Your thoughts are not my thoughts
and your ways are not my way
i am the great I AM
just be still and know that i am God
When your world seems to be crumbling
and everything tumbling
don't mind what people say
look at me because i am the only way
Many battles you may wage
you may be desolate like a bird in a cage
but i am full of grace
and only i can save your face
When the going becomes so tough
and the world so rough
heave a huge sigh
because your salvation is nigh
You may be as fast as a horse race
but i am the master of your race
everything under the sun is vanity
but only i can give peace and sanity
Some are full of worries and fears
they murmur and complain all their years
some are beaten and dejected
they think they are rejected
but just be still and know that i am God
I will never put you to shame
from disrepute i will save your name
even your enemies i will tame
no longer will you be same
just be still and know that i am GOD
I spent much of my time jabbing my keyboard,writing my heart out,at times with a little vomit in my mouth,seething at the appalling injustice in our society.My writing,hopefully can change a mind or two,to awaken our collective consciousness as a people. I don't pretend to be a pundit of some sort i am just a thoughtful guy with a meticulous eye for details,sharing thoughts;Straight from the heart,as always
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
nagging thought: WHAT IS LIFE
nagging thought: WHAT IS LIFE: "it is a cake but not all can bake it is a gift to take to some though it is a journey to make life is an errand it should be done to compl..."
WHAT IS LIFE
it is a cake
but not all can bake
it is a gift to take
to some though it is a journey to make
life is an errand
it should be done to completion
without lamentation
and hesitation
take care of God's creation
with careful consideration
not due to anger and frustration
one should live with a little moderation
in life some live in self pity
dejected in the city
heart-broken some mull over suicide
to vent their anger some commit homicide
at times it gets so tough
till you say it's enough
even bosom buddies can be dubious
like a fox they can be so devious
everything goes down to the wire
you will get into the fire or
sink deep into the mire
but never,never raise your ire
but not all can bake
it is a gift to take
to some though it is a journey to make
life is an errand
it should be done to completion
without lamentation
and hesitation
take care of God's creation
with careful consideration
not due to anger and frustration
one should live with a little moderation
in life some live in self pity
dejected in the city
heart-broken some mull over suicide
to vent their anger some commit homicide
at times it gets so tough
till you say it's enough
even bosom buddies can be dubious
like a fox they can be so devious
everything goes down to the wire
you will get into the fire or
sink deep into the mire
but never,never raise your ire
Thursday, August 19, 2010
nagging thought: by the riverside
nagging thought: by the riverside: "when there is too much to bear when am burdened with a load of care by myself am always there to draw in the flagrant air there;where the ..."
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, August 14, 2010
by the riverside
when there is too much to bear
when am burdened with a load of care
by myself am always there
to draw in the flagrant air
there;where the river whispers so softly
where there is a steady splash of water
where the noise of the cascade's downpour isn't deafening
there;the dead leaves whisper under my feet
even when the sun disappears in the woods
and it becomes so dull and gray
i hear the buzzing of insects
and the singing of birds calm my frayed nerves
as the river gently flows
i mull over life's deathly blows
as the sun dimly glows
i think of memories so distant
there i feel so safe
because my mind doesn't wander
there is nature's awesome wonder
there am so divine
because everything is mine
when am burdened with a load of care
by myself am always there
to draw in the flagrant air
there;where the river whispers so softly
where there is a steady splash of water
where the noise of the cascade's downpour isn't deafening
there;the dead leaves whisper under my feet
even when the sun disappears in the woods
and it becomes so dull and gray
i hear the buzzing of insects
and the singing of birds calm my frayed nerves
as the river gently flows
i mull over life's deathly blows
as the sun dimly glows
i think of memories so distant
there i feel so safe
because my mind doesn't wander
there is nature's awesome wonder
there am so divine
because everything is mine
on the balcony
on a sunny afternoon
on a storied flat
on the balcony
i can see and hear them all
talking
walking
hawking
honking
one may think they are running away from something
they are running away from nothing
a car whizzes past
aghast!
it nearly hit a child
it screeches to a halt
''Sura mbaya wewe'',the driver backs at helpless child
a sea of impatient and discoursing humanity
long lines of fuel guzzling creatures
from the balcony i hear and see them all
on a storied flat
on the balcony
i can see and hear them all
talking
walking
hawking
honking
one may think they are running away from something
they are running away from nothing
a car whizzes past
aghast!
it nearly hit a child
it screeches to a halt
''Sura mbaya wewe'',the driver backs at helpless child
a sea of impatient and discoursing humanity
long lines of fuel guzzling creatures
from the balcony i hear and see them all
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