In a crazy world,
The only hope is God.
Unthinkable things happening,
Morals disappearing.
People acting like animals,
So then I wonder what role the animals will actually play,
I wonder if life will exist 50 years from now,
We're polluted!
Our minds are dirtened,and we embrace them like that.
Peace will never prevail until the art of love is learnt.

I believe in GOD
And I praise Him!
His greatness can not be understood.
No matter where life takes me my hope lies in Him alone.
I'm hopeless without His grace and mercies.
I thank Him daily because He's worthy of all the praise.
There's no one like Jesus Christ.

Thought it was the answer to my prayer,
I saw it,and started to like its short term effects but it faded.
Only then did I realise that it was just a mirage.
A reflection of my desire which I could see but not seize.
Indeed it was just a mirage..
The reflection of my miracle..how deep!
Maybe to test my reaction when I have it or to show me that there's something better.,
But it seemed so real,it was just a mirage though.

The wind is blowing tirelessly,
Delicate flowers are falling,
Branches are all shaking vigorously,
And I learn something from them,
No matter how hard the wind may blow,
They only move,
They don't change their shapes and colours,
The flowers may fall but at some point they allow the same wind to blow them into the sky and make them fly.
So I learn that situations shouldn't change who we are,
We only need to adjust our attitudes,
Struggles are there to make you a victor,
Like the flower being made to fly by what brought it down,
You let your struggles elevate you.

Thirty years ago on this day,
You vowed to be together forever.
When  I  think  of wedding vows and look around , I find the vows to have lost   their true meaning.
People are rarely together forever.
If  not  for  this  day I'd  have  lost  all  hope in  "together forever".
Real  love  is  beyond sweet names and showing off,
 It  shines behind  closed  doors where  no  one  is  there to  watch not  just  in  public.
Real lasting love is in friendship, understanding,
respect and not fear.
Its rooted in the spirit Its roots are grounded in its creator LOVE himself : GOD

She won't let a thing pass her by,
Without wanting to have a touch.
To save herself she has to lie.
Daily she has a new catch,
Getting from others without asking,
More like trouble seeking.
But it seems her hands are out of control,
Her conscience no longer plays its role,
She's a slave to unsatisfaction,
She wants to have it all even without need.
Diagnosed but its no disease.
Her heart can be fixed and finally be at ease.

As time goes by we realise that only a few things matter in life. We realise that being liked by everyone is not possible so its not something to take as an ambition,we come to learn that trends are just trends.  And that self love is not selfishness,
Its something we all deserve.

Eyes gentle and not crooked,
Lips sealed in truth and not bitterness,
Heart kind and loving,
Mind intelligent and wise.
Body confident and joyful.
Its beauty,it starts from the mind.

Squeezed by society,
But not getting crushed.
Morals tested and despised,
Not appreciated,but degraded.
Deeply perplexed by nowadays,
But not in despair.
Therefore do not lose heart.
Nor grow weary of doing good.

Always be hopeful of what's to come.

So many writings and descriptions of it,yet no satisfaction..
Verbally its undefined..
Its something to live out,
Its only true when lived.

Bold and beautifully painted,
Lovingly created,
Artistically put together,
Coloured with loving thoughts.
K**eenly complete.

Conception occurred when you realised your dream,
Its now living in you,you carry it.
Carry it well and carefully.
Keep it away from toxins that come through distractive vices,
Before success is delivered,
Labour must be undergone,the labour is the road through which winners must pass.. Its the tests of strength and character. Its the hard learnt lessons.Its the purifying furnace.
It only burns,never kills.Might leave scars but that's good because every scar you earn is a tattoo for your history.

TRUST
                Hard to build,
         Easy to break.
    well I bring a new proposal,
How about we start trusting people like people?
Like not expecting perfection,
   Like trusting but giving space,
The way we trust is a burden.
   We give people superior expectations,
               Trust in such a way that you realise you're trusting a human being . And that human being may fall short of your expectations,trust is real in love,in love trust is knowing that someone may not be perfect but still trust them because you love them and they're worth it.

