Life is so crazy/
Death so busy it never get's lazy/
Thoughts blurred and blinded by true lies that they always get hazy/
The mother ****ing devil is always trying to chase me/
But I'm stronger than that I won't ever let *****like that ever ****ing faze me/
I no longer care if any muther ****ers want to over or under rate me/
I've already been ****ing up on my own lately/
I take your ****ing criticism greatly/
*****es I'm too real for any of you fake mother ****ers to fake me/
I'm too ****ing still in God's foundation to let the devil shake me/
I'm the general, the king of my own *****nobody can't ever break me/
**** what people say for I am the maker of my own *****people can't ever make me/
I'm the leader and deliverer of my own *****you can never take me/
Who want to question *****about *****mother ****ers thats why I'm Writer Crazy.....
We missed you my sweetheart
many years away from us
You left when you were twelve
Now look at you!!
You have grown like a tree.
Here you are more handsome
Educated to the highest level
You went overseas to get education
I am proud of you my love
You are going to lift this family
We are proud of you.
Go to the courts my love
Rule with justice without haste
Let the sky be your limit
Do not listen to bad people
Work with zeal my love
Never give up to the end.
By Vincent Omondi
What makes a great mom,
Is love from the heart.
You’re a great mom.
We try our best,
To raise our children right.
Teach them wrong and right.
Guide them in the right direction.
Even in the good and bad times,
We still love them with all are hearts.
They have our hearts,
Even when they grow up.
A love from a child is forever,
It’s a gift from god,
Also the greatest love.
We raise our sons and daughters right,
It shows and will always show.
My mystic mirror
Shades silver stones simultaneously
Later, light leaked
Sleep splashed sincerity
Amidst an aesthetic
smile, stood shining stars
I immediately identified
who was welcoming
morning marvelously; My mother...
Sleep slept, smiles spread
The Church cannot forget her mission
Was made possible by the Motherhood of Mary
Who conceived and bore a Son
Who is God from God
True God from True God
Mary is truly the Mother of God
Whose motherhood as the vocation to motherhood
Bestowed by God on every man raised to its highest level
Thus, Mary becomes the mother of the Church and to be New Eve
The mother of believers, the mother of the living
I always wanted to be an aritist....in my heart I knew I always was one. I really
need to go to New YOrk and paint abstract art. My Mother and Father are real
talented. My Mother is an Artist. I guess I got it from her. I will never be as good
as her. of course I have my own style. I Know I am better I really can excel at
things ya know I could be all american. I ran track and did some things with
which I considered to be my friends it was a wonferful excellent time. I will
always cherish it. Now with my disease I have dreams and nightmares.
A mother does more,
Then just take care of there kids.
We go out of our way for our kids,
Even as a single mom.
We try to give our kids everything we can.
We try to give our kids the best we can.
No matter how tired we are,
We get up for our kids.
No matter how much pain will in,
We fight through it.
No matter how hard it is,
We still stand strong.
No matter what,
A mother’s love is one of a kind.
We love our kids with all are hearts,
for this girl of 6,
so lost and unfree,
her father abandon her,
"where are you daddy?"
scared to the flesh ,
she searches her home,
looks at the id,
no one called on the phone,
as she finally stops,
she gives into herself,
she knows hes gone,
nd left her in hell,
the tears fall down,
as she covers her eyes,
her face gets redder,
as she crys and crys,
"mommy is dead"
"lying on the floor"
"its all your fault daddy"
"i love you no more"
as she quietly shivers,
she remembers the past,
her mom was at home,
he shot her ass,
"whyd you do it daddy"
"whyd you shoot mommy"
"how could you do it",
"when you loved her softly"
so she went on her life
and remembered as she grew up,
"i hate you daddy"
"i hate your guts".