Strategy & Structure. Architecting Market Position
In the pursuit, on the way you meet the shadow..
A beauty, a splintered star…
She’s drop-dead gorgeous, untamed, free
You learn in the process of alchemy,
raw and whole,
God breaks your heart to salvage your soul.
And each fracture refines the gold of life.
I see it coming, no more cries,
By now I don’t flinch, no wide eyes.
Goodbye, goodbye,
Hello, hello,
Goodbye, goodbye,
Again, it’s so.
Two, is the Nr. years
lost in the shadow’s mark,
Wondering how to fix things back
Two, is the Nr. Degrees hotter,
I proceeded to spark.
So now, I don’t flinch or lose control,
When it takes its toll,
When it’s time to go,
I’ll be home,
In my heart.
In my zone, where I restart.
The thought hit me, clear as light,
I’ve died a thousand times
I stood the fight.
Every birthmark, a tale etched deep,
Every birthday, a victory I keep.
You are needy, you crave, you yearn,
You are possessive,
you want it with every turn.
You’re passionate, firey, dont stop the burn
You are loving, lifting hearts higher.
You receive with arms open wide,
Be proud of the obsession, don’t hide.
You are me, why fight?
One day all this will fade and pass,
This is now, your moment to amass.
This is you, you are here, alive,
Cleopatra reigned, in her prime, she thrived.
Now it’s you, your time, your light,
Living here, before the night.
Thérèse once stood here free to fight
Now it’s you and your dreams
Everything is happening through you for you with you, as you are witnessing Gods gifts
“What’s in it for me?”
A question I’d never foresee,
But now it’s clear to see,
This world will bleed you dry,
If you fail to ask those five.
Make sure we’re not just wasting time,
Make sure I’ve reached the sacred line,
Hell yeah, give me the map to the hymen
I’ve said hello, I’ve said goodbye,
Let’s make this life not pass us by.
No sad pile, but joy, let’s unwind
Is it a lonely ride?
One sec, we’ll change the vibe.
As everything I’ve prayed for
now unfolds before my eyes,
As everyone I’ve cut ties from
taught me I was the prize.
As only me and God rise
through these droughts and trials
I wonder, do we look alike?
Gods Grace 🙏🏾
Instinctively, I know the game of chess,
Playing my role in this hunger quest.
Some say “checkmate” first,
I’m the late bloomer guest,
Steadily building my little nest.
By God’s grace and Grandma’s rest,
And for sure, the air I breathe is my witness.
I play my part here and there,
Watch the magic stars descend,
Take notes, reassess,
But never relent.
Rockstar pose, wanting the best,
..but never without zest
But one day she’ll leave this earthly spot.
When she shuts her eyes,
starting the process of glimpsing inward
she’ll clearly see,
The mornings fresh dew
In the Norderplantsoen
She’ll recall the thousand grabs in Bali’s air,
She’ll then dwell on her first love’s sweet, awkward stare.
Days she yelled for him to stop the gazing flare
Oh and the gazebo,
Were they stood under at night.
She’ll remember days of dreaming bright,
Of futures shaped in hopeful light.
She’ll remember crafting her own fate,
From life’s ordained mistreat’s,
Searching for the good and great,
Continental debates ..
And maybe she’ll remember too,
The one who’s reading this, that’s you.