We were talking til twelve in that restaurant
A party had just ended nearby
And the waiter thought it'll be nice to bring us balloons from there
When you dropped me off, I just wanted to stay there
To hug and talk to you, no reason why
It was something so wonderful, letting balloons go into the deep, black and welcoming sky
It was under the stars
As I looked in your eyes, there was some kind of light
Light that said something was happening there
And stars in my heart jumping everywhere
It was one of those moments that no one should miss
Providence, romance, our very first kiss
When God just looked down with a smiling heart
We discovered that something amazing would start
We let ourselves go
And let everything flow
It was amazing
Our bodies synchronized
Discovering each part
And what made us tickle...
....
Our very first date...
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
The Love Story: Part 1
‘Excuse me. I'm from the FBI, the Fine Body Investigators, and I'm going to have to ask you to assume the position.’
My heart first skipped a beat at the mention of FBI
Then I became annoyed by what he meant it to be
But eventually I calmed myself down and found the humour behind it.
I laughed so hard,
I had never heard such line used before.
Intrigued by his confidence
My curiosity pulled me right into the seat next to him
I just had to find out why
His deep voice amazed me
Every word he spoke felt soo calm
The more he spoke, I could envision myself wrapped up by that soothing voice and put to bed like a newly born baby
His big brown dreamy eyes left me lost in his world
I wanted to stay forever in those eyes that night
Till reality decided to show up disguised as my girl friend
I had to leave
I hesitated
I did not want to leave him all alone
His dreamy eyes turned to sad, lost eyes
I just knew we had to meet again…
‘Same time. Tomorrow. Here. I’m an FBI agent, u still owe me,’ He said
….
My heart first skipped a beat at the mention of FBI
Then I became annoyed by what he meant it to be
But eventually I calmed myself down and found the humour behind it.
I laughed so hard,
I had never heard such line used before.
Intrigued by his confidence
My curiosity pulled me right into the seat next to him
I just had to find out why
His deep voice amazed me
Every word he spoke felt soo calm
The more he spoke, I could envision myself wrapped up by that soothing voice and put to bed like a newly born baby
His big brown dreamy eyes left me lost in his world
I wanted to stay forever in those eyes that night
Till reality decided to show up disguised as my girl friend
I had to leave
I hesitated
I did not want to leave him all alone
His dreamy eyes turned to sad, lost eyes
I just knew we had to meet again…
‘Same time. Tomorrow. Here. I’m an FBI agent, u still owe me,’ He said
….
Friday, August 10, 2012
2 sides to every story
You're dead
Everyone is in black and red
But yesterday you were sitting here drinking tea and eating bread
It's just so weird
The heart trembles with fear
Just like the earth as we hope it doesn't tear
Death strikes us like lightening
As it shines it's light,
Leaving us in disarray
So what's next,
do we mourn or celebrate?
Do we cry or smile?
'Cos there's always two sides to every story
Just like everything in life
It withers and dies
So why do we cry?
When we know that one day you'll be in the sky?
But well...
That's one side of the story
The children run in circles full of smiles
And reminds us of our journey through miles.
We fear death
But we live as if we are deaf
Refusing to hear when other's say
'You only live once'
Until the last minute,
When you realize what joy it is to be alive
So it's up to those you leave behind
To celebrate your life for you
And find that strength to continue the celebration
Till they also lay down to their last breath and reminisce
...And that's the other side of the story...
So make your choice
You have two options
With different functions
That require careful calculations
For guidance along the path of bereavement
Everyone is in black and red
But yesterday you were sitting here drinking tea and eating bread
It's just so weird
The heart trembles with fear
Just like the earth as we hope it doesn't tear
Death strikes us like lightening
As it shines it's light,
Leaving us in disarray
So what's next,
do we mourn or celebrate?
Do we cry or smile?
'Cos there's always two sides to every story
Just like everything in life
It withers and dies
So why do we cry?
When we know that one day you'll be in the sky?
But well...
That's one side of the story
The children run in circles full of smiles
And reminds us of our journey through miles.
We fear death
But we live as if we are deaf
Refusing to hear when other's say
'You only live once'
Until the last minute,
When you realize what joy it is to be alive
So it's up to those you leave behind
To celebrate your life for you
And find that strength to continue the celebration
Till they also lay down to their last breath and reminisce
...And that's the other side of the story...
So make your choice
You have two options
With different functions
That require careful calculations
For guidance along the path of bereavement
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
'Forces'
The forces around us are stronger than u think
The energy around them can create electricity for the entire world
They mean business
Weakness are what they pry on
Strength in the Lord is what they try to break
Be careful of those you call 'friends'
They feed on happiness
They thirst on wealth
Their happiness is your downfall
Not all those smiles are sincere
They say the best way to know who your real friends are is when they stick around during the bad times
But it's a lie
Most may pretend to be there but long for the reward
Your possessions are what they use to stand strong
But what do u have to fight them?
Not every war is fought with guns, bombs and stones
But every war can be conquered with the word 'Jesus'
As kids we always sang, ' prayer is the key'
but we never really knew what it meant
As kids we were always told, 'you would understand when you grow older'
I'm older now but I still don't understand
Why people do things to others
Why people are soo desperate to be like the other
Why people will do anything to acquire wealth
Why they will lie and destroy and eventually get something that will make them miserable their entire life
'God doesn’t remove all of our imperfections,
but He makes us beautiful by shining through them.'
