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A Mother's Love


A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold… Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a “guiding force…” Even if her children’s lives stray “off course.” I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


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Solipsist

Let the Deicide commence.

You're a voyeur at best!
Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest!
And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less
Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence,
And for you there is no forgiveness,
On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies;
The father of lies.

I will never be enslaved in your superiority
The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies.
Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be
Apollo and I will share our dreams,
and you will be forced to see
your failure!

I know who you are...
Readily the first to present your scars
Chained by some despot or mental czar
An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars
Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake
Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate!
 
...And you see me suffering
Not caring of any casualties
Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy
So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways

Solipsist - Is there no one you can see?
Even if she was presented burning?
Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe?
Even if Sophia was screaming?
Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me
Imprisoned in your own  personal reality 




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Your Eyes

 (Dedicated to Folake)

Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.

Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.

May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
 
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.

Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.

Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.


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The Women



The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla)



Pregnant, your husband on the run,
your daughter, a child, a few years old,

they hauled you in, these brutish men,
into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell.



They wanted information, you gave them nothing,
these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter,

and white was right in South Africa back then,

but, you did not cower, you stood resolute,

you, my mother, faced them down, their power,
their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats.



You, my mother, would not, could not break,

You stood firm, you stood tall.

You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall.



You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles,

the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation
from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad,

my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow
up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place,

by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men,
whose skin just happened to be lighter.



You told me many things, as I grew older,
of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder.

You were a fighter, for a just cause,
like countless other South African women,

you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs,
of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow,

you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow.



Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still,
a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life,

all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill.



I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers,

the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land,
who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand.



I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed,
your body interred in your beloved South African soil,

you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder,

of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil.


I salute you!



(for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours,
who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)






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A Very Inviting Temptation

A Very Inviting Temptation! I remember of a particular situation. I was offered a very "inviting" temptation. The situation I was in... I didn't belong! And lost any sense of "right and wrong." At first... I felt no guilt or shame. And brought embarrassment to my family's name. I tried to explain this to my wife and kids. I heard; "Dad... please... no more fibs!" The Godly principles were "tossed to the side," As the sin inside caused arrogance and pride. Soon, all in my life that truly mattered... Was gone! My life was empty and shattered! I was sorry for all of the problems I caused! This time... I took a moment to pause. I cried to God to rescue me from my sin. I confessed! Would God help me once again? I read in the Bible of Jesus’ grace and love! This time the help I needed had to come from above! I asked him for a fresh and brand new start. He removed the stain from a broken heart. He restored to me the joy I once had. I'm so blessed! Jesus has made me glad! Jesus is the reason I'm here today! I LOVE HIM more than words can say! By Jim Pemberton


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What People Were and What People Are

People were
Many things.
Strange or not

People were
Different and
Odd and fun.

People were
Monsters but…
That’s not all

People were
And still are
Strange and odd.

People are
People. For
life is life. 

Yet not.
Not is lies.
Truth seeps from

Every mouth
Lies, lies, lies
Move, move, move

But somehow
Lies prevail.
Lies are life.

Lies are death.
Lies are homes.
Lies are pain.

Lies are truth.
Yet somehow.
Truth prevails.

Truth is life.
Truth is death.
Truth is home.

Truth is pain.
Truth is lie.
Truth is that.

Lies will die.
Lies will cease.
Nevermore.

Truth will live.
Truth will be.
Forever.


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As A Parent I Want My Kids to Serve God


As A Parent, I Want My Kids to Serve God! As a parent, I’m trying the best that I can…. Though there are things that I don’t understand! I remember my parents teaching me right and wrong. And taught that God’s laws certainly belong! I’ve tried to share these values with my kids too… The choices they’ve made, and the things they do! When situations in life, seem to have changed… I know that my heavenly father remains the same! I think about what in life, to my kids, I have given… And pray they’ll serve God all the days they’re livin’! Even though I’ve failed and stumbled along the way… I hope I’ve taught my kids how important it is to pray! This family that God gave to me, has grown over a period of time. I’m thankful for the opportunity to call them “mine.” I pray they’ll seek God’s guidance! Wherever they go! May the word of God strengthen and nourish their soul! And as my kids get older, and they move out on their own… May they seek God’s love and protection over their home! I pray that my children will give God their very best! May they serve him daily! And let him take care of the rest! I’m trying my best, as a parent, to trust Jesus and believe! His goodness, in our lives, is what we need to achieve! By Jim Pemberton


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Life Can Be Cruel

I cannot get into heaven
God I have tried!
Suicide is a double edge sword
Especially when you survive!
Walking the streets at night
Dazed and confused
Longing to be loved
Wondering...
When is Mum, coming for me?

