Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrs. atmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications
Love your self...
In my heart you will always stay.But I know your there
watching over me.I know your by my side.But I still
miss you.Just because I can't see you.I know your
there.You whisper in my ear and say your still my
little girl.But I know I will see you again.
Daddy the alcoholic,
every single day,
full and countless glasses,
help him please, and bring my daddy back to me.
Count the stars one by one an put one
in your pocket.
Give it a kiss and name an place it in
If your star should ever lose its shine
just give it another kiss an you will
that your star will always be near to
keep you strong an to never have a
If your star should ever loss its
Just give it another kiss and whisper
If your star should ever get weak just
give it another kiss and a promise you'll
But if the day should ever come that you
forget your stars name
Dont feel bad or feel any shame
Just give it another an you will reacall
that the only name for your star will
always be baby doll
It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving it. He has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazing. But one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleats. I still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them on. Ever since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the field. The playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our faces. Having a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponent. So yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teams. I do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connection. I love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.
A boy needs a Grandpa,
for man-to-man talks.
To go hand in hand,
on companionable walks.
To fix up his toys,
when they no longer go.
To tell him the things,
little boys want to know.
A boy needs a Grandpa,
to show him the way.
To handle a puppy,
to teach him fair play.
To impart bits of wisdom,
he's learned through the years.
That it's no disgrace,
for a man to shed tears.
A boy needs a Grandpa,
to sit on his lap.
And if no one is looking,
they take a wee nap.
Each wrapped in an aura,
of love and esteem.
Each smiling gently,
at some special dream.
By William P. Darnell Sr.
you think I got listen to you,
you just my kids father,
there noting between me and you,
it seem the words take you back to court is your favorite words,
get this Sheena Shenia Jackson isn't scare of no court system or even you,
its just a word that is there,
so if you ask me you just things to make women scared im not scare of you like I use to,
I have became stronger and wiser,
I have the Lord behind me,
I believe in him very strong,
so if you want to bring me back to court lets do this now,
you are just a man that God put on this earth,
and I fear no man, no woman and no body,
I am a King child forever,
by : Sheena Shenia Jackson
May 23, 2013
My father had this car, not very expensive but very fast. It was old, it was squared, it was blue… a Grand Marquis it was. My dad used to wash it whether it rain, snow or shine. It was right on the garage, I remember, not too close, not too far; it was nice and clean, it was his most special thing. It was old; it was a blue squared Grand Marquis. He loved to drive it, he loved to race it, and everybody in the family embraced it. A day came by, the Grand Marquis he let me drive. At first, I was nervous, I was stressed, I was pretty upset; at last, I was excited, I was thrilled… I was fascinated. This was my first time I drove a car, and even it was my first driving experience, it wasn´t so hard. I loved it, I raced it, just as my dad used to train me. Suddenly, technology came by my door and a portable telephone was installed on the floor. It was the first “not home phone” that I saw, It was the first portable phone in my home. It felt strange, it felt kind weird, it felt as if the world was getting newer and newer, and I was getting older and older, it felt as if the world was spinning and spinning and I was steady and steady; it felt so strange that when I realized, it had went out of range. My father used to race, he loved speed, he loved adrenaline, and of course… he loved me. My mother got scared when he drove the Marquis, she used to scream, shout, yell and cry, she used to dislike it and get out of it, she used to get cranky and sometimes angry. Then, another new artifact came by. What? A trailer horn? Yes indeed, a trailer horn was put in place. There it was, this shiny brass, there it was, this noisy trash. We used to have fun with it, I remember, I remember; we used to laugh scaring people, Oh medieval boys we were! So there it was, this lovely car, shinny, brilliant and old. It was lovely, it was squared, a blue Grand Marquis it was. I would remember it forever, I would never forget it, I would save all the memories and I would smile when the memory come by. With or without the artifacts… we would miss it, we would miss it.
We began so little and young,
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.
Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now,
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced.
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say,
Nothing lasts forever.
Standing in the center of my father’s village
Is a mysterious corn mill
Which produces the worst of flour
Even when served with the best of corns of the land
So in hunger, his offspring always weep
Across the coast off my father’s village
Lies this giant but old corn mill
Which receives grains from father’s fields
To produce flour, honey and milk
To serve and fill the mouths of its offspring
Sometimes to the benefit of those not his offspring
So why should the corn mill of my father breed the worst?
Without a lesson from him that mills across the coast
While the children of the land grow pale and frail
The pawpaw’s bridegroom dances and waves
Is it the chorus of the tunes that spreads loud from its wings?
