Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
Africa's young Daughter.
'One does what God does'
Those without eyes must see the joy in South Sudan ,
They without vocal chords can be heard screaming in joy ,
Temples of ice must be vivid in this hot nation ,
Heavy metal kings must be making kingdoms out of the last daughter of Africa.
Demons must envy the favour accorded to the Sudannese by Allah.
Toast to the last daughter of Africa !
Let us bow our heads to these freedom winners,
Respects to they who died for their rights though belated ,
Without war without chaos nothing evolves _sincere SALUTE to you on your independence ,
Outlive the war find peace in planning your future ,
Let other nations teach you to how to bleed peacefully for your nation.
Peace to the last daughter of Africa.
There may be rage amongst you but let the shadows of the smiles and joy you have today prevail above vengence.
The acts of the enemy might still be stained on you but like the promise of freedom today let it flow warm into your hearts.
Pray that your leaders raise Africas youngest daughter into a young loveable woman.
Life is thicker than greed, thicker than money -no need to fight on that which can make you richer.
Love to the last daughter of Africa !
Its been a process ,
Its been slavery ,
Times must have been darkest ,
You must be tired , exhausted BUT ....
...Beyond pain , beyond the silence of death there is the sound of your anthem ~the sound of a new dawn.
Today we celebrate with you , congratulate you and wish your daughter fertility.
Failure/war /poor propaganda is no option ~ success is your destiny EMBRACE IT.
Life is yours for the taking, the present, this new start is a gift to you !
Peace , love , unity to Southern Sudan!
One.
Those without eyes must see the joy in South Sudan ,
They without vocal chords can be heard screaming in joy ,
Temples of ice must be vivid in this hot nation ,
Heavy metal kings must be making kingdoms out of the last daughter of Africa.
Demons must envy the favour accorded to the Sudannese by Allah.
Toast to the last daughter of Africa !
Let us bow our heads to these freedom winners,
Respects to they who died for their rights though belated ,
Without war without chaos nothing evolves _sincere SALUTE to you on your independence ,
Outlive the war find peace in planning your future ,
Let other nations teach you to how to bleed peacefully for your nation.
Peace to the last daughter of Africa.
There may be rage amongst you but let the shadows of the smiles and joy you have today prevail above vengence.
The acts of the enemy might still be stained on you but like the promise of freedom today let it flow warm into your hearts.
Pray that your leaders raise Africas youngest daughter into a young loveable woman.
Life is thicker than greed, thicker than money -no need to fight on that which can make you richer.
Love to the last daughter of Africa !
Its been a process ,
Its been slavery ,
Times must have been darkest ,
You must be tired , exhausted BUT ....
...Beyond pain , beyond the silence of death there is the sound of your anthem ~the sound of a new dawn.
Today we celebrate with you , congratulate you and wish your daughter fertility.
Failure/war /poor propaganda is no option ~ success is your destiny EMBRACE IT.
Life is yours for the taking, the present, this new start is a gift to you !
Peace , love , unity to Southern Sudan!
One.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Failure.
So smart then stupid , now am stuck with it
I am so unhappy , am that person who could have made it ,never did.
Hate this life ,I don't want to live but still I don't want to die.
I miss the times when I thought widely of possibilities , today I contemplate suicide.
Thinkin of reading the good book and talking to He above for a fancy.
I never made it , I never known why!
Today ,yester, tomorrow won't be any different ,
Another day I live with hope - the worst of virtues.
Meant to make it to the first lane , now the reverse is what they talk of.
Funny how the past never counts to the present , the today however repeats tomorrow as yester.
Am not spiritual anymore but I seek the miracles I hear of.
I never made it , I never known why!
Scars of desperation are tattooed all over my face ,
Am not payinn the devil rent but this life sure is hell ,
Once a heaven ,an oasis was provided by mother and father.
I want to feel sorrow but still am strong enough to look forward to takin a breathe of fresh air every other day. .
Still, I never made it , I never known why!
This is for the little I look forward to;
'I'm a great one , I will wake up every morning and hope to stop chasing dreams. [Dreams are pitiful visuals ].then try not to compare me to no one , acknowledge that I am him~ the one in control of my future.
Like any other- I am a candle I burn out , they all do . All to do is master a better way to a burn out!
Maybe i'll make it, maybe never but I will know why?
One.
I am so unhappy , am that person who could have made it ,never did.
Hate this life ,I don't want to live but still I don't want to die.
I miss the times when I thought widely of possibilities , today I contemplate suicide.
Thinkin of reading the good book and talking to He above for a fancy.
I never made it , I never known why!
Today ,yester, tomorrow won't be any different ,
Another day I live with hope - the worst of virtues.
Meant to make it to the first lane , now the reverse is what they talk of.
Funny how the past never counts to the present , the today however repeats tomorrow as yester.
Am not spiritual anymore but I seek the miracles I hear of.