"Does she still love me?"
"Does she still care?"
"Does she still think of me?"
"Does she wonder, where I am?"

I want her to come find me
I want her to say she 'loves me’
I want her to comfort me
I want her to take me home
And keep me safe
And not forget hat I exist
Like the way she treats me now

I wish God 
Could make my Mum
Magically appear
Making this hellish nightmare
On the street
Disappear!

“Send my Mum please!”
So, all this can end!
Before this last ray of hope
Diminishes for good!

I don’t want to become
The walking dead
Forever forgotten as if 
I was never born!
For this is the cruel, harsh reality
Of living life, feeling unloved
Uncared for, abandoned,
Left to fend for my own

A dangerous killer inside me
Eating away, at my soul
Something, no one can see
As I suffer in silence
My insides crippling!

Lost, alone and frightened
Weeping on a dirty
Graffiti park bench
Dirty tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Stuffing newspapers under my jumper
To keep myself warm

“What am I going to do?”

“Will I make it through the night?”
“Will I get raped and beaten?”
"Will I be left for dead?”
“Will I survive
To see another day?

“Is my life worth living?”

Please God, I beg of you
Have mercy now
Please show me the way!


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Medicinal Criminal

You hold my hand
Tears stream, a warm compress placed upon my pale face
Increasing pain, so much fear my heart begins to race
Curled in my own bed
Trying to wrap this absurdity around my aching head
For just two mere miles away is the best E.R.
Now out of reach
It seems so far

I must be seen
For the bill be will so obscene
So young, I want to continue having fun
I’m my insurances bitch, but by no means am I done
Sick at twenty-four
There is an expensive cure

You still hold my hand
Drained from increasing pain
This is why I fight for a certain prop
OR I couldn’t eat
Then DEAD I would drop

Mom you gave me the gift of life
I want to be like you…live long enough to become the perfect mommy and 
wife
Hopefully,  change is in the air
Life can be scary, nauseating and pretty unfair

PROHIBITION! Such a joke
A law based on racism and money
It’s so sad… it is almost funny
Getting sicker, I begin to shake

Fear on your face
A mom ever so frighten
I have to smoke
I get mild relief with a single toke

How ironic… Now I’m not ever so “pure”
For tonight I am just another PPO whore
Sill saying no
You tell me we need to go
You tell me screw the bill
I shouldn’t be thinking about my will
Bags, jewelry, shoes...
Mentally dividing my possessions 
You hold my hand

Carried to the car
It is now time to go to that E.R.
I lay in the hospital bed
No longer in misery, no longer feeling like the living dead
Test run
Necessary, but oh so not fun
Medicine injected, I begin to feel clear headed

You hold my hand and tell me to fight
My inspiration
My best friend
Reminding me who I am
I want to thank you mom
Everything you have done and reminding me I have a voice
You tell me I am anything but weak
You give me endless encouragement to stand up and SPEAK

No one deserves to live in pain
What is wrong with the world today?
Who gets treatment?

First open the wallet!
Now see if you can pay...
I can live a normal comfy life in the ‘burbs
Yet I need relief from medical herbs
Something so minuscule
Keeps me mislabeled as a medicinal criminal...


