Breadfruit Love I am your breadfruit tree, I will feed and nourish you, I will make sure to look after you, and there'll be no one but you. From shore to shore I will take you, No leaks in the boat I make for you, boil my hair and I will cure you, give my heart and my love to you. Like a tower I will gaurd you, no storm shall disturb you, deep roots that will anchor you, keep you safe and protect you. For there is nothing I would not do, so my all I will give to you.
Author: Simone
Loves to tell and hear untold stories about people, places and experiences!
Waiting to be Chosen
Do you see her over there sitting still feet tapping away? He is waiting to be chosen. Do you see her on her knees bleeding, she has been in that same spot all her life trying to earn some love, seeking someone to pat her on the head and say, “well done.” She is well trained to wait, wait to be chosen. They struggle to get up but are weighed down by the voices of their critics and the mountain of self-doubt that has blocked their progress. They both will remain where they are if they never cast off the chain of subjugation and stop waiting for the grudging approval of those they love or loathe, those they fear or envy. The ball is in their court but they do not have the vision to see that it is.
They at some point will realise that being liked is not all that great, because it has meant they have been left empty by marauding figures fronting as their friends. You see they had never taken the time to just be by themselves and think things through. They had always felt out of breath from the seemingly constant need to catch up. But they never could, they never did. They never could! They were chasing something that never was. While they chase time they missed out on their present. They thought chasing would take them to their dreams but they forget to count the moments right in front of them. So while they cleared a space to put those they felt belonged they had pushed themselves out and they could not return, the space was now too crowded and no one would let them in, again.
Now they stand on the edge looking in, while all around them fertile soil go to waste because they never realised they could start again, wiser than they were yesterday. What they do instead, is work harder to get admitted again, but the danger is that they make it easier for more faults to be found and the entry requirements do get longer. The sad thing is that they wanted to shower all their love on those who are careless with this love but they never spare any time to really like themselves. SO they languish in the waiting room trying to earn that spot when all they had to do was to choose themselves instead of waiting to be chosen.
Talk About Sacrifice
Talk About Sacrifice Let's talk about sacrifice... would you give someone your meal if you are hungry but he is waiting on your leftovers? Would you walk with someone in the rain ten miles out of your way because you have an umbrella and they do not? Would you give up your favourite thing after waiting so long for it because someone needed it more? Would you comfort someone desperate for a soft touch even though you have been hardened by life. Could you be a source of light though you do not shine the brightest and don't know how to do so in the slightest even when you try. Can you be that hope to someone whose hope has been held capture though your own has been enslaved. would you be a pelican, spread your wings, not onyl for your flight but for that one with a broken wing? Could you? would you? Can you ever make a sacrifice?
I Want To
I want To I want to write about soaring through the air landing here there and everyhere I want to grab my dreams and ride them reel by real. I want to stand on the shoulder of God and think it not odd to feel Him nod, "Yes my child you did it!" I want to untie all the lies that have kept me from my flight to spread my wings. I want to show my muscles so you can say, "look at her tough humble beautiful, don't mess with her!" I want to gather to myself all manuscripts collecting dust on my shelf and travel through their pages. I want so much just beyond my fingertips
A Gift to Myself
A Gift to Myself I gift to myself is a word of advice - a bit of treasure to be precise: to never get trapped by the ills of good intent- Don't get me wrong I condemn no one, I just feel I need to stop the free flow of heartache that bleeds. I will instead take my time, dust off and again begin the climb...
Drift Away
Drift Away If I sit long enough I will drift away carried along as night comes to replace the day. I have worked hard done my best jumped all hurdles and passed all tests. So here I will stay until I drift away.
A Lazy Afternoon
A Lazy Afternoon I sit at ease alert to all that is at play. The bees are busy beesing as a lizard jumps from tree to tree. In the distance music feeds the soul and a way off a broom sweeps your troubles away. Then, a laugh here a slap there reminds you to keep in line, while ants continue their march to ensure life is lived. To revive those who drift off a sharp crow or two attacks the unsuspecting victims. Now giant towers roam the sky serenaded by swirling birds offer the promise of much needed purification, while the breeze strokes every inch of skin it can reach whispering sweet lullabies. Nothing is out of step each occupies its space fully part of life's tapestry, on this lazy afternoon.
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