POSITIVE IMPACT _ PAUL SPEAKS

A VOICE IN THE STREET Loving the face of solid wonders His mocked fame grew yonder Humble gestures to remember A tangled chains of troubled waters Built a storey cliff denial Every heart seek out farther Digging deep with rejected sober He was called "special". Painting old ruckus of emotions Wind of gratitude filled his expression Birth marks as old as an illusion Resides anonymously above all superstitions A filled cup of critic delusion Cry out in loud agonising celebration Not a word to soothes his frustration Wallowing gently in the world of rejection. O'er a thousand battles of pity Drenched away from clownish courtesy Bragging about hamlets; a lonely city He watches beyond duty Mildness and fairness covers not a dirt His presence abound to naught Chewing the heart of cold draught Things fell mysteriously;  a custom doubt. Bless his soul in grief abundance The brevity of courage touches his trance Admonishing the fruits of other

THE THING WITHIN A CIRCLE. ( A Short Story). EPILOGUE *********************** Some of her colleagues and students from the school stopped by to visit bringing with them cards and flowers, perfumes and deodorant, jokes and clownish attitude to laugh at. You prayed for her, never minding how short it was you said it anyway; "Lord, fill her with the spirit of divine healing". A prayer you had learnt from church last week.  Saturday came, there was no dinner whatsoever. The power holding company had failed to come to your aid, the candle lit formed scary shadows on the moronic wall. The opened window brought in air but you felt hot, silence swept the whole floor. Wanting to ease yourself, you had climbed out of bed and walked through the corridor that led to the toilet. Your surprised sight was turned sour when your mother's half opened door exposed an immoral act of shame. Your cerebrum became blank but you saw him, it was Tobun. The woman's velvet dress was torn