Don't force things,life has a way of making things work. What's meant to be will be,whenever,wherever,however.

Its not selfishness,
Its self recognition,
Self respect and self worth.
Loving yourself is the first step to loving someone else genuinely,
How can you love someone if you don't love yourself?you're the only person whose thoughts you know and if you can't love that person,how do you love the next person?besides you can't give what you don't have. Love yourself.Not to be selfish but to realise yourself and what you can offer.

The place to which you escape.
Sometimes our refuge is what we actually have to escape from.
So many things bring pleasure that is short lived,trying to escape reality is not ideal. We live in reality and escaping it is an impossibility.
How about we accept what we can't change and see light through some darkness?even when it hurts,take it as an exercise to strengthen your soul.its not easy but its always worthwhile.Hearts break but still pump blood,if you're not dead then there's hope.

I give God the glory
For all my victory.
Because without God,its the end of my story.

Jesus Christ;
              Faith and peace,
        Selflessness and purity,
      Understanding and gentle.
Beautiful in soul non judgemental,
         All wrapped up in love.
            In a nutshell
                He Looks like
                    Love.

I'd be on a home book shelf,
Yearning to be read,
Yet failing to open myself..
In colour I'd be blue and red.
Hand written in cursive,
Containing an inspirational story.
And some poetry quite exclusive,
And the hope of glory.

  I'd be a manuscript...
    Incomplete.
     Yet to have my final touches.
Hoping my dreams don't burn to ashes,
      And my author publishes me,
       To teach and inspire,
         To bring forth glee
           Be placed in a library,
              And build an empire.
If I were a book,
I'd still have dreams...
If I were a book,
I'd still dream my dreams.

Life is cold,
Oh maybe life isn't cold.
We people are,
Making life miserable for each other.
Hating and not accepting that we were meant to love not hate.
Hate just hurts,its no good feeling.
It brings us misery and lures us into thinking its strength.
Getting rid of human life so fast!like it didn't take a process to be born. Life is sadder these days,
The news is so energy sapping.
Its hopeless,the only hope is love.
Love,accept,respect,judge less.

I sat at my bench outside,
And a thought dawned upon me.
One I thought would write me some poetry,
So on it I decided to reside.
My face was hit by a cool breeze,
For some reason it put my heart at ease.
The wind moved gently on every inch of me,
My mind felt free,
And my spirit at peace.
Leaves dancing to the rhythm of the wind,
And birds singing songs .
Nature is beautiful,
Its innocence is hopeful,
And its glow tasteful.

The difference between right and wrong is clear,
One is right,
The other is wrong so it has to be left.
The similarity is that both right and wrong are true,
Its either its right or its wrong.
Scaling whether something is right or wrong is quite easy,
Just dig deep within yourself and the answer lies just there.
Judging right or wrong by societal opinions is like walking into a ditch of fire.

No matter what you've been through,
Or what you're going through,
You're deeply loved and you deserve love.
Many may have broken your heart,
But as long as you're still breathing,
It means you survived,you're a fighter and you're a winner.
Heartbreaks hurt,but they don't ****... They make you stronger.
We need to grow stronger in order to strengthen others,so when your heart breaks and you survive,learn from it and teach it.
You're deeply loved and you deserve love.
If you give up on love you're depriving someone of the great love you're capable of offering having learnt through your experiences.

Gather up your values,
Embrace them gracefully,
Being of integrity nowadays is news
But its still duty.
Any opportunity to be wise,
Hold on to it,
Its hard to rise,
But it just has to be.
Worthy things don't come easy.
Only the few brave choose integrity.
Choose it
Its worthwhile.

INTEGRITY
The key to a good womans heart,
One who possesses it is one of a kind,
Its not a tough art,
Its the state of mind.
A decision to be of value,
And to inspire.
To choose God over you,
To live for real before you expire.
Integrity is the best way to live and to love genuinely,
Its something you attain willingly.
Its that easy.

