We wear the smiles so well. Our eyes are dipped in water to keep them bright. We the strong ones need to keep up a good front. I am torn inside and breaking. But the faces we wear to show that we are fine, that we are Okay are many. We wear the pride of being able and capable so well, they never know. Know that just in the corner of our eyes tears are ready to fall. I am torn inside and breaking. But the faces we wear to show that we are fine, that we are Okay are many. We fight our battles alone because our pride is…
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Take Off Time and Travel
To the valley, up the hill In the water, above the trees Feel the soft grass, sit Calm air, cold the breeze See the sights, where the eyes can reach. What an introduction!! (You are fool if you don’t praise yourself) If only I was a better poet like my friend, Joel Nevender. Anyway a few days ago another friend Pearl, asked me questions about traveling. These questions are the focus of this blog. Recently I have taken up to touring and traveling whenever I get the chance, and can afford it. You see there is a lot out there to look at rather than the many screen I have in…
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Can I keep YOU?!
I would love to keep you.
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The Love Of My Life Is a Woman
I have been reading love letters on Muwado and I got inspired to write my own – not a letter but a poem. It looks like I am more into poems this month than telling stories. Anyway here goes everything – anything – nothing – all things; The Love of my life is a woman. The love of my life is a woman, This woman that makes love to my heart has me tripping. She has me doubting and proving to myself, and her that we are worthy love. She wears that honourable look on her, that has me asking ‘why me?’ She knows she is the only one that matters.…
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Poem; Bruised but not Broken #TweetHelp4Tweeps
Bruised but not broken, Beaten but not bent, Bind but not burdened, Bitter but not broadened, Boiling but not brunt, Brave but not blunt, Believe but not better, Help restore my life. Contribute to my crowd-funding campaign – Restore My Life #TweetHelp4Tweeps
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Poem: My S to the N
Sailing on waters, unknown. Scared as hell, drown. Soaring on the promise, my own. Secret to the heart, sown. Silence and solitude far away, frown. Simple destination, shown.
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It Is All Falling Apart!
Underneath the truth there is a lie, Alongside good lies the bad, There is a left on the same lane as the right, A wrong always creeping on the right, The negative shoulder to shoulder with the positive, The impossible like siblings with possible, The darkness in the light, The poor fence to fence with the rich, Cold and hot hugging away, Black holding hands with white, Laughter and joy between sorrow and sadness, Evil playing catch with good, All this, is happening on our watch and we don’t care…. Racism, poverty, evil, murder, greedy, hatred, civil wars…… It is all falling apart, It is all falling apart!!!
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LOVE AND TORMENT
You cut through me leave my guts pouring But I stay with you You hit me with all your power I cry myself to sleep But my heart says that you’re my man You walk away living me with nothing But I prepare the little for us You devour others and leave me starved for affection But I won’t look for it else where You say ‘I hate you’ But I say ‘I love you’ You rest your head; I know where You torture; I love You are my man Am your woman You can hurt me try to break me cut me through and through abuse me in and…
