I can do it by Paulin Zihindula Muchiza.
If i know the thing i'm doing, i can do it.
If I trust my self i can do it.
i'm not, Afraid of any thing that I'm doing, because I know God is with me.
Any thing that I'm doing in my life
I put God first because I love him.
Every body can do any thing they want and we can help one another to
Ashive our dreams.
Every time i am down and depressed,
My