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I Think of a Time When I Was Young


I can think of a time, when I was young.
I was growing up and having fun! 
I remember how excited I was to have a t.v.
There were my brothers, my parents and me!
I remember at about the age of ten.
My dad thought going to the theater was a “sin.”
There were many things 
that as young man…
 I later began to see, and understand!
My parents shared God’s love the best they could!
And I read the Bible and was trying to be “good.”
I had my troubles…  And problems bear...
But I had a family, and much prayer!
The truth of God’s word helped sustain me!
I knew how much he really loved me!
My parents, may seem like they were “old fashioned.”
They loved their kids!  With a Godly compassion!
I’m thankful to be blessed with a Godly love!
My family was a treasure from heaven above!
I think about today, and how things go wrong.
Many families don’t seem to “get along!”
I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together!
May we all serve him!  Today, and forever!
His love must be the cord that binds!
His will must be the focus of our minds!
May the presence of God bind us as one!
Every mother, father, daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton


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Just One More Time ....Part 2

I pulled the handle,  Just playing for fun, 
But soon became fixated on the excitement it brung
Little did I know, It was the beginning of the end
My addictive passion was playing to win
The flashing lights and arousing sounds
Winning or losing I was completely bound
Amongst myself and the other strays
Just one more time became a common phrase
My wallet grew empty, My bank account cleaned
Temptation had taken it's toll on me
I was Late for work, And some days I called off
I had written bad checks, Just to cover up my loss
No money for the rent, bills or for food
Everything was gone, Gone far too soon
I some how found the strength to get up and leave
But not before I had lost, Lost everything
Now I am left with a half empty tank, No food at home
And no money in the bank
Driving down the freeway, With many thoughts in mind
What kind of person would do this, What kind of person am I
Tears are streaming down my face, Why do I keep making the same mistake
One day my Mom discovered what I'd been hiding inside
When it came time to buy groceries and my pocketbook was dry
I cried my heart out and pleaded for help
She gave me her love, warmth and support
We worked through the motions, I cried so many tears
Because every time I turned around, The urges reappeared
I was so weak, So she offered her strength
She became the payee, Of the bills and the rent
I gave over my money, Each paycheck I earned
And chucked it all up to a hard lesson learned
It's been a few years, Since I've lived in that life
I'm thankful to God, For a Mother so wise
So loving and gentle, Strong and so true
She's part of the reason, I started OVER brand new
The other reason I chose for turning over a new leaf
I realized nothing was more important, Than my daughter who needed me 






It took my Mom giving me so much inspiration and support-Loving me and guiding me, showing
me what I was doing, and me feeling the aftermath of needing necessities and my daughter
wanting me to take her places and buy her things and I was broke because I had gambled it
all away- Harsh reality- I couldn't bare to see the disappointment in her eyes once
more-she is my whole world, I wanted to do so much for her.I couldn't when I was weak-but
little by little I found strength..I realized my worth-We all make mistakes but I have
learned from mine. It wasn't easy but besides my daughter and my mom-The most amazing
support I have is My Lord Jesus Christ- I am stronger now more than I ever was-Now my
daughter is spoiled!


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Tear in My Heart

My mother never knew what to do with me.
I was an obligation that needed to be. 
But I wanted her to love me.
Simply… love… me.
I would do anything to please her.
Wanting her to be proud, I worked hard at everything I did.
But she viewed me as her competition, not wanting to be out done.
Needless to say our relationship wasn’t what I wanted it to be.
I dreamed to have a family of my own to simply… love… me. 
I had a daughter who didn’t live. 
And my mom said someone like me shouldn’t have kids.
Though she didn’t know about my epilepsy and other problems with my health.
Then my life fell apart with hard times everywhere.
I didn’t show it but hidden…my health wasn’t all that good.
My husband’s diabetes affected his mind. And epilepsy was working on mine.
I ignored that fact. I worked hard as my epilepsy kept tearing every thing apart.
Finally with a hard earned job… Fourteen years later I had a son. 
The son I’d always wanted to have.
I was so very proud but was attacked by both health and son, at every turn.
He was wilder than most creating problems everywhere.
He blamed me for everything and everywhere something went wrong.
My health did it again at work as my relationship continued to crumble with my son.
He hated a mother who had to work, had epilepsy, and just wasn’t there for him. 
I was slowly dying when he was 12 and I was 52, when finally I was saved.
That night… I met God and he said I had more to be done along the way.
I came back and did every thing I could to help my wayward and unruly son.
But way before I helped him go to college… I knew I had lost my son.
But his best friend needed a mom so I was there for him.
It seems so strange to tell, but as my son moved out… His best friend simply moved in.
And it’s even stranger to tell that… 
The son who will occasionally smile at me, is someone else’s son.
He’s my heart-adopted son and has brought my first son closer again.
Jesus was always here and… the tear in my heart is gone.


