tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27346815379733535602024-03-08T21:16:32.978+00:00Screaming Silence...Reasons to ReasonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-63312439761762273902011-07-02T23:06:00.000+00:002011-07-02T23:07:40.141+00:00My ManHe’s all I ever I wanted, sometimes more<br />My hero, my prince…still my friend<br />He’s strong for me, outside and in<br />My go to guy...still my everyday guy<br />He’s my real man, heart and soul<br />My companion…still my blessing<br />He’s my gift from God, every day I discover more<br />My treasure…a part of my heartbeat<br />He’s my other hand, my earthly help<br />My shoulder…still my truth bearer<br />He’s my good side, true sometimes on my bad<br />My restriction…still my calm<br />He’s my tears, sometimes the reason to my fears<br />My star…still a brightness in all the darkness<br />He’s my man…still and always, My Man.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-66206655141123402002011-07-02T23:05:00.000+00:002011-07-02T23:06:05.618+00:00Prayer for the WorldDear God,<br />The darkness overtakes us, almost consuming us<br />Wickedness surrounds us, the evil seems stronger<br />Truth eludes us, lies seem to support us, this cannot be<br />We are weak and tearing the world apart along with us<br />Sin, so quickly ensnares us, chokes us and drowns us<br />We lose to our enemies who confidently accuse us<br />Who strategically attack us and almost devour us<br />We are stubborn and unyielding even defying <br />Our weakness echoes in our actions<br />Our tears drizzle from all the emotions<br />We are weak inside and out<br />Save us from the wickedness<br />Save us from the evil<br />Save us from us.<br />Amen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-72629153236222737492011-07-02T23:03:00.000+00:002011-07-02T23:04:52.430+00:00I am WomanThey say I’m weak, I have no voice sometimes no choice<br />That I have issues and i make all confused<br />They say I’m slow, sometimes with nowhere to go<br />That there’s no chance I’ll get to the top<br />They think it’s because I am Woman<br /><br />I am Woman <br />They are wrong, I’m strong with a loud voice<br />I’m felt and heard sometimes even feared<br />I’m fast and so ahead and in some races, I’m the head<br />I don’t have chances because they can slip<br />I have opportunities, they only increase<br />I have responsibilities, I must succeed<br /><br />Yes, I am woman<br />What they say can only make me stronger<br />Makes me a problem solver, more powerful than a revolver<br />What they say gives me power…the power to go higher<br />Will, the will to run faster and cause to shout louder<br />I’m here to stay, remember I am WOMANUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-11137047002710057802011-07-02T23:01:00.000+00:002011-07-02T23:03:02.872+00:00The colour of LoveIt’s bright and shines like the sun<br />Yellow maybe red, just take it and run<br />Really to some its lots of fun.<br /><br />Its dark and covers like clouds<br />Black maybe grey in the thick of a crowd<br />To some its been the darkness they have known<br /><br />Its neutral and looks like anything goes<br />White may be cream, just like your foes<br />Always there but almost invisible<br /><br />The colour of love is the colour you choose<br />Be it true to what you feel or what could be real<br />To some it’s a choice and to others a curse<br />Some way, someday your colour comes true<br />And that could be me and you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-78857261195833823352011-07-02T22:59:00.001+00:002011-07-02T23:01:28.151+00:00My HEroHe is my Hero<br />He hasn’t saved me…he can’t save me<br />But I adore him…he is a part of my life<br />He makes me stronger…inside and out<br />He is my hero<br />He is strong…he fights for me<br />He smiles at me…he makes me smile<br />He is my hero<br />He is there for me…he keeps me occupied<br />He makes mistakes…I make mistakes<br />He is my hero<br />He is not my air…but he helps me live<br />He is not my sun…but he brings some shine<br />He is my hero<br />He is someone to want…I want him<br />He is someone to love…I love him<br />He is my hero<br />He wins and he loses…still my hero<br />He laughs and he cries…still my hero<br />He is my hero…you're wondering who he is?<br />He is MY HERO.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-17280476168824280362011-05-30T19:56:00.000+00:002011-05-30T19:57:11.244+00:00Last LetterMy Love, I’m never writing another letter to you <br />Even though my heart and soul have never stopped loving you<br />From today, they will. I will make them<br />I’ve always allowed them to be…to think and to feel, to regret and to wish<br />But no more, I’m taking the power back<br /><br />While my mind still thinks of you, I’ve decided to let you go<br />The new day needs the space to be.