Or it’s a heritage that needs to be preserved to appease the gods
So when would the miseries of my siblings come to rest
Should I send spies to the corn mill we were once forced to build
Or awake the doors of the gods with a penny
To discover the corn mill and my father’s destiny
A Man will admit to his wrongful doings & not commit to lifestyle of a fool,
A Man takes pride in strength & uses his mind to be his exercise tool,
He is not the person to be rude to define his mite,
A Man is not a burden but the reason for life,
He lives to be for certain,
He will make sure his responsibilities are kept,
His habits are; victory, thought provoking, self sufficient,
Even though Men struggle... A Man will guarantee a will "to make it,"
In fact A Man will make sure his name is mention with exceptional etiquitte,
So when you see A Man with his family his manhood will be evident,
When you look into his face you will see the greatness in his eyes,
A Mans creation is heaven sent,
And not just some guy,
His expression will show a hidden direction,
A smile that displays a beautiful struggle but don't just look at him & stare,
Wonder what it takes to be A Man in a world surrounded by beautiful females & how beneficial it is to have Men here.
Lost in this wilderness. .
I feel like a scared child...
Everyone seems so raw n wild...
No one to hear my cry in distress..
I search for your hand to hold..
To guide me to a place where I worry no more..
Am so scared, that a shiver runs down my body n soul. .
As tears drop from my eyes..
All I hear is there laughter, n see them smile..
Lost in the wilderness...
I feel scared like a small child....
I got a call from a not so stranger
He said, for me he was born in a manger
Treated with spite and hate
Just so am saved from my ill fate
Hung on a tree for birds to feed
The same kind of tree his father met his need
Spat on, beaten, bruised and abused
This he said was for me not to be used.
He told me of His compassion
His unending love and heart full of passion
To see me redeemed
From a fate to which I was doomed
He reminded me of His concern
Even when I seemed not to learn
From my past mistakes and failures
And each I time get into a snare
In my ear he whispered
'Son' is what I deciphered
The voice of a father calling His own
Telling me to go back home.
Secret I Keep
All these years hiding.
Been keeping the secret that's lying.
Can't forgive myself what i have been doing
Declined the love that you're giving.
Everyday i weep in despair.
For my love for you, i did not share.
Gave the best you can, but did not see.
Has pretended, that you were there for me.
I was blinded and insensitive.
Just how long can you forgive?
Kind of curse i feel like hell.
Living in sorrow it's hard to tell.
Memories of you it's all i have.
No one could give the thing called 'love'.
Only you and you alone.
Pretending you were here inside this home.
Quit is not my thinking.
Restore the past, why can i not bring?
Since you've been gone it's never been me.
Tried to be happy i pretended to be.
Unleash this nightmare, oh go away.
Vanish! It's all i pray.
Whisper in silence in where you lay.
Xanthorrhoea with you to stay.
Yearning for you cannot wait longer.
Zeal of your love and i feel better.
for you i have been missing,
you are short of a prayer,
this domain they have spoken is cold but a stare,
for hand that i reach is short of a friend,
so trust me my fellow this is where it shall end,
the blood river flows and colder as it grows,
for my heart is the lands or prosperity as it shows,
a riddle for you my love,
its as pretty as a dove,
think of my father that force me from above,
I am the rich, powerful and the great,
i am the one that has taken your chance of all fate,
I open the gate,
for the children that have been freed to the father of all hate.
Your simple mind is ascending, my souls buried in the dirt.
The pain is never ending, your getting recognition you dont deserve.
Your simple mind is blind, blinded by the fear of defeat.
Its here you give no mind, to destinies others may meet.
Your simple mind is cruel, my minds a warm entity.
No one else mattered to you, mentally or physically.
Your simple mind has much pride, like a king on his throne.
It cant except the time, its name was engraved into stone.
I'll never forget, such a simple mind was still my blessing.
May you peacefully rest, within the luxuries of heaven.
My roots are were love begins gram paw was my best friend
Always loving and caring for me till the end
We always talk loved an shared to each other everything
As I walk to the stone that bears his name it's only a small reminder
Of his love he showed an the tear that I shed from pain
We were best of all friends never new till the end
He showed me everything I no pleas lord send me to heaven so I can see him agin
I grew up on a farm that was his whenever I needed to cry he lint his arm
Never backing down from me when I did right or wrong alway their
Showing me what life should be he was my true friend even past the end
I love you papaw till we meet agin my gram-paw and best friend
Thou shall not pull thy sisters hair. Thou you shall chew thy food.