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What's Happening to Marriages Today

What’s Happening to Marriages Today?

I was listening to someone just the other day…
And I couldn’t believe what he had to say!

He had left his wife and children for another!
She was young enough to be his daughter!

Here they were, “in love” and holding hands!
Hoping to soon, get their “wedding bands!”

They were pretending that this was so “cool.”
Living now by their own “set of rules!”

How sick and disgusting this is getting to be!
Is this something that many can’t see?

God gave us Adam and Eve to become one.
To bear fruit through daughters and sons!

He gave us marriage as holy vows are made.
Not to march in an “adulterous parade!”

We are treading on very dangerous ground!
Faithfulness and commitment 
are scarcely found!

The very definition of marriage is changing!
As the family unit is always rearranging!

Our only hope is in Jesus!  And him alone!
Let’s promote his love! Into our hearts and home!

Let’s allow his love to be our heart’s glue!
And bring new meaning to the words; “I love you!”

May his love bind our hearts and lives together!
And remain faithful to each other forever!

By Jim Pemberton    


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come home (first verse)

AS my chest gets pumped by the rescue team
I see my soul slowly hover over the scene
 
my life begins to flash I see me in my youth
stealing candy out the store in my Easter suit

I used to skip Sunday school and the bible lessons
but those vital lesson could have saved my adolescents

my mom stressing I was completely outrageous
my education wasn't between the text pages

was so impatient these streets fed what I was craving 
It left mom weeping and waiting praying and pacing

with total dedication she would sacrifice
I'm out the back with hoodlums in the night

involved with all types of things that won't right
and moms used to gripe about what did each night

but Im in my zone 
Im grown
as a matter of fact I'm gone
leaving mom up waiting for praying for her son to come home


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Hold On To You

Why am I so selfish?
Why do I live for the wrong things?
I am dying inside
Because I refuse to see the light.
I need to say yes,
But I still haven't learned that yet.
I am a fool,
And I am hurting you.
If I would let go of myself,
I would hold on to you.


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Brothers

Brothers


When I look back on my childhood, I recall what it was like growing up with a brother.  He was five years my senior, so agreement on social issues was usually open to discussion.  Like when I would be crying and my mother would ask "Why are you crying" and I would say "He hit me".  Turning to my brother, she would ask " Why did you hit your brother" and he would say "He looked at me" which, to him, was a perfectly valid explanation.  But, there were also the paybacks like when my Mom would ask "Where's your brother" and I would say "He's up in the tree you told him not to climb".  

As difficult as the art of negotiation was, the funny thing is, I always wanted to be with him, much to the chagrin of he and his friends.  Being so much smaller, when teams were chosen for touch football, "touch" being open to interpretation, I was always chosen last, if at all.  And on those occasions when I didn't make the cut, I would go home and tell Mom the kids were being mean to me.  She would sit me on the back steps with a popsicle, and with sticky hands and heavy heart, leave me to contemplate the injustices of my world and eventually come to realize they weren't really all that bad.

When my brother left for college, my initial reaction was one of joy since I would be the benefactor of his bed and his radio.  Life was going to be good until, of course, he actually left. Life changed overnight, and although the loss was temporary, it was the first that I had suffered.  Possession of the things he left behind became symbols, that I valued not because they were mine, but because they had been his. Something I didn't even know existed had been lost.

As we grew to adulthood, each marrying and challenging life independently, we very seldom wrote or called.  We met mostly through occasions of necessity as with the funerals of our parents.  It was odd to find we had not much in common, until our conversations turned to when we were kids. Instantly we shed the years of absence and talked freely and with joy about those times.