<br />My elements need something new see<br />Someone to brighten this diming heart in me<br /><br />I write this in the dark…when the lights come on,<br />I would have no words left, <br />No memories left and no wishes of you left<br />Just a shadow, ever fading, of what could have been<br />And a memory so faint of what was within.<br />Keep Well, my love.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-34498912043101243692011-05-30T19:53:00.003+00:002011-06-01T11:51:48.513+00:00...acceptanceI’m losing my friend to the world; at least it feels like it<br />Now it’s okay to have brief phone calls.. <br />More frequent are the even shorter ones<br />Everyone else seems to get their time just not me<br /><br />I’m losing my friend to the world and most times it makes me sad<br />Maybe it’s because there are friends you never want to lose or <br />maybe it’s because there are friends we think need us.<br /><br />I’m losing my friend to the world…<br />sometimes its just me, sitting here alone. <br />It’s not a matter that any other person can solve <br />but that which only that friend is needed for.<br />I question the meaning or need for any such bond<br />When its purpose and function eludes in the time so wrong<br /><br />I’m losing my friend to the world…<br />I keep silent…nothing happens <br />I speak and it seems to find no solution. <br />I go silent again and it only feels worse. <br />May be its time to come to terms with the fact, <br />I’ve lost my friend to the world.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-74287784274450898002011-05-30T19:46:00.001+00:002011-05-30T19:52:41.247+00:00In BaghdadI’m in Baghdad…<br />The bombs…they blow up…they tear things down<br />The chaos…it raises the dust…<br />I’m walking in it all…the walls collapse around me<br />I seem not to panic…I don’t even move<br /><br />I’m in Baghdad …<br />There’s wailing…tears are pouring<br />From my eyes…despair in my voice<br />But no one can see, no one can hear<br />I’m walking in the turmoil alone<br /><br />I’m in Baghdad …<br />Why is it so calm and yet so thunderous<br />One day its liveable another it’s questionable<br />Sanity suddenly becomes debatable…<br />Is there any surety? Does any of this make sense?<br /><br />I’m in Baghdad …<br />More than often now, I wonder why<br />Not sure if it’s a cause I believe in anymore<br />Why does the “war” continue?<br />Why do we still press on? Is there any winning to this?<br /><br />I’m in Baghdad …<br />Why aren’t I screaming to be recused?<br />May be I am…but no one can hear<br />May be I am but no one can understand<br />May be I took the trip and no one has realised<br />I’m in Baghdad …that’s the one thing I’m sure of.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-30814235245000021492010-12-06T08:13:00.001+00:002010-12-06T08:13:31.682+00:00Is Anyone There?Hello, is this thing working?<br />Is anybody there? <br />Is anyone reading or listening?<br />Does anyone understand where I stand?<br />Does anyone find themselves at the same thought?<br />Does anyone believe what I have written?<br /><br />Hello, is anyone there?<br />Are the words making sense?<br />Are the analogies real?<br />These thoughts, these expressions are they real?<br />Have you felt them? or are you feeling them?<br />Have you lived them? or are you living them?<br /><br />Hello, is there anyone here?<br />Is anyone waiting to see what’s next?<br />Is anyone in doubt of the weight of these lines?<br />Does anyone have an opinion? Or voice to add?<br />Does anyone resent or despise these truths?<br />Does anyone accept or live in these lines?<br />Hello...is anyone there?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-61514190748152935532010-12-06T08:08:00.000+00:002010-12-06T08:09:09.788+00:00My Friend of ExtremesI have a friend of highs and lows<br />My friend is more like my family<br />I have a friend of highs and lows<br />My friend could be further than foes<br />I have a friend of highs and lows<br />My friend makes me laugh the hardest<br />I have a friend of highs and lows<br />My friend gets my heart to its lowest<br />I have a friend of highs and lows<br />My friend has love bigger than I know<br />I have a friend of highs and lows<br />My friend knows how to cease all love<br />I have a friend of highs and lows<br />My friend seems to know no harm<br />I have a friend of highs and lows<br />My friend can be sharper than a sword<br />I have a friend of highs and lows<br />Where we’re going I do not know.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-15938672098748237442010-12-06T08:02:00.000+00:002010-12-06T08:03:42.958+00:00Musings of a First LoveI still wonder, I dream…then I wish<br />I remember you…too well<br />Like we just met…all over again<br />Some days its tears…<br />Some days its fears..