The body rarely appreciates,
So however we treat it,
Eventually it depreciates.
The soul,
If we give to it,
Will grow,
Its glow is eternal.
Beautify the soul,
They way you would the body and even more,
Afterall its the inside that reflects on the outside.

Broken hearts were once whole,
There's always a hero,
To do the mending,
And a "villain" to do the breaking.
No one wants theirs broken,
But when you decide to love,you leave it in the open.
You give up your guard,
And lay it into someone elses hand,
Well sacrifice is what makes love love.

Without God life is hopeless,
For what is there to really live for?
If not created by God then what's your lifes goal?
Breathing yes but purposeless,
For what can be created without use?nothing, yes!.
Or what can exist without being created and actually have use?
Nothing of use.
All of life is like a book,
You are a character,
But with free will,written by the greatest author.
You're not trapped like a fish on a hook,
You choose your way,
But the storys already written,
No matter how you go astray,
His will can never be beaten.

Life without passion *****!
Its ideal to have something to give us the sparks,
Something to enliven us,
Even when it seems dangerous,
Passion is a driver,
Take your seat as a passenger,
No matter how many times we feel passionless,
There are those good days when we feel so full of passion and life feels painless,
Those are the times to seize the passion,
Because passion gives hope,
Something to live for.

Creation is to purpose,
As evolution is to inconvenience.

An artist creates art to speak.
The earth is art,
And all in it.

The stars in their right places,
Flowers well coloured,
The moon on point.

Its the greatest of all works of art
Filled with perfection,
And all stories in it.

Its speaks of nature,
And its beauty.

It is inside.
The physical aspect is a mirage,
Its not real,it changes.
It doesn't say the truth,
It doesn't reveal the actual person.
It is a cover for the main thing.
It is not meant to be discriminated against or judged,
Its there to protect what's inside.
Judging someone by their cover isn't fair enough.
Beneath that cover is a story you never thought would exist.
When it comes to love,
That cover must be taken off to reveal the actual gift.
The real being love is acting on.
To love with eyes beyond the cover is supernatural.
It is a possibility.
They say men are visual creatures,
So they fall for what they see,
But that doesn't mean love starts from there.
Love begins when the cover is withdrawn and the actual being is seen.
Love happens when we see through that cover and connect with what's inside.
Connection with what's inside breeds freedom,companionship and real love.
Beauty of the inside is what makes love love.
Its what falls in love and is fallen in love with.
Love is such a beautiful thing,so sacred it can only last when the souls love each other. As for the bodies,they may like each other but not for long.. If the souls connect with love,then the bodies get along.

Write ten words and feel they don't make sense,
The mind feels dense,
Ideas seem to not flow as they should,
Its like they use the wrong road.
Catching inspiration is no longer the cure,
Perhaps its about just writing,no matter how imperfect....
?

How you love me Lord,
I can't explain,
I love you but my life isn't enough evidence Lord,
Be the centre of my life,
I want to love you as much as I did when I first received you oh Lord,
Awaken my zeal for your word,
Make me thirst for your presence Lord,
I'm empty without you,
I'm lost and I'm nothing Lord,
Jesus be in my heart,
Rekindle our relationship.
You're the only lover I have Lord,
Thank you for loving me despite my faults.

While sin enslaves,
Jesus Christ saves,
Why carry around the burdain,
When Christ is willing to carry it for you,for your own gain?
Look,we all fall short of His glory,
We cease to become holy,
But His redemption is always available,
Getting over sins guilt is hard,but its do-able,
Wipe clean your conscience with Christs love,
Not that you'll be as innocent as a dove,
But that your soul will be at peace.
God is a great and forgiving God,He's the reason for this piece.
Jesus Christ saves.

To nature;its a fact..
To humans;its an opinion..

