Battle scars

Battle Scars

Your battle scars 
say who you are.
Have none?
Then you have not learned 
a thing worth learning.
Or perhaps, 
you try to hide them.
Ashamed with a sense of disgrace
that you were bested.
Fear not,
though your scars are alot
they are your testimonies 
that you survived,
they anoint your flesh
reminding you of the tests
that have made you your best
in a world where sorrow
obscures many a tomorrows.
So wear them proudly,
They your purple hearts.

Dream Seeds

Dream Seeds

What do you see
when you look ahead of you?
Do you see all the problems
or possibilities?
Do you see famine
ot the harvest to come
do you see bread
or the millions
that from your seeds
who will be fed.
DO you see a fallen forest
destroyed by hate and those depraved
or the potential of another forest
bursting out of your heard?
What do you see
within yourself?
DO you see a dead end
or the solution to a problem?
Are you afraid 
that you will not make it?
Or are you building a bridge
on the strength of your dream seeds?

Without a Source

A country without a source
has all the potential
but little vision.
It struggles with the little it sees
while being taunted by the much it holds.
Never to know the richness of its riches
only to see the gutter in which
it strove and stroked out of.
Twisted by circumstances
to always look back
lost in forget me nots
broken promise.
Lost in a dream
without a source.

The Enemy Success

The Enemy Success 

Success whispers in your ear - 
"you have arrived
for awhile let's rest here".
We sit and bask in what we have achieved
and never realise we are being decieved
because we cannot see
what else from within ourselves we can retrieve.
We begin to think - 
"there is nothing better in this world
than what we have now.
and we allow
complacency to take reign
and suffer the pain,
of the wasted years
when we settled for less, 
instead of giving more than our best.
If only we believed
there was more to achieve than the present fame
which fades under the pressure of 
misguided vain.

Child of the Light

Child of the Light

I am a child of the light
that's lost its way
and now
I am trying to swim back to my source.
No matter what
I will not be swayed
by the changing times.
I will stand my ground
fight ugly on this mound
and get my light 
from where darkness abounds. 

I am a child of the light
so I must shine bright
for others too are lost
and they must be found.
They too must make it back
to the place where there is no lack 
and happiness and laughter abound.

Courage Counts

Courage Counts

Everyday to the grave
go obscure great men and women.
Weighed down by fear and timidity
their greatness buried
before their bones hit dirt.
The shadows lament
untried dreams 
and aborted first attempts.
like a seed yet to germinate
their potential lay asleep
for more than half a century
never to be woken with the kiss
of consent.
Paralysed by all the what ifs
they never knew
the joy to rise from the ashes.
And so they remained as if
they never were.
And truly they and all they were
remain frozen at a forgotten cliff.

No Excuses

No Excuses

Are you at the edge
trying to get into the healing pool?
You have tried to tip over
But there remained unmoved.
Have angels stired the waters for you
to make then holy?
But still felt trapped by your circumstance?
I am sure you have wondered 
why you must linger
and suffer while everyone else jumps in
before you.

Did you try rolling over?
Try getting closer
one inch at a time each day?
Or are you stuck with your excuses
that block your blessings
stops you from making it in?
Has time been robbed from you
because you hesitate?

Do not fear
take up your bed and be of good cheer.
You will be restored and realigned.
You will get back your time.