<br />Sometimes its regret<br />Most times is just me…mad at me<br />I wonder, I dream…then I wish<br /><br />I imagine, I see…then I wake<br />What we could have been<br />But what we surely aren’t<br />Almost like we never met<br />Some days I’m mad<br />Sometimes I’m sad<br />Most times it seems pretty bad<br /><br />I hope, I wait…then I wake again<br />What isn’t yet happening <br />Perhaps may never will<br />It’s all past and we don’t seem like the future<br />Some days I miss you<br />Sometimes I think about you<br />Most times I realize that I loved you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-35083249873377914342010-12-06T07:57:00.000+00:002010-12-06T08:00:35.067+00:00Mean WorldSometimes life feels too short<br />And the world reminds us too often<br />So I wonder why we still wait…<br />Why we still leave things unsaid<br />Why we still hurt and burn within<br />Why we live alone right from within<br />The world around refuses us the peace<br />It presses against the promises we make<br />It steals the sincerity and confidence we have<br />It makes us think we’ve lost ourselves<br />That others have won and we are no more<br />There is a loneliness no one seems to understand<br />That which puts us in an odd capsule<br />Of sadness and silence no one hears a word<br />We scream but doesn’t seem loud enough<br />We cry, the tears don’t seem liquid enough<br />We talk, the words don’t seem expressive enough<br />We stop…we age from within <br />and every day we die a little more.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-78301387580038384122010-10-19T08:28:00.001+00:002010-10-19T08:39:20.654+00:00EthicallyThe needs of society determine its ethics. – Maya Angelou<br /><br />I read this quote online and it got me thinking. What are ethics? My helpful Encarta dictionary defines ethics as a system of moral principles governing the appropriate conduct for a person or group. What the legendary Maya Angelou said is this; what you, me and the world need decides how we behave. No statement has been this right to me in a while.<br />In the world of work, we find so many companies and executives becoming overly competitive and almost dishonorable. Literally fighting for jobs, going behind company policies and starting company resourced private firms. What do they need? They need to climb up the corporate ladder, they need more clients and ultimately more money hence they have become ruthless, lawless and wicked…very unethical<br />In the world of education, we see students become so selfish, researching and hiding their findings. Working on projects in secret and refusing to discuss what they have privately learned. Students are finding new ideas and refusing to share them for an even greater perspective. The system is forcing students to be irrationally competitive and self-centered. What do they need? They need to get ahead in class, they need to be 1st or be one of the very few honor students. They need to be feared in class and respected by mates. They need the promised gifts of academic excellence and they need the intellectual popularity hence they have become selfish, greedy, crafty and mean…very unethical<br />In today’s world of financial recession, we see more robbery in the streets, in the office and elsewhere. The most unsuspecting of characters are becoming so juvenile and unpredictable. There is not much motive for murder except an impediment to one’s acquisition of money and not much reasoning behind the action of theft. What do the people need? Money to eat, to afford a place to sleep, to finance a child’s education, to bail out a buddy, to pay an inflated medical bill or to calm the action of a creditor hence people have become rebellious, angry, violent, dangerous and callous.<br />So today I ask, must what we need, what we feel we are deprived of, drive us to the lengths of unethical behavior? Must our needs make us less human and more fearful? Must our needs nurture an unsafe world to the point where we ourselves are uncomfortable? What are your needs and what are they making of you?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-47348193914977900472010-10-19T08:15:00.003+00:002010-10-19T08:21:06.775+00:00A New DawnMany times I have avoided the inclusion of other styles of writing here<br />to maintain the flow of poetry, the rhyming of lines and the intensity of reasoning<br />But today I beg to step out of line, my line.<br /><br />I have a bit more to say than rhyme, <br />a bit more to discuss than these old words of mine<br />so here it is, a series of fine lines, of the truth and reality in my words<br />i hope you find them more than divine and like a big changing sign.<br /><br /><br />Thanks for reading.<br /><br /><br /><br />*do enjoy and let me know you were here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-72031189603803458572010-04-30T22:50:00.000+00:002010-04-30T22:51:39.997+00:00Confession: I WriteI’m truly unworthy of this gift<br />This gift of thought and word, expression and belief<br />On some days like today, I actually can write<br />And on other days like yesterday, I’m shrinking behind this flashing pointer<br />These lines are not planned or deliberately rhythmic<br />My inner being is in control while the outer woman writes<br />What it writes, it does not know<br />The next line may look like quite a show<br />I’m lost in it and there seems to be no finding me<br />This is who I am, I accept it. I write.