As I stare at the sea
There goes my Sorrows
Such serenity isn't transient
The sea with it constant roar
Ignites in us that passion
A burning desire
Truly, flames can be quelled with water
Plumes of smoke ever present
Leaving behind ashes to be blown away.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 3:19 AM UTC
Does true love exist!
If it does, does it die.
Does it truly end.
What if anything can lead to the ebbing away of that which we truly treasure.
What would that be?
This is the million dollar question!
If you knew what it is.
How do you come back from it?
This I would truly desire to know
To learn not to walk on egg shells
If anything, life is to be lived to it's potential.
Sitting back, second guessing does no one any good.
Love is kind and gracious.
It has no harm intent
So why do we feel hurt and harmed in the hand of our loved ones.
How do we live each moment in love without all the fears.
Is to leave another to love them.
What about true love.
Unending love that promises to endure
Truly, I have lived and seen what true love is about
It loves without judgement.
It encourages and supports the other.
True love truly can be unending.
It's the meshing of all to abound in beauty.
We are certainly fallible
We fall short many a times
We wrong and hurt those we love
But do we truly mean to do it.
Do we set out with intentions to continually harm those we love.
Certainly we don't, unless, we don't mean to love
I love with my heart.
It often hurts not being clear about it
I know I can love with my actions.
I have loved and felt the hurt of love taken away.
In hindsight guilt envelops
Through out omission or neglect.
We've ravaged a heart that we once loved.
I believe in true unending love.
The kind of love that endures
To persevere is to win
We truly want to love with no conditions
Love that warms the heart
It feels good to be loved and to love
I have loved you and that made me whole
Fighting for this love is what I choose to do.
True love reigns supreme
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
The devil comes to steal.
He works in mysterious ways!
He is a taker of life.
He comes without warning
His arrival is never known
The pain of a life lost he know not!
Why does he pounce unexpectedly
Leaving no time to prepare
It might be gradual
Adding to the pain and helplessness
Or sudden where we expect not
Why does he take what he hasn't given
He is a thief, robbing and sapping the joy out of us
He is undeserving of anything yet leaves us devoid
The misery of the loss unbearable
No love spared but the cultivation of hate.
With a heavy heart, we mourn the loss
A visionary taken from us
Our lives will never be the same
We have a legacy to pass on
To inspire the progeny
To dream of a future with no bounds
The future of Wakanda, not a forgotten empire
It is the the rebirth of a new nation under one flag.
Long live Chadwick and a dream fulfilled!
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
Life's full of them
Appointments, mis-appointment and disappointments
They all evoke a myriad of emotions
No wonder, to be human is to be frustrated
Therefore, humans can be termed frustrated beings
Most often than not we're gloom and doom filled
The welling up of frustration and anger mount
Erupting and consuming us with rage and loathsomeness
Why be captives of our frustrated beings
Why not reach out
Damp the frustration and be as free as birds
Though we all can't be Eagles
Salvation is never far away
If you chose to see it, then, you can seize it.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 7:51 AM UTC
A day for heroes
Whose blood was shed
The land enriched for progeny
Inspiring a prosperous life
Filled with hopes and dreams
To cast aside our worries due to their sacrificial offering
Their persistence paved the way
We owe it to them
Lest we forget the contributions made
To respectfully offer ourselves
Choosing not to mourn
Celebrating the lives well lived and sacrificed
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
The emergence of the concrete jungle
Epitomises the barrenness of life
Embodied by the disconnect from self
Back pedalling from the core
Whence it all began
A land filled with history beyond measure
Characteristic of the richness espoused by kings and queens
Manifested in the wealth of the gold and diamonds
Sacrificed for our progeny
How we seldom relish in the lushness of the land
Where the spirit dwell in the people
Choosing to toil into bare existence
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Deep within is a roaring volcano
On the verge of eruption
The turmoil that one endures
The reealness from oneness with dislike
A willingness to protest for that which is right
Humanity must never be set as sunder
Let thy courage be the guide
Lead you not astray
We must recollect
Reignite the bond that must have been lost
We will encounter defeats but not falter
Neither accept defeat
In the darkest place can come the golden egg.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:32 AM UTC
It's so prevalent
No day passes without a mention
Be it a Devine prophesy
The apocalyptic revelation
To be human is to war
The unfortunate experience of battles Unknown
Thoughts that occupy our inner minds
The traumas of war are real
Are there winners in any war!
It's clear that there are victims everywhere
A distraught progeny
Desensitised through their experiences
Dispossessed of their inheritance
Disposition end from what they hold dearly
Living a nomadic existence
Despised whererever they go
Disintegrated from society
Due to a fear of the Unknown
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
With its roots embedded in the ground
The plant gains its vitality
Nourishments painstakingly climbs
Reaching its peak
The blossoming of the flowers
With the canopy shouting out loud
Aren't we all just trees
Rooted yet not literally grounded
Trading the rugged roads
With occasional stumbles
Refusing to fall.
We know the ground too well
It's where we came from
As we shine
Lest we forget what it means to us
Big power has took hold again
Lies paraded as half truth
Discernment has been lost in the process
Theirs hearts opened up to manipulation
Hatred fills their hearts
Through long standing acquiescent norm
Arise from the slumber
Power abhore vacuum
Greatness shall thrive in goodness
Lest we forget the root
It never ceases to bring wonder
To those who chose to stand their ground
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
23 Year have passed
Since your life was cut short
Each and every one a painful reminder
Though filled with hate
It teaches us to treasure
The life cut short
Despicable as it may seem
We still have to live
Asking the unanswered question
Wont you speak to us
There is never justice for the dead
Their quietness never provides the answer
Its never how but why?
Take a life you didn't create
Even if you created it you still have no right to take away
We vehemently condemn such acts
Silence is only but a crime
It is a luxury that many cocoon themselves with
Choosing guilt over shame
But is there shame in speaking out
Difference doesn't constitute death
The Stephens, The Trayvon, The Sobczak
Who will be next?
Is it me? Is it you
who KNows
Hate has no safety net
We ought to stand up against oppression
no BLooD is worth spilling
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC