Faith, who brings me closely connected to God.
Hope, that carries out the slightest dream.
Together Faith and Hope, reaches their hand and guides the light that was once darkened.
Faith, is a piece of me that is silent once I speak to the man upstairs and it only comes out everyday,but in an extraordinary way.
You see, what is beautiful about Faith and hope, is the mere idea behind my kind-hearted ways. I don't boast about what I have, yet I share it. I don't cry because I want to, I cry because I have to. Faith and Hope, allows me to carry a purpose of helping others without thinking twice just because I AM A HELPER.
Caught off guard by my actions, those close to me have asked, WHY are you so kind?...my response I Just am, I don't know why.
My Faith and Hope is behind what God allows me to be and what I love to do as a human is being Helpful.
Faith and Hope can bring you a long way to everything you desire! :)
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Breaking
There comes a point in one life,that he or she comes to a breaking point.
This person delivers their best and aknowledge the weakness of the discripencies.
If breaking me down has torn me apart,then how does raising me up occur?
What happens,when I fall and struggle to get up?
Who will rescue me from the breaking that I self-evaluate when my eyes are closed?
Breaking, has become a tiredsome agenda in life.
If I get the strength;when I get the strength, Who will hold out their hands and say I am here for you?
Breaking, I face structiny over your careless efforts to bring me back to life!
I share the pain of others breaking,but one thing will set me apart I fight with breaking.
This person delivers their best and aknowledge the weakness of the discripencies.
If breaking me down has torn me apart,then how does raising me up occur?
What happens,when I fall and struggle to get up?
Who will rescue me from the breaking that I self-evaluate when my eyes are closed?
Breaking, has become a tiredsome agenda in life.
If I get the strength;when I get the strength, Who will hold out their hands and say I am here for you?
Breaking, I face structiny over your careless efforts to bring me back to life!
I share the pain of others breaking,but one thing will set me apart I fight with breaking.
Monday, July 19, 2010
SKIES ( FRIENDSHIP)
AS SHE STANDS AND PACES HER EVERY STEP, SHE PONDERS THE FRIENDSHIP SHE ENACTS UPON OTHERS.
TAKING THE OPPORTUNITY FOR HER OWN MILES STONES, SHE PONDERS AS SHE LOOKS IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKIES THAT SEEMS SO INNOCENT.
IN FACING WITH THE TURBULANCE THAT IS YET TO COME,SHE PACES STEP BY STEP AND WITH FURTHER PACING SHE STUMBLES UPON AN UNCERTAIN PROMISE OF WHICH IS UNPRECENDENTED.
IN THE SKIES THAT SEEM SO INNOCENT ,SHE REALIZES THE SKY BECOMES DARKER AND MIST STARTS TO FORM OF FOG AND RAIN.
THEN PACING BECOMES A SUDDEN JILT OF NUMBNESS, WHAT HAPPENED?, WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
OF COURSE HER SUBCONCIOUS IS SIGNALING TO THE STORMS OF THUNDER( ANGER), RAIN (TEARS)...
DOMINATED BY PACE THAT STANDS NEAR OF QUESTIONS UNANSWERED, PIECES OF THE RAIN BECOME HARD LIKE HAIL.
PACING NO MORE, AN EMBODDED QUIETNESS APPRACHED "SUNSHINE"( SMILES OF LIFE ONCE AGAIN .
TAKING THE OPPORTUNITY FOR HER OWN MILES STONES, SHE PONDERS AS SHE LOOKS IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKIES THAT SEEMS SO INNOCENT.
IN FACING WITH THE TURBULANCE THAT IS YET TO COME,SHE PACES STEP BY STEP AND WITH FURTHER PACING SHE STUMBLES UPON AN UNCERTAIN PROMISE OF WHICH IS UNPRECENDENTED.
IN THE SKIES THAT SEEM SO INNOCENT ,SHE REALIZES THE SKY BECOMES DARKER AND MIST STARTS TO FORM OF FOG AND RAIN.
THEN PACING BECOMES A SUDDEN JILT OF NUMBNESS, WHAT HAPPENED?, WHERE DID I GO WRONG?
OF COURSE HER SUBCONCIOUS IS SIGNALING TO THE STORMS OF THUNDER( ANGER), RAIN (TEARS)...
DOMINATED BY PACE THAT STANDS NEAR OF QUESTIONS UNANSWERED, PIECES OF THE RAIN BECOME HARD LIKE HAIL.
PACING NO MORE, AN EMBODDED QUIETNESS APPRACHED "SUNSHINE"( SMILES OF LIFE ONCE AGAIN .
Friday, May 14, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
The Storm
The storm
In the outside view everything seemed magical,
Transitions were difficult to be self-motivated,
Allowing the wisdom of others to carry my dreams through,
The storm cast its rain, thunder, and lighting…
Pushing and pulling my every move.
Careless I ran onto the unknown,
Careless I thought it would be smooth,
Taking risk and never looking back I thought I came prepared,
Shielded from the sun and clouds,
The storm caught me through the worst moment,
Blinded by satisfaction of the sun and the clouds,
Never thought the storm would come and tear me into pieces,
Broken into the thunder of wisdom, the lighting of others, and the rain of tears.
Lost and confused the storm has yet to ease for now.
Search for the rainbow at the end of the storm has not been found…
Fog seems to never clear up; when all possible seems impossible the storm comes!
In the outside view everything seemed magical,
Transitions were difficult to be self-motivated,
Allowing the wisdom of others to carry my dreams through,
The storm cast its rain, thunder, and lighting…
Pushing and pulling my every move.
Careless I ran onto the unknown,
Careless I thought it would be smooth,
Taking risk and never looking back I thought I came prepared,
Shielded from the sun and clouds,
The storm caught me through the worst moment,
Blinded by satisfaction of the sun and the clouds,
Never thought the storm would come and tear me into pieces,
Broken into the thunder of wisdom, the lighting of others, and the rain of tears.
Lost and confused the storm has yet to ease for now.
Search for the rainbow at the end of the storm has not been found…
Fog seems to never clear up; when all possible seems impossible the storm comes!
Monday, March 29, 2010
MAYA ANGELOU'S :STILL I RISE
IN HONOR OF WOMEN'S HISTORY MONTH, HOMAGE TO A POET :
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
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