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Thursday, August 30, 2012

My Child


Wish you were my child
The way you look
The way you smiled
Really, I wish you were
My child

Wish you were my child
So innocent and kind
With you, I`d spend all
My time

Your face is so bright
You act so polite
I wouldn`t think
To hurt you despite
Only wish you were
My child

You`re different from
Every other child
Our few moments together
Makes life worthwhile
Hope your parents
Don`t mind
The way I seem to
Define my love for you
With songs, poems and rhymes
But deep inside
I really wish you were
My child
My own, my bone, my flesh
And my soul, my home
My goal
And everything I own
Would belong to you
My one and only child

Wonder how
Some people hurt you.
They want to destroy you.
They don`t remember
That they too were allowed to enjoy childhood
 Like they should
Allow you to.

It pained me, it ache me
But thank God he made me
With a tender heart
So I could have love
Towards every child
Around me

Wish you were my child
Wish every child were
My child
Look at the faces in
Various places
Don`t let them go astray
Don`t throw them
In the garbage
Like something wasted.

Love them, Hug them
Appreciate them.
If they need a friend,
Be there for them.

Don`t you wish
That child
Were your child

I Was A Tree


I was a tree without leaves
I bear no fruit
Struggling from a youth
Searching for the truth

The ground was hallow
I had no roots
Neither was there any route
That could lead me
To the truth

I suffered and toiled
For some fresh clean soil
I felt separated from
My environment
Like water and oil

Nobody knew me
They pass me everyday
Standing in the wind
Side to side I sway

I watched them tasted of other`s fruit
In which they found delight
But I knew deep down that
 I would blossom
When the time is right

Within me was a heart
That never dies
With hope and a firm belief
I persevered through
life`s fight

It was a day when
No one was here
Someone transplanted me
In a different atmosphere
I felt as though I was growing all over
The burden of life was lifted from my shoulder

It was my season
And it shows
As old leaves fade away
Fresh, bright, green ones started to grow

To their amazement
They looked up at me
With awe
The sight of my fruitfulness strained their eyes
And a longing for my taste
Erupted in their stomach
Surprise and mystery filled their minds
And they wondered from whence
Came a tree of my kind

But it was I who was always standing here
I was the one you showed no care
But now all my despair
Have been repaired


Sunday, August 26, 2012

Sufferer


I was born a sufferer
I suffer for the basic things of life
That many take for granted

I suffer for food, clothing and shelter
I suffer for love, life
And the hope that things
Will be better

I’m hungry and poor
I need help but I’m ignored
I called to you every day
That passed me by
With my saliva drenched mouth
And my tearful eyes

Sufferer, yes, I’m a sufferer
Some say tearful eyes
But I can`t taste it
Because it`s been too long since
I ate a meal

tearful eyes
These streets
I tread looking for bread
I was born a sufferer
I will have to suffer
Till I’m dead

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Poverty


All my life I’ve lived
I toiled and suffered
And battled it daily
Poverty is a demon that deprives you
Of everything you have

Poverty, poverty
I lived in poverty
I have felt the shame and disgrace of poverty
 I have felt the brutal assault of reality
When it comes to poverty
My very life is the perfect example of poverty

I yearned for riches
But none would come
My way
All I see is just poverty
Rearing its ugly head everyday
Poverty, oh my lord

Why me? I often asked
Only wishing that this
Would soon pass
But it forever lingers
With no intent of relief
Is causing me too much grief

Poverty, poverty
Need I say more?
Well it seems I will
Have to remain poor

My Days In Poverty


I never forget my days
I never forget
The Dry bulla and the bread
The butter-pan with
Sugar and water
That never left my head

The dumpling and butter
Playing in dirty water running from the gutter
Or even bathing in the rain
That used to be my
Only shower

going to school
It was only
Fried dumplings and bag juice
A little exercise book and a piece of pencil
In my knapsack that was
 on my back.
Sometimes I felt so blue, because my grandmother
Could not afford a pair of shoes

Those were my days
So there`s no need for anyone to envy me
When you see me acting with pride and dignity

Most of my life growing up
I had no TV
But if I go to my
Neighbor`s house
My grandmother would
Beat me.
Whenever I looked on
My feet, I can`t help
But smile
Because they did some
Very hard work
Growing up as a child
My grandmother could not afford bus fare
So wherever we`re going
We had to make up our minds
To walk a few long miles

Those were the days
But there`s a very important role
That poverty played:
I have learnt a lot, and
It taught me
How to appreciate life in good and bad days
I`m still not rich, but I’ve come a long way
I have accomplished many things
In my life today

Porridge without milk or bush tea without sugar
At nights when time is hot
The wind outside was all we got
I never forget 
Going to church
Only a few coins
My grandmother could bring
Because she could not find enough to pay her tithing
When church was through, the elders and deacons
Would overlook you and shake the hands
Of those who are richer
Than you

Because all those things are
A part of me
Night and day I used to pray
For the heavenly father
To rescue us

I was never bound for destruction
Because deep down I knew
My life was under construction

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Life Is Like A Sea




Life is like a sea
Sometimes there are
Great waves of problems
Gushing against your shores
At times there are
Strong winds
And storms that arises

Life is like a sea
Sometimes calm
And beautiful
And that`s when you find
A lot of people
Fishing around
Wanting to get involve

Life is like a sea with shallow shores
But the further you go 
the greater the depth
If you choose to swim out into the deep
Make sure you have
The necessary
Equipment for survival
As there sharks and whales who will attack you
Because they think you
Don`t belong that far in life


Life is like a sea
With rivers of joy
And pleasure
Pain and sorrow
Flowing into it
There are people who will want to pollute
Your life with various things
Which are not always Healthy for you


Life is like a sea
It was one of the first things created by God
You must learn to love
and enjoy it
No matter the weather
That may occur

Broken Wings




These broken wings were all I ever had
Down and out I was so sad
In this world I was so lonely because I never knew
Anyone would really care about me

Then you came along and you took me
In your gentle hands
 that`s where you held me
You looked at me
And smiled
                                                So soothing and so mild
I felt your healing powers vibrating through me

Broken dreams, and
A broken heart
A broken soul, broken life torn all apart
Shattered like a glass
Both future and the past
There were no answers
To all the questions I ever asked

You came along and you changed my world
Transformed my life
Gave me a new heart
And healed my soul

You were only a stranger
To me
But somehow I felt deeply
As if I knew you
From somewhere,
Maybe in another life sometime before
It never mattered
 You were here
To heal my scars
My wounds
And cast away my fears

The power of love
Can do so much
You weren`t around me
But I felt your strong Presence
And your personal touch.
You healed me.

I felt immense joy
Overwhelming happiness, extreme excitement
And a youthful jubilation
Lord, this must be
My revelation

From the sorrowful life of broken wings
To an awaken divination
That inspired the greatest
Of things
You have taken my
And used your healing hands of love
To heal me once again

Today, no more
You`ve taught me how
To live a new life
Now I can fly and be free