Today we are on the last laps of our journeys, with more years behind us then ahead.  But even though our paths were varied, the bond of birth burns within us still.  When I recall our youthful years together, and ask myself why he is so special, I have to steal the phrase that he once used.  “He looked at me”.  I guess that's what big brothers do.


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Sisters of hell

You should be caring 
You should love us 
You should have some respect 
You should not ignore us
Sisters…sisters…
You say you’re sorry 
Today comes you’re not sorry at all
Sisters…sisters…
I try so hardly 
But by all means
You don’t try at all
You’re just there to cause us problems
And whine about you’re fake innocence 
To mom and dad?
How pathetic 
How soulless
You’re always there
To gain what’s best for you
And leave 
You change your tones 
Seeking a joke of ours
You get jealous 
Because of us
You team up against me 
So that no one believes me
How pathetic 
How soulless 
You’re never sorry 
Even if you say it 
I try not to waste life
But you try harder to waste it
I try not seeking you’re attention 
And do what mom says 
Then it’s always me 
I’m the bad guy? 
Hell no 
I didn’t do a thing
But thus
They always believe you…
Of you’re fake tears 
They always do…
I’m glad I’m not fake 
Unlike you!


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Anniversary

It was a day that was set so deep back in her past
For as of today it was such a dark contrast
But soon after Roe vs Wade had eked into law
This poor woman would experience her greatest fall

So as each new year so intrepidly passes her by
All those questions only grow louder as to why
And just as tomorrow will soon be here
None of these answers have ever become clear

There is nothing she can change or anything she can do
Except maybe telling her story to someone like you
For tomorrow is going to be a very long day
But it will be for young women like you that this woman will pray

For even though thirty eight years have now since past
Each year gets harder to take than the last
If anyone ever offers you an anniversary like mine
I pray to God that you will instinctively decline


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MOMMA ..SAID

HE'S ON HIS KNEES WITH HIS FACE
ALL BUSTED UP. THE MEN IN THE
STATE PEN JUMPED HIM ONCE AGAIN.

NOW, HE SPENDS MOST OF HIS TIME
PRAYING. THAT GOD WILL GIVE HIM
SOME RELIEF FROM THE MEN IN THE
DENIM JEANS......

HIS MOM RAN A TIGHT SHIFT.
SHE PUT HIM OUT ON THE STREETS.
FUSSING AND FIGHTING WAS SOMETHING
HE LIKE TO DO.HIM AND HIS CREW.
NOW, HE'S DOING A TWENTY YEAR BID.

FOR SOMETHING ANOTHER KID DID. HAD
HE LISTEN ONCE OR MAYBE TWICE.TAKE
NO HEED TO WHAT MOM HAD TO SAY.I'LL
DO IT MY WAY......

SAGGING PANTS AND SKIPING SCHOOL
WAS THE THING TO DO.HANGING WITH
THE CROWDS MADE HIM FEEL PROUD,
BUT WHERE ARE THE CROWDS NOW?
THAT YOU ARE DOING A TWENTY YEAR
BID. PULLING UP YOUR PANTS IS
WHAT YOU DO NOW.

THINKING OF HOW YOU CAN KEEP THE
MEN IN THE PRISON BLUES OFF YOU. 
YOUR EARS ARE OPEN NOW.REFLECTING
UPON THE THINGS THAT MOMMA SAID..... 


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Lullaby To My Children

Hush for now... Go to sleep
A new day will soon arrive
Always know that... I'll love you
And your mother does too
No matter what... we will always
Love you just the same
You are special... created from love
And we won't give you away

Don't let others... discourage you
For they don't... love you like we do
Just remember... my love won't fade from you
And be sure to... cherish your mom like I do...

Unlike other... parents
We won't just disown you
Even if you've... done bad
The love will still be there
Though it may... seem like
We don't when we punish you
But always know... that we only
Do because we love you

Don't worry for now... You'll understand soon
Just wait until... You have little ones like you
In due time you'll... Know how we feel
For this is how... True love really is...

Just remember... my love won't fade from you
And be sure to... cherish your mom like I do
Don't let others... discourage you
For they don't... love you like we do
In due time you'll... Know how we feel
For this is how... True love really is...