The energy around them can create electricity for the entire world
They mean business
Weakness are what they pry on
Strength in the Lord is what they try to break
Be careful of those you call 'friends'
They feed on happiness
They thirst on wealth
Their happiness is your downfall
Not all those smiles are sincere
They say the best way to know who your real friends are is when they stick around during the bad times
But it's a lie
Most may pretend to be there but long for the reward
Your possessions are what they use to stand strong
But what do u have to fight them?
Not every war is fought with guns, bombs and stones
But every war can be conquered with the word 'Jesus'
As kids we always sang, ' prayer is the key'
but we never really knew what it meant
As kids we were always told, 'you would understand when you grow older'
I'm older now but I still don't understand
Why people do things to others
Why people are soo desperate to be like the other
Why people will do anything to acquire wealth
Why they will lie and destroy and eventually get something that will make them miserable their entire life
'God doesn’t remove all of our imperfections,
but He makes us beautiful by shining through them.'
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
no title
Every day is a struggle..
Some reach their destination, others fall back
Falling back doesn't mean your a failure
Failure allows you to have a second chance
Chance to show who you are
You are beautiful inside and outside to shine
Shine so bright those walking by you need to wear shades
Shades of black and white is what you would mostly wear
Wear what seems fit to show people your curves and shape
Curves and shape define you
You are not perfect, nothing comes easy
Easy as it may seem but difficult as u begin to try
Try and prove them wrong
Wrong and bad criticism make you stronger
Stronger enough to imprint your name on their hearts
Hearts are fragile and easy to break
Break not thy heart by trying to please
Please forgive and let go of the burden
Burden...everyday is a struggle
Some reach their destination, others fall back
Falling back doesn't mean your a failure
Failure allows you to have a second chance
Chance to show who you are
You are beautiful inside and outside to shine
Shine so bright those walking by you need to wear shades
Shades of black and white is what you would mostly wear
Wear what seems fit to show people your curves and shape
Curves and shape define you
You are not perfect, nothing comes easy
Easy as it may seem but difficult as u begin to try
Try and prove them wrong
Wrong and bad criticism make you stronger
Stronger enough to imprint your name on their hearts
Hearts are fragile and easy to break
Break not thy heart by trying to please
Please forgive and let go of the burden
Burden...everyday is a struggle
Friday, May 11, 2012
Once bitten twice shy
Look at him
You wonder what's going through his head
He's got the nicest clothes, cleanest shoes
but his eyes are so far into his head
He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but fed with the dirtiest his whole life
Its not his fault his dad is a drug dealer
Or his mom a prostitute
His wide and amazing smile hides his pain...
He surrounds himself with people to avoid thinking...
He lacks what most of us call family...
His cars...money; friends took for granted
They stole and cheated but he had no say
Days and nights passed till the month of May
When both parents died and left him with no pay
Now he sits on his stairs
And stares into space
With no where to go and nothing to do
Thinking about the things he should have thought of before
Life hit him hard on the head before
But he healed the wound and forgot to grasp the message
Once bitten twice shy
Time has passed...
He continues to stare
Looking for answers in the air
With a deep sigh
He shuts his eyes...
You wonder what's going through his head
He's got the nicest clothes, cleanest shoes
but his eyes are so far into his head
He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but fed with the dirtiest his whole life
Its not his fault his dad is a drug dealer
Or his mom a prostitute
His wide and amazing smile hides his pain...
He surrounds himself with people to avoid thinking...
He lacks what most of us call family...
His cars...money; friends took for granted
They stole and cheated but he had no say
Days and nights passed till the month of May
When both parents died and left him with no pay
Now he sits on his stairs
And stares into space
With no where to go and nothing to do
Thinking about the things he should have thought of before
Life hit him hard on the head before
But he healed the wound and forgot to grasp the message
Once bitten twice shy
Time has passed...
He continues to stare
Looking for answers in the air
With a deep sigh
He shuts his eyes...
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Unknown
My mind is running, my stomach is racing, and my heart is doing laps…
Everything all jumbled up like a rubix cube…
The perfection of imperfection
The adequacy of nothingness
The principle of uneasiness
Worry is a disease that takes a little from ou
I’m sitting here with a migraine trying to figure things out…
Stupidity is an act of life but not a way of life
Ignorance is a form of stupidity
Failure to notice is an achievement of ignorance
I don’t speak in parables; I just speak what I feel
I speak more in words than with my mouth and actions
It’s like hanging on at the edge of a cliff and holding on but you give up and let go
I’m no beast, I’m no monster, I’m just here to care and protect
People go around speaking gibberish about living life to the fullest and enjoying every part of it
But do they know the challenges that come with life?
You can’t eat your cake and have it
Such is life
I walk on my feet everyday thinking to myself wishing I had a car
And I look into the faces of others that pass by and I play the guessing game
…. greedy? angry? Happy? Peaceful? Selfish? Forgiving? Hurt? Torn? Broken?
What more can I say? Everyone has a different face
I don’t judge, I just play the game
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