It is the bitterness of failure that makes success' sweetness.

Smiling through pain,
Is like dancing through the rain.
It relieves the heart,
No matter what's tearing you apart,
It makes a difference,
Makes us stronger and a point of reference,
It enables us to inspire,
Even in times when we feel like we're about to expire.

It
  Is
    Well.
Its
   All
      Good.
These are not statements to use in order to live in denial of reality,
They're words to strengthen your heart when feeling hopeless..
It is well,

Sharp pain,
For days,
Leading me to say no to nail biting!
Hurts without stopping,
Sleeping helps,
Pain killers,...not really.
Excruciating pain from a tiny thing,
Take caution,
Stop biting your nails.

Inspiration is like a jackpot,
It just hits you,
It takes over your mind for a moment,it leaves no spot,
It immediately gives you the courage to pursue,
Then when you give it a thought,
You realise it won't be an easy route,
But you still take it,
Because its always worth it.

No one is born great,
Its not even a matter of fate,
Greatness is a chosen route,
A seed to plant,that eventually bears fruit.
No blood is royal,
Anyone can be queen or king,
All that's needed is toil!
With just a little more effort and believing.
Many take dreams as folly,
But the wise understand that dreams do bring glory,
They don't become reality from without,
They become reality from action,and lack of doubt.
Believe once,
And watch where that takes you;you won't bounce.

So many keys to success!
You just have to be at the right door,
There's a bunch of options;just don't be careless,
You might drop your key to floor,
And fail to recover it,
So many keys but specific,
Each individual has their door and key of breakthrough

When you don't get in touch with your inner self,
You lose touch of yourself.

Hoping for an unseen future,
Is easier than dwelling on an already gone past,
Fear,discouragement,failure;
Are a must..
Each like a pathway,
Either you use them,
Or they wear you out,
One day,
You'll have your breakthrough,
Stay focused.

The land of raw beauty,
Not entirely peaceful,
But I still have hope that one day unity will be treated as a duty,
For this land,I'll forever remain indebted to say "I'm grateful",
So many names are thrown upon this place,
But only the blind believe what they've heard about a thing even without seeing its face,
Dark continent???
Well black is beautiful,
It portrays strength,power,hardwork, toughness,
Though others bleach out of their complexions,they don't understand they contain pricelessness.
If only all could see what I see,
If all great dreams could come to be,
If only we all could just believe in what we had,
Including love,
Greatness would be attained,
Been robbed and taken advantage of,
In the name of innocence,
The innocence I call foolishness and illeteracy,
That's old stuff,shouldn't be the case.
My mind can't stumble upon even just one idea to change history,
But its got plenty to change the future.
If life is hope,I believe hope is life.

State of unconsciousness,
Leads the mind to places,
Excruciating pain ceases,
Except when you wake.
Peace of mind comes with it.

To make them better people,
So they can learn and then teach,
So they can offer comfort and healing to the hurt.
So they remember that they're not above all else because they're good people,
So that they realise that no one is immune to lifes battles,
But winning is optional.
And so they can talk about it,testify and change a life.

Be an individual,
Make your own choices,
Create your own beauty,
Don't let anyone determine who you are,
Do it for yourself.
Beauty is everywhere if you ask me,
But TRUE BEAUTY;the real deal,
The ideal kind,
Is not everywhere,
Its ignored,simply because its not easy to attain
True beauty is knowing who you are,
Defining yourself,accepting yourself and loving yourself.
Being loved by the whole world at the expense of your own dignity is NOTHING close to being beautiful.
Be who you really are,love yourself before you start searching for love,only then will you know by which standards to actually live.

She realised inspiration was all around her,
She could change her hand writing like a chameleon would his colour,
Her thoughful mind had so much to say,
Not through her mouth but her fingers per se,
When faced with challenges,
She'd create pages,
Pages of words of encouragement,
She chose poetry because it was one of the things she did with so much ease and without worry of being wrong,
So she chose poetry.