a face, and eyes are too flawed to rate souls. So regardless of what matches think. There's always a light in you that can birth the rainbow.

So keep flying your cape and let your latter be in your letters. There are colours in you you're yet to find ✨.

[henrywels]

The Missing Art

He said if you see the whole picture, you'd miss out on the art

Don't be caught up in views, be the painter.... Make your life... don't seat back expecting a big bang

Even magic is a well thought out trick

Life ain't here to entertain you, but long as it entertains you make the sands a name print not just your exit route

Give it a battle and I promise, it would never forget you

We weren't born to be memories, but lasting impressions

These things take time... The missing art is the painters conception

[henrywels]

Lights & Unending dreams

When we’re long gone and the rings on our phones cant bear our voices

And our identities become memories stored in old voice mails

With our inboxes filled with messages not replied. Conversations we postponed thinking we had life for life

When we are long gone and our clothes hang out to dry, cause we are done wearing them. So they are left to be worn out by time.

When our journeys are told by old college photographs, silly snapchat videos and long worded emails. And we are loved more in our absence with the words we wished to hear said to our tombstones.

When eulogies and prayers were left for our seeds, hoping their branches stretch further to the sun... and our names bear more meaning wearing crowns our bodies never got to see.

May we remember we live in the tears of those we gave life. In the courage we passed on and in the hearts of the first beings our arms carried.

May the labor we leave under the sun last beyond pensions and tax returns... but form a shelter where our footprints become foundations to hold unending dreams.

[henrywels]

The girl at pavilion

This is for all the butterflies that never got past the belly. Never got a chance to become words and pollinate your mind.

This is for cold feet all summer. Meeting a thousand times but never meeting you at crossroads. For hearts that touched from a distance, but weren't brave enough to admit at site. Our hands repelled, you stuck yours behind your back and I had mine in both pockets. For awkward eye contacts, drifting at ease cause we both had a wall we couldn't cross.

A wall I strengthened. Some days I feel I failed you, cause all I needed was to climb over mine to you. I was a novice. I dreaded your eyes, cause they were both my desire and guilt.

We were more alive in those texts. Those emojis spoke for you I know... I just stuck behind those walls for too long till, I had to move cities.

Now... although I'm back 6 years later. Despite all the other reasons untold of... All I can remember is that girl at pavilion.