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-92075702676562222010-04-30T22:38:00.000+00:002010-04-30T22:41:44.567+00:003 StoogesConfusion, fear and distraction<br />Whichever comes first, are sure to be met<br />To confusion, ignore.<br />It hates disregard...your calm will drive it away<br />To fear, laugh.<br />It gets insecure...it can’t stand your apparent confidence in its presence<br />To distraction, press pause.<br />It loses its momentum and by the time you hit play, its own plan will be agitated<br />And to life, Live! Because it happens just once!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-71554489539545623222010-04-30T22:34:00.000+00:002010-04-30T22:36:18.104+00:00Answers Made EasyLooking for answers has never and will never be easy<br />In looking, you may look in every right place<br />But at all the wrong times<br />In finding, you may understand most of the answers<br />But miss the part you need the most<br />In following, you may know which way to go<br />But end up going to that right place through the wrong way<br />Looking for answers has and never will be easy<br />But in looking, look with your eyes OPEN<br />In finding, find with your heart RECEPTIVE<br />And in following, follow with your feet CONFIDENTLY<br />That’s when it becomes easy.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-52195948042649292952010-04-30T22:31:00.000+00:002010-04-30T22:34:32.174+00:00Still Feels Like YesterdayIn the still of the night, my tears appear<br />They stream down very slowly and drop heavily<br />Into what is now a bed of seamless memories<br />They appear, and then disappear<br /><br />Every year, I don’t remember. No I don’t<br />I experience it again in that moment, in that very hour <br />In that very day, scenes as clear as a movie in HD <br />Stained in the memory of my heart<br /><br />My comfort to another is to only be strong and trust HIM<br />Looking forward and upward always<br />And though it tarry, to wait for it<br />But this feeling, it never goes away<br />Even though these tears appear and disappear.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-19290137277261981372010-04-30T22:30:00.000+00:002010-04-30T22:31:35.363+00:00Broken InspirationOn some days a writer is inspired to write,<br />Inspired to write about life, many times about love<br />Inspired by movies, literature and tales of old<br />Suddenly the writer is fully equipped with words,<br />Thoughts and emotions to write...to write well<br />But there’s that moment of realization,<br />The moment where the writer snaps back to reality<br />The reality of this world, this unfair heartless world<br />He wonders where the love is. Who cares enough to find it?<br />Or to keep it or to make it work<br />It starts and is blown away, it grows and is marred in one day<br />It’s found and slips away just as fast<br />What is the point of love, the writer wonders<br />It’s not always fun and when wickedness rains, it pours<br />It causes the outward to be reclusive,<br />The outspoken to be silent<br />The strong to be broken and the<br />Hopeful to be discouraged.<br />And then he puts his pen down, uninspired to write.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-22248834311472225062010-02-27T21:49:00.000+00:002010-02-27T21:51:30.973+00:00Another "you"You’ve got me thinking,<br />Don’t even know what I’m thinking<br />You’ve got me falling<br />So fast the speed is frightening<br />I’m not sure what all this is<br />I don’t know what it will eventually be<br />But i doubt I want it to stop altogether<br />Suddenly I feel rather vulnerable<br />I feel weak and defenseless and somewhat restless<br />Almost out of control of my inner being, somewhat beyond reason<br />I’m not holding back but I’m tirelessly holding it in<br />Trying to take it all so slow<br />Though my soul seems to want it now<br />I don’t know if it’s my imagination<br />Or my heart’s true expectation<br />You’ve got me here, in a very short time<br />and i can’t wait to see where we go from hereUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-67617477979216230742010-02-27T21:03:00.001+00:002010-02-27T21:49:09.962+00:00Doubt...I want to believe what you say,<br />That what you say is real and true<br />I wonder why it’s so hard to believe<br />And if I’m usually this doubtful in me<br />Am I unconsciously stung by the pain of the past?<br />Or do I have too sinister an imagination <br />Perhaps I’ve understood too well the wickedness of this world<br />The scandal, the plan, the bet and the trick<br />What’s worse is that deep within I’m falling for it<br />Whatever it is...I’m getting into it<br />I’m scared because I don’t think I can handle a sudden end<br />Will be more like love’s sudden death<br />I love my peace but as it appears,<br />I love the thrill this brings so much more<br />My inner being feels gently breached<br />And my thoughts crowd like sand at the beach.