Thou shall not stay out until Midnight. Thou shall be in a better mood.
Though shall not answer me back. Thou you shall brush thy hair.
Though shall not wear that in public. Thou you shall behave in here.
Thou shall not give me cheek and run as fast as thou art.
Though shall not rush thy homework. Though you shall begin from the start..
Thou shall not scream at every opportunity no mater if thy lungs be strong.
Thou shall not dance in tantrum. Thou you shall stay home where you belong.
Thou shall not eat me out of house and home. Though you shall get a job.
Thou shall not sit round like a bum. Thou you shall turn into a slob.
Thou shall not fight with your sister. Thou you shall give her a cuddle.
Though you shall not bunk away from school. Or Thou shall be in a muddle.
Thou shall not make noise while soaps are on, if you know what's good for thy ears.
Thou shall not blame your brother, Thou you shall see his tears.
Thou shall not ever worry, Thou I am here for you.
Thou shall not ever be sad. Thou you shall be happy It's true.
Thou shall not ever fret, even though we shall have our fears.
Thou shall never be alone. Thou you shall know we care.
Thou shall always have a life, Though u shall be happy and care.
Thou shall not have a problem alone. Thou you will know we are near.
Thou shall not take for granted, That shall be full of pride.
Though shall never wish for more, with thou family by thou side
By Shirley Moody
The Hardest Thing I Will Ever Say
by Willie J. Rathbone
I haven't always been there
to teach you to do good
or given you my wisdom
the way a father should
so before this escalates
to where you're feeling hate
please listen for a moment
to what I have to say
in the past I've made mistakes
I'm in jail for what I've done
so when your mother says, I went away
you'll know the truth my son
I've spent my whole life lying
and hustlin' was my work
right now there's no denying
all the people that I've hurt
to save you from the same
you really must believe
the hardest thing I will ever say
is don't ever be like me
The look on your
Tells me everything I need to know
I'm a disgrace to you
What can I do
To make you proud of me?
I'll do it for you
Just tell me how.
I look for your love
In the depths of your eyes
I see nothing
Please tell me why.
Dad, it's me
Your little girl
You brought me here
Into this world
Yes, I'm though
But my heart on the floor
I've had enough
I can't take it anymore.
You have guided me right from the start
So when I tell you that I love you I mean it with all my heart
Your love and support along the way
Is what has made who I am today
You are a loving father in more ways than one
And I'm so proud to be called your son
We have a father , Son bond that can't be broken
And to me this is a huge token
You give so much and ask for nothing in return
And that is what I have grown up to learn
If everyone had a chance to have a father like you
The world would be so much better because of you
I Love you DaD
Today is your birthday Daddy
I miss you so much
All I wish for is one last hug
To be held tight in your arms and feel safe again
And for you Daddy to take all my pain
Life is hard since you've gone
I've never felt so alone
I try so hard to stay strong
But things seem to go wrong
Your love and guidance showed me the way
But now I'm lost and walking a stray
I need to see you one last time
So I can have peace of mind
You were a magical father in every possible way
That's why I prayed to God and asked if you could stay
If I could of had you for a little longer
I know in my heart I would have been stronger
God said he needed you but I needed you more
You walked towards heaven and God closed the door
I knew I would never see you anymore
I yelled out to you Daddy please stay around
Then I collapsed on the ground
You turned and gave me one last kiss
And that is what I miss
I love you Daddy today , forever and always
son you are not morethan your thoughts
you cannot out-run your thoughts
son you are not morethan your vision
oh yes! you cannot journey farther than your inner sight
son listen to the wise words of your father
you are not morethan your dreams
yes you cannot reach heights above your dreams
“She was mine” was all he thought
His spark was gone, forever had seemed so long
The gleam in his eye, dulled as days went by
He’d been trying hard to carry on, she was two months gone
He could no longer cry, all life was now, was a lie
His sadness growing deeper, as the world continued to fly by
His girl was gone now, his reason and purpose no longer around
For years he cared, he couldn’t show, but those actions spoke louder than any words
she would’ve known
His poor tired soul began to appear on his face
His heart numb from losing the one love that who with, his life had begun
Now it was his time to start, for in his heart, he knew……
They wouldn’t be far apart.
Dedicated to the memory of my Grandparents
William Lee Neeland Sr. 02/22/27 – 07/10/04
Pauline Sue Neeland 07/27/46 - 12/24/03
with all my love, #2
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