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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Woman I Know.

Being forced to stand the street corner selling her everything to survive
Stripping down on the stage to scrape them dollars to feed her kids
The single one working long hours, holding more than one job just to make ends meet
Them you know nothing of...
Of the endless nights crying themselves to sleep
Worrying about tomorrow
Wondering if they will live to see the light of another day
Praying in silence that they kids going be brought up right and proper
Making sacrifices that go unannounced and unrecognized
But just knowing that somewhere and somehow
Things will get better, they just have too.

I'm talking to the beautiful woman in the corner of the dark room
Unconfident and insecure from all the verbal and physical abuse
Know that he may not love you but continuously beat you, and throw offensive slurs
I'm telling you that I love you unconditionally 
I'm calling to the young lady standing at the ledge, ready to throw it all in, calling it quits 
I can see that you've been to hell and back
I know that you're hurting, from the time that you've invested, all the love that you gave unrequested
Now you are left standing in the cold, your world upside down
Feeling ripped off and betrayed
Woman, what ever you decide to do, don't go down that way
Because I love you regardless of what you've been through




To the single mother playing cards with time and negotiating with matters of the heart
Not being able to sleep because she doesn't have the time to weep or even think about what went wrong
That she can't function properly on a day to day basis
Wracked from worry and fatigue from the daily ordeals of raising her kids without complaint
Knowing that she's sacrificed everything about her for a better future
Even when he stormed out and didn't want to take a second look back at the kids that he left
I understand what you're dealing with, a father to your kids who called it quits
Woman stand tall, you are enough, and these times will pass too.
Rest assuredly that when you feel as if no one seems as they care
I care for you, and I pray for you, this is the least I could do.


She's been crying non stop
But having to pull herself together to walk out the door and continue on with life
She was once a wife, just recently widowed
Can't see anything clearly only a world full of strife.
Because life to took her husband and left her all alone to live the rest of her years with a memory so dear
Woman, though you can't see it,
One day I hope you believe it,
Soon and very soon you will smiling and happily in love once more.
Allow yourself to grieve and breathe
Then continue to live. It's always how it's supposed to have been.


You're capable of so much that you don't realize. The first step is to try. 

Thursday, November 10, 2011

from various love notes...

What I have to offer are words that fall short of explaining what words cannot justify for you.
That this void between you and I is the immense space of darkness.
Like planets and stars you and I are,
You the star and I the planet,
That your grace and beauty I cannot comprehend.
In the darkness you spark life on the dull planet.
You inspire and I admire.
But as planet and stars are,
We remain in this eternal dance in the void of space
Never touching or intertwining,
As it's collision will be deadly and disastrous,
But a sight of excellent beauty for others to see.
But one cannot exist without the other you see,
If this may be,
Then we become nothing more but floating rocks in the void of space,
Just existing without purpose.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

L.I.F.E

Years after my undergraduates studies and the various religious retreats I have attended, I now understand what LIFE is. I am still learning with new encounters in my life at this point, however, I was sitting here staring at the blank page on my laptop with the word "LIFE" typed on it, made me search backwards in time for answers. 

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Spiritual Crash...

Woke up in the morning riding on roller coaster
Midway to heaven, half way to hell

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Over it.

Mundane. 
Consistently doing the day to day as if it was makin a dfference, takin a shovel out into the field to dig a pit so deep as if to lie in it. 
Maybe just once, i'd break the mundane and become insane. 
Drunk with chaos and high on disaster. 

Shut out!

You're screamin in my ear
Yellin in my face
Tellin me that I'm a waste of a life
Sayin that I bring nothin but strife

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

From Random Conversations

Sitting at a Buger King out in Aikahi my good buddy Justin asks me, why so down? What's bothing you? I couldn't explain what it was that i was feeling. Newly appointed to take on a task greater than myself and battling with the overload of my mundane paper load every Monday to Friday, I was trying to find the right description to express what I was feeling. I had to dig deep in a matter of seconds to sort out the mixture of feelings that swelled inside.