I never made it , I never known why!
Scars of desperation are tattooed all over my face ,
Am not payinn the devil rent but this life sure is hell ,
Once a heaven ,an oasis was provided by mother and father.
I want to feel sorrow but still am strong enough to look forward to takin a breathe of fresh air every other day. .
Still, I never made it , I never known why!
This is for the little I look forward to;
'I'm a great one , I will wake up every morning and hope to stop chasing dreams. [Dreams are pitiful visuals ].then try not to compare me to no one , acknowledge that I am him~ the one in control of my future.
Like any other- I am a candle I burn out , they all do . All to do is master a better way to a burn out!
Maybe i'll make it, maybe never but I will know why?
One.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Fathers across.
Time was, as I was ,but neither that time , nor that I, are anymore.
When i was born she wouldn't tell me about him,
But he and I are alike, I adore he , want to be he ,
As he was ages ago that I wanted to be This I too ,
He is celebrated , respected _ I envy and wish that.
Everyday I grow on I look up to he.
If love is mentoring and educating then I salute he , he has provided in galore.
When I've needed correction he's been omnipresent to punish ,
He's taught me to appreciate the other sex ,respect the role of my mother ,my sister.
When mother couldn't stand the company I kept he bullied me to a fairer crowd
Hated him most of times , now am grown ,respected. I salute this man , the man who the world fails to appreciate.
'You fathers be the best to your children,
Husbands be comfort- pillows to your wives,
Brothers grow up, protect your sisters ,
Sons make your mothers proud better your fathers,
Godfathers be godly to your god-children ,
You grooms respect your brides keep them happy,
And all men man up to your responsibilities.
Hope to be a better father on your day, Persist in hope ,the in-belief that a better horizon awaits.
fancy this day - merry fathers day.
One.
When i was born she wouldn't tell me about him,
But he and I are alike, I adore he , want to be he ,
As he was ages ago that I wanted to be This I too ,
He is celebrated , respected _ I envy and wish that.
Everyday I grow on I look up to he.
If love is mentoring and educating then I salute he , he has provided in galore.
When I've needed correction he's been omnipresent to punish ,
He's taught me to appreciate the other sex ,respect the role of my mother ,my sister.
When mother couldn't stand the company I kept he bullied me to a fairer crowd
Hated him most of times , now am grown ,respected. I salute this man , the man who the world fails to appreciate.
'You fathers be the best to your children,
Husbands be comfort- pillows to your wives,
Brothers grow up, protect your sisters ,
Sons make your mothers proud better your fathers,
Godfathers be godly to your god-children ,
You grooms respect your brides keep them happy,
And all men man up to your responsibilities.
Hope to be a better father on your day, Persist in hope ,the in-belief that a better horizon awaits.
fancy this day - merry fathers day.
One.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
If and only if.
The lack of concentration, the lack øf motivation , lack of belief [self belief].
The assumption to hate for the superior being , feeling disregarded by Him.
Favours hidden by He on his account.
Once his creation now a lone soul with no view to a horizon.
Hurtin is understating the surge he has ,
Bloated thoughts, hopes and realities he can't erase , he above either shy or enjoyin he in misery.
Sleepless thoughts, sleepless nights - the fantasies all alike , alike everyday.
Terrible is the idea as this is shaping to be real, a reality he's destined to embrace everyday.
Self pity won't do, neither does the pity of they.
The horizon too blurry, can't master steps ahead without toppling.
He above won't send him a 'her' to help clear this horizon. The faze to hate Him and they grows more vast today than yester.
From complete he's reduced to an aimless ,hopless and desperate lad , he's continually unsure of possible prospects.
No more games no more objectives ,
How the idea of hope flickers off any light of optimism , he hopes no more.
Can't afford the costly price of hope.
The prices too bloated _ he still pays installments of a prior 'hope loan'.
If only he'd hated the idea originally,
If only he hadn't borrowed the 'hope loan' ,
If only the memories and thoughts would rub-off ,
If only He above was as his scripture,
If only the horizon was as clear as his first idea of hope.
Then there would be possibilities of a possible clarity to his horizon.
One.
The assumption to hate for the superior being , feeling disregarded by Him.
Favours hidden by He on his account.
Once his creation now a lone soul with no view to a horizon.
Hurtin is understating the surge he has ,
Bloated thoughts, hopes and realities he can't erase , he above either shy or enjoyin he in misery.
Sleepless thoughts, sleepless nights - the fantasies all alike , alike everyday.
Terrible is the idea as this is shaping to be real, a reality he's destined to embrace everyday.
Self pity won't do, neither does the pity of they.
The horizon too blurry, can't master steps ahead without toppling.
He above won't send him a 'her' to help clear this horizon. The faze to hate Him and they grows more vast today than yester.
From complete he's reduced to an aimless ,hopless and desperate lad , he's continually unsure of possible prospects.
