Love's Piece of Mind what yuh doing man yuh think you have time to just be wasting in waiting? yuh think I will stick around hoping yuh come to your senses? cho man that cannot work no sah! so let me tell you is decision time. what will you do to make sure I stay with you?
Tag: thinking out loud
We Must Mourn
We Must Mourn We who have suffered a great great lot CRY OUT. For we must mourn. We who have lost our innocence because hate was stronger than love war brought more pleasure than war and because lives became a commodity, so we must mourn. We must hold hands lay down selfish plans gather the ashes of burnt dreams stunted growth and the souls of loved ones gone... and mourn For all those lost we must - call their names pure our voices pour our love as libations to show we are still humans and we must mourn. We must mourn and then when we are done we must get up hands clasped tightly, and fight.
Shall I Pour into Me
Shall I Pour into Me? yuh eva feel like seh the way how yuh dry not even a river can quench yuh thirst? draw from my well that never run dry when yuh try plant something and the grung so tough every tool you use end up inna the bin? draw from my well that never run dry yuh eva try to figure out how to dig a well so deep when a pure rock anda yuh feet? draw from my well that never run dry maybe some senna leaf rhubarb root to loosen tings up mek things flow the right way? Well anyway I will find my remedy.
That Day S.G That day I woke up and the sun was shining and all was right with the world. It was an ordinary day just another day... That day I laughed ate and played just like any other day... Then my world stopped that day I was faced with death that day my world shifted off Centre and has never realigned... Now doom is everywhere Father time smiles no more and I can hear no longer my own childish laughter nor feel the beat of the wonder of young bloom. In my web of doubt I am caught and choke at my own uncertainties... That day not long ago when you left me you took a small bit of my soul...
What is Required of You
At a time such as this many people search for relieve. A relieve from constant bad news, death, misery and the threats of things seen and unseen. There is no end to the quest for relieve. However, finding such relieve seems to be more impossible as each day goes by. No matter what you do or how good you think you are trouble finds you. Now, this trouble comes in many forms and you get overwhelmed and run scared.
In your flight maybe all reason escapes and you start making bad choices, you start doubting yourself, God and every single person you know.
And what does the Lord require of you
But to do justly,
To love mercy,
And to walk humbly with your God?
As you seek to outrun your thoughts, fears and bad choices you become lame and get slower and slower, until your feet give out and one day you and your burdens fall to the ground.
What to do then?
Stop running. Let us stop running. We can never out run the problems around us and the problems we have.
We need to stop and realize that everyone has problems, we all have burdens we carry, the only thing is that some may seem lighter than others. Is it possible to support each other, bear each other up? If there is a need we are more than capable of bearing each other up. If we can mange it, why have we abandoned the cause to simply be kind, spare a thought for someone else’s suffering and not just our own. Even if we get annoyed with others, we can’t take out our frustrations on them. We have to resist the urge to lash out, judge and condemn. We have to dig deep even while we carry our individual burdens to be fair to those around us.
Can it be done, knowing how we can be? It can be done, but it takes a constant struggle of doing what is required of us and not what we feel like doing just because.
The Cost of Loss
The Cost of Loss The cost of loss each time is a little pound of flesh messy yes but cannot be helped because it is a price paid forward. Each tear you shed a shred of glass that makes a trench for the blood you sweat. With each small departure a little more of you goes. They say it be better to have loved and lost but what price must you pay. If that love should go you are bound to lose your way. And if you face constant loss what is the better then? pretty words are easy to write until you are challenged by them. Should I build myself an island and build a fortress for my heart? Should I abandon all hope to catch the love dart? If I fortify myself good enough can I save myself from harm from loss? When I think of how it eats at me how each one grieves me I cannot catch a breath. Yet there I go letting down my defenses So loss can breach my walls.
Missed Whether 6 or 88 There is no time or date when you will not be missed. "she lived a full life, why sad?" Yes, she did. But does it mean she will not be missed? Does it mean I still cannot hear her laugh remember her jokes keep her in my heart? Does it mean that a sudden memory does not attack knocking me down making my steps unsteady? She who remain larger than life her beauty and grace sets the pace I must walk. That her words do not light my path her voice a symphony of youth eternal immortalized by the memory of her handed down through time immemorial. "She lived a full life" But now she is gone She will rise no more in this earthly dawn. She will no longer play her parts No stops and starts with passion and fire. Now she is gone and will be missed. No, can I kiss her papery lips? She is gone. Allow me to mourn her loss - in my way - because she will be missed...