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-76705895095947416552010-02-02T01:44:00.004+00:002010-02-02T02:02:59.139+00:00Thank YouAs my blog visitor counter approaches its 400th visitor, i would like to say thank you to everyone who has visited, read, followed and simply enjoyed my writing. its been a year since i put up this blog and its been great to know you visit it. it feels good to know that you took and take time to come through and check what's new. Thanks for the comments, suggestions and offers. <br /><br />its been a tough year already and sometimes that's just what we need to keep the text coming. Soon i will be launching a "prose" or "article" style version of my writing which i hope will interest you just as much as the poetry.<br /><br />i'm sincerely humbled and i do hope that anytime you come here, you find something that inspires you, that speaks to you or that simply engages you, even if its just for a minute. Do let me know your thoughts (ssmillss@gmail.com), its always good to hear from you.<br /><br />Thank You<br />God Ble$$!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-11609492568615158022010-02-02T01:40:00.001+00:002010-02-02T01:42:02.241+00:00Feel itI see through your thoughts, sometimes.<br />They tell me many things<br />They tell me you want it<br />They tell me you are truly interested<br />And you wish to be...with me<br /><br />I see your actions though, most times.<br />They also tell me many things<br />They tell me you don’t really want it<br />They tell me you are unsure<br />And you wish someday you will be<br /><br />I see through your feelings, no I don’t.<br />I wonder how they work<br />And how they speak to you<br />Are they not stronger than your actions?<br />Can they not bring your thoughts rather than actions to life?<br /><br />I see, but not beyond my heart<br />And even within my heart, I find blind spots<br />May be they say different things<br />Or refuse to see beyond the obvious<br />That’s when it’s easy to realize, that to see is not everything<br />To feel however, makes all the differenceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-89034124027405350252010-02-02T01:36:00.001+00:002010-02-02T01:40:09.065+00:00Untitled...the obviousFriendship is a gift.<br />You know something is a gift,<br />When very few people have it, <br />When only few understand it<br />When fewer treasure it<br />And even fewer keep it<br /><br />Friendship is a blessing<br />You know something is a blessing<br />When you don’t deserve it<br />When you are better with it<br />When you are happier with it<br />And even more comfortable with it<br /><br />Friendship is an illusion<br />You know something is an illusion<br />When you just can’t grasp it<br />When you can’t master it<br />When you can’t comprehend it<br />And when you feel lost in it<br /><br />Friendship is fragile<br />You know something is fragile<br />When you are tempted to over protect it<br />When you can’t afford for it to break<br />When you treat it with extra care<br />And when the least mistake takes it away for good<br /><br />Friendship is misunderstood<br />You know something is misunderstood<br />When it is assumed to be something else<br />When it is forced to look like something else<br />When it is rumored to mean something else<br />And when no one can value its intensity<br /><br />Friendship is spiritual<br />You know something is spiritual<br />When it is almost impossible to break from<br />When it is increasingly complicated<br />When it becomes an inner battle to separate it <br />And when it strikes stringent chords within<br /><br />Friendship is rare<br />You know something is rare<br />When you can’t find it for real<br />When things look close to it but are not<br />When you keep looking and still don’t find exactly that<br />And when no one seems to realize it could be gone for good<br /><br />...By a person who knows nothing, about friendship.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734681537973353560.post-17684281887878605752010-01-11T16:46:00.001+00:002010-01-11T16:49:58.770+00:00Grave SecretsSome utterances, spoken words and lived actions,<br />Will never once be repeated or known by anyone else<br />Deep in the hearts of the speaker and sole listener<br />The actor and the sole witness, they reside.<br />Whose lips and hearts are sealed with the glue of mystery<br />And whose thoughts are guarded by the wall of trust<br />Soiled with the fear of uncertainty and forgiven mistrust<br />Even the midnight whispers for reveal<br />Cannot release the mind at sleep<br />Nor can the torture of single knowledge<br />Bring to sharing the clandestine deed<br />Never forgotten and unwillingly memorized,<br />Haunting the dawn of today and the sunset of tomorrow<br />Screaming in silence near unbearable but<br />Suppressed in willpower truly immeasurable <br />Clinging to the thoughts of the involved<br />Till at rest in the grave and soul at a place unknown<br />These are the truths of “Grave Secrets”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0