No more games no more objectives ,
How the idea of hope flickers off any light of optimism , he hopes no more.
Can't afford the costly price of hope.
The prices too bloated _ he still pays installments of a prior 'hope loan'.
If only he'd hated the idea originally,
If only he hadn't borrowed the 'hope loan' ,
If only the memories and thoughts would rub-off ,
If only He above was as his scripture,
If only the horizon was as clear as his first idea of hope.
Then there would be possibilities of a possible clarity to his horizon.
One.
Monday, May 23, 2011
15.
I can write , I can see. I Express.
On damage limitation I was , maybe I still am.
No apology to what he wrote, or did , still I mean it.
Hate ! Not too stray a word, a word fully descriptive of the then feeling.
He thought love ,I think it obsession. With this obsession couldn't manage expectations , can't manage to forge forward without being emo.
Days come and go , people wear out , they always do. Their effects do not last but the value they had always remains.
No effect no use but the values created rub- off any prior regrets. None whatsoever inspite of they being delusional and paranoid on their need to make excuses. He may be a lot of _ but he certainly can count when you he is the option.
Atleast the obsession theory is factual enough for his acceptance. He is obsessed , a disorder without remedy.
One who is Obsessed, obsession ...
One.
On damage limitation I was , maybe I still am.
No apology to what he wrote, or did , still I mean it.
Hate ! Not too stray a word, a word fully descriptive of the then feeling.
He thought love ,I think it obsession. With this obsession couldn't manage expectations , can't manage to forge forward without being emo.
Days come and go , people wear out , they always do. Their effects do not last but the value they had always remains.
No effect no use but the values created rub- off any prior regrets. None whatsoever inspite of they being delusional and paranoid on their need to make excuses. He may be a lot of _ but he certainly can count when you he is the option.
Atleast the obsession theory is factual enough for his acceptance. He is obsessed , a disorder without remedy.
One who is Obsessed, obsession ...
One.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Infidel
'No Americans were harmed ...' , this were the words uttered by celebrated president Obama on Osama's shooting,. His voice, poise assured credit accorded for felling Americas most wanted . Human life had been claimed in a most inhumane way , by the gun.
Most celebrated his demise ,claimed closure, relief to wounds he had inflicted on them. One man , the Most Wanted person killed not in action but in a 'capture operation '. They call it justice !, without proof whatsoever.
His killing coincided with one of similar character [may 1st '451 , Hitler, was said to be captured , although some said he and his loyalties had committed suicide. Did these Americans want to site history ? They claimed possession of his body to be proof to the public , hours later he was accorded last respects, buried in the sea. ...
Osama's signature the 9/11 attacks claimed an estimated 2977 lives. Americas retaliation has resulted to the death of over 870000 Iraqi and afghani civilians. All this in search of one Osama. Life is sacred, precious. Truly the Americas show indignity to life -their own military persons die in this quests of seniority.
Osama and Muslim rebel militias label them infidels, the reverse is terrorists by the Americas.
In no way is Obama the black leader Martin Luther Jr dreamt of. King would mourn for the loss of thousnds but never rejoice in the death of one soul , for hate and superiority drives in hate - love for the enemy, justice for the enemy and respect for life would be prime to Dr king.
To all those who suffered or lost dear ones during the '98 US embassy attack I must feel the need for you to seek closure by knowing the fate of the 'killer'. Closure is person-specific but celebration to murder is not !
In my view the sanctity of life is the retaliation of hate by love, war by peace , ...
One.
Most celebrated his demise ,claimed closure, relief to wounds he had inflicted on them. One man , the Most Wanted person killed not in action but in a 'capture operation '. They call it justice !, without proof whatsoever.
His killing coincided with one of similar character [may 1st '451 , Hitler, was said to be captured , although some said he and his loyalties had committed suicide. Did these Americans want to site history ? They claimed possession of his body to be proof to the public , hours later he was accorded last respects, buried in the sea. ...
Osama's signature the 9/11 attacks claimed an estimated 2977 lives. Americas retaliation has resulted to the death of over 870000 Iraqi and afghani civilians. All this in search of one Osama. Life is sacred, precious. Truly the Americas show indignity to life -their own military persons die in this quests of seniority.
Osama and Muslim rebel militias label them infidels, the reverse is terrorists by the Americas.
In no way is Obama the black leader Martin Luther Jr dreamt of. King would mourn for the loss of thousnds but never rejoice in the death of one soul , for hate and superiority drives in hate - love for the enemy, justice for the enemy and respect for life would be prime to Dr king.
To all those who suffered or lost dear ones during the '98 US embassy attack I must feel the need for you to seek closure by knowing the fate of the 'killer'. Closure is person-specific but celebration to murder is not !
In my view the sanctity of life is the retaliation of hate by love, war by peace , ...
One.
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