U can kiss ur family and friends goodbye and put miles between u, but at the same time u carry them with u in ur heart, ur mind, ur stomach, because u do not just live in a world but a world lives in u…
I breathed, I hoped and I hurt
Best and most important to me being that I hoped.
I loved and got loved back,
I didn’t see it, but I know it is there
Well wrapped with grace it exists
It is my favourite gift I say
And the gift I desire to give more of each day
And I will
Even if it takes my life
I will love
Because it hurts me too much when I do not
I was created to love
And if not doing it, my being is malfunctioning
So bad it might break down
Like a car that never moves
Or a house uninhabited
Surely, it falls apart
Surely, if it feels
It feels empty and alone
So no choice has been left me
But to fulfill the use of my presence
And give it all out
To the world I know
I was just emptying out my heart, but it still remains full.
I have said all that I can say, but it is now that I realize that people hear only what they want to hear, no matter how many times you scream something different into their ears. It is strange, much like human nature. Anyway, I lived today, – Tumisang Ramasu.
U rock ma body u soothe my soul,
Ur voice echoes in my ears my heart dances,
The mention of ur name makes my womanhood flow juices
The rhythm of ur walk gives rise to rhythms in my mind
U speak to me and i feel shivers down my spine…
ARE YOU GOOD FOR ME???
The only diamond is the feeling in my heart!!! Worth a fortune but priceless it is…
Some buy shoes and diamonds to feel it,
I look into ur eyes and i feel it.
Some travel the world to experience it,
I have u in thoughts and i realise it.
My conclusion… Love it is, and the rest will fall into place.
Lately I find myself thinking the influence you have had and still have in my life. This has been triggered by the realisation that everytime I apply myself in daily activities and relationships in my life, I always think about you apply yourself in such situations. Subconsciously I adopt the principles and apply same. Its how you interprete being a woman that inspires me. I realise through you that a good woman loves and cares for her children, her family, her husband, her colleagues and friends, the same way she loves and cares for herself. That she must not be afraid to chase her dreams because there are no limits for her. That life is not always black and white. That her home is an extension of herself and should ALWAYS be representative of who she is. I understand that being fearless is not an option, its a must, and that sometimes putting your neck on the line for a greater good is not such a bad thing.
I have my flaws, lots of them. But I don’t stop learning and taking in what I absorb through your influence. It makes me walk tall and know that I have a purpose in life, and will do well no matter what the circumstances!!!
I just thought of sharing this with you today.
U ARE AN OUTSTANDING woman.
I suppose this would have been perfect to have been sent on Woman’s day, but then again as far as you are concerned everyday is woman’s day!!!!
The heading or topic was written 3 months ago or so.
Days and nights and mealtimes and playtimes and drinking times were filled with work. If they ever existed at all. Tons of work, endless visits to anyone who can shed a light to what seemed like the most exciting mountain to climb yet taking everything out of the body and soul.
Cousins became mentors, best friends became coaches. Good friends became sound boards. Everything stopped. But work.
Until one day, on the freeway, after yet another late night, almost midnight to be exact, everything went fuzzy. Legs went numb. hands trembled profusely and the feet did the only thing they could possibly do, hit the brakes.
When the ordeal was finally over, home safely and sound, relief came in the most unexpected way. A brand new True Love magazine on the kitchen counter and still sealed. Well, anything to take the mind off recent events would definitely be most welcome, unaware that it had the message from God. Clarifying what had occupied the mind for at least 2 weeks before. There was the most difficult turning point that had to be taken.
And this would be the defining point in a lot of ways. The thing is choices are always the most difficult when the obvious choice in the heart just seems like the dumbest choice in the mind.
Stay in the dayless nightless funless drinkless exciting adrenaline filled “NEW” job offering mind spinning OMG that much cash in the bank?
Or move on to where the heart is, and hopefully relief will come in many ways? Even though that dream car may still just be strongly contemplated and saved up for??
Well, the heart always finds its way. Thank God He intervened. Through an article in a magazine.
The mountain is great, when it is fun, and fuzzy still, but mostly when you can still enjoy the ordinary in life. To just be, sometimes. Never for the money, purely for the love.
Once upon a time
There was black and white
Two distinct colours
Two distinct lines
Black this side
White the other side
Black was black, true to the core
Then there was a movement
They called it the rainbow
New spectrum aglow
Did we move forward
Or slid to a new direction
Hating on each other
Black on black,
Not black enough
White on white
Not white enough
New Movement in progress?
Shades of grey
Generation we want it all
And don’t give a shit
Whose toes we step on,
Our souls are the price tag
Give me the moola
I’ll show you what I got
And you can have it all
My soul is all you need.
And you can have it all
Once upon a time there was soul
‘Twas enough to make me whole
now its just a big hole
but there’s still hope
after the storm
there is a rainbow,
maybe I’ll get to see it too.
The gods adore her, adorned her with beauty
Man sees her, ceases the opportunity
Woman envies her, envisions her sways theirs
I love her, move the heaven and earth for her.
She was never made to be like all
Harsh to the world she seems
Sweet and tender she is inside
Not fazed by the compliments
Maintained that which is sacred to her
Drenching with sweat
The runs she longs for bitter sweet
Adrenalin pumping out of every inch of her
Fine curves sculpted into perfection
Men can only think perversion
The muse and inspiration
Lines can’t be defined
Is it a love for a sister
Envy the body and mind so sinister
Improper love and unwanted desire
Love it is, pure, untainted
No need to cross the lines
It is as it should be
This love can’t be lost
Even when not cherished
Its not phased by lack of voice
Conversations take place in silence
In the comfort of the heart
No need to be heard
Where it matters, it is known
And if it isn’t so
It’s still not lost.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!