hidden conscious
they sometimes speaks listen. . .
My mama getting older
I have been very busy taking care of my mom. And one day I just thought wow she acting so old and it seem sometimes like it not real. So I would like to cover my eyes and my ears but I know I cant stop old age from happening.
"Dead Husband"
Broken home...
MOMMY WHAT KIND AM I
This a poem about my grandson and what a lady said to him her words your kind cant play with my son
It Was Not Once
Poem by Nikolai Gumilev
Looking For A Sugar Daddy
Desperate times demand desperate solutions. Money seems to be the answer to problems most of the time. Short term solutions may or may not work out. A big bank account triumphs over a big heart.
Family...
My family is not one i was born with.
No Strings Attached
I wrote this in dedication to each of my children- Love each of you always will
The Famous Last Words
Listen listen listen Would you stop so that I can talk If you need to let off some steam Take a drive or go out for a walk In the years we have been together
...you would smile a lot more…
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…” Anonymous guru Part I The shamanic traditions are very clear on a very real paradox, Unless the shaman is wounded in some serious way, h
Weekends
Breaking up of marriages and families.
Silence must be heard
I feel sad, it was all about my Father who has cancer. Tonight He called me, saying He was missing me, so I wrote this poem. I remembered, when He accompanied me at the agency, we walked so far until almost dawn, and have coffee at Shangri-la Starbucks. Every time I didn't know the place, He used to go with me. Afterwards, we will eat in a cozy restaurant, and then coffee. But now, all I can do is simply reminiscing the past when He can still walk.
Prodcast.. to be added to.. chalange from Mr James
Smiles, well not quiet sure if this is what you meant, but lets go for it.. To be added to with writting or voice, lets have fun xx
you would smile a lot more… Part III
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…” Anonymous guru Part III As you may imagine, the litany went on and for how long, we know not…, Finally, when we were totally spent and we
ancestors are current
rerading a book on my gg grandfather and the resemlance of his life to mine and how much we are alike but in different times
Thank You God
Just wanted to share my thoughts.
My Gan-gan
In loving memory of my maternal grandmother, a very special lady...
Worship What Matters
The feeling you get when you worship what matters in life.
one wish
this poem is about my daughter kaycee
Temporary Home
A little boy, six years old A little too used to being alone Another new mom and dad Another school, another house that will never be home When people ask him how he likes this place He looks up and says with a smile upon his face This is my
THE FAMILY.
A family is to me a growing mixture of those who repeat the activities of their ancestors, whether good or bad....yet the bond woven by memories allows vision and hope to keep moving forward....growing in strength and numbers.
you in me
for father James M.
you would smile a lot more… Part II
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…” Anonymous guru Flash-forward many more years to a suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa… I was walking along a dusty road with one of my six
WE ONLY HAVE ONE MOM
We only have One Mom, One Mommy, One Mother in this World, One life. Don't wait for the Tomorrow's to tell Mom, you love her
AGELESS CHRISTMAS MEMORIES
This may not be the norm of anything, showing it is unique, like all of us are. But sometimes we seem to forget what is always more important & keep to focus on other things that don`t really matter, yet take all our time. Time passes quickly & there seems to not be enough with the way we think, so we usually waste it.
Bits and Pieces
I have portrayed an elderly man in his last hours he is entirely fictional
You
Reflecting on the reality of on going relationships with ex spouses.
My mum
I wrote this in remembrance of my mum. god rest her soul
**This Jaded Woman
Still masked in your florescent And over exposed in your light Sinking in the ocean of your skin I sin Tasting branded shoulders and saccharin words Tracing black lines within the curves Obscured by our tangible forms Lost within verbs and nou
The Proud Cemetery
The Proud Cemetery When Winter ice begins to slither and Jack Frost begins to dither when April has its annual shower and daffodils begin to quiver. When windy days have lost their shiver and gangs of sparrows start to gather when thoughts
Baldness is Beautiful
Men look at themselves in the mirror they do not want to admit that their hair is starting to disappear. Each and every day they see their hair disappearing that way. To them i say just shave it bald, let it be for having no hair will set
I, Protector
Dedicated to my son.
Role Model
life
Fear Of A Child
Fear Of A Child The rain taps the window as the wind blows and the fear of the child goes on and grows. So glad that he's here safe in his bed yet his eyes are wide and full of dread, at those unseen monsters out in the night oh why did his m
RAIN
JUST THINKING OF HOW I COPE WITH THINGS.
Little Dancer
Written 4-9-2010 For the daughter that seems to be out of my reach. Maybe someday ... I can say these words
My Child
daughter
How to be a man
This is a poem about a boy waiting for his father to show him how to be a man
Time is moving ever so fast
Iam think how fast the days are going
work & life
What are the most important things of your life?
just me
you see me when the fairies hum drunk on dew and song you hear me when moonbeams play spider's drum night long you feel me when trees can't resist to dance on bare feet - that is, if you still have not forgotten the elvenfolks among
Trick Of Time
Trick Of Time High on my wall hangs that clock whiskers twitching, tick tock, tick tock. Like the patient face of a Buddhist cat communicating only with what it looks at. Unconcerned as to how many it has offended yet many a broken heart has