I choose to go by the name @easylifestlyle not because of the way it sounds but because of the passion and the love of life. Am a blogger, still growing in the midst of mighty bloggers and observing the

Too short to live, such is the life of a ratchet dog, hunted for meat for at last it ends up in the pot, the happiness of a man brings comfort to himself, for the glowing nature of all things can’t decide

Life itself is like a fallen bridge, mended by the love for destiny, honesty bedridden by greed, no life to draw from nature for it been taken away, but still we stand to be strong, looking and learning

A dirt in the mud spilled on a white garment of a true saint, never wishedbto be wronged, but played like a ball in a tennis court,it stiches the fate of tomorow with hope of resurection,that get a journey

It a legendary route to sought for wisdom, a call of humanity to be a saviour to the needy, for the little we have was given from somewhere, and that the life we face in a savaged land of solitude, the

Man made the impossible, man left the the world to become he jungle we live in, man brought catastrophe to nature now man wants to correct their mistakes, waking up nowadays you don't know what season

i want to use this opportunity to thank @surpassinggoogle for giving us this platform to express ourselves, were everyone is a celebrity. He really is a nice man, one of the best men i have met on steemit,

I sat at my front yard with the fall of the dark clouds, staring at the dazzling light of the stars, a smiling glamour in my perspective. I could only think of nothing but remember the good memories i

It all filtered it entrance into my ear, just like a rainy storm about to sound it drum, but unsure of it next move from the sky. My eyes has seen the glorious, risen and fallen for their might was not

Family an epitome of joy

He went to jail to pay for his sins, hoping it could change the life of a tiger he became, to be away from the errors of the past, hoping that he could be given a second chance to fulfill himself, hoping

Silently the wind blows, peacefully calming my nerves to the reality of my existence, giving time for the passing away of fear in me, the birds singing songs and being joined by the insects to lift the

Only the bird knows it next destination, only the wind could decide where it next trip would be to, on the sands of the earth could recall the last thing that stepped on it, on the the mind can calculate

I have walked in sin, lived a life of sin, deep down to my flesh for am not worthy to mention the name of he that saved me, a companion in the dark, tried to be deemed by me but impossible due to the nature

The sea could be deep, stared by the sky day and night also watered by the rain and given a chance of existence, same as we are human we deserve a chance to live, and be showed with love by our kind, not

A cry not enough to show, my pride in a locked cage of doubts. could this be me, a tough man grieved by neglection, i do my best to the happiness of the people around me, but my efforts all brought down

Waking up in the morning, brightened with the sound of the birds , wishing for the best and praying my day goes well , Never expected to feel so bad , so careless though . Today is so tough and hard for

Life stories can be change, just like the way the sun exchanges batons with the moon, dint look down on yourself be strong and believe that you can and delete the I can't ideology . The sun could shine

The world is changing from what we used to know to what we want to know, many vices found in the people of today. I hope for a day the children of Syria shall wake up to the sound of chirping birds and

I went away, regretting my life and what I did to make him angry, look at me, see me , I made him turn away from being the good he was to what? The heart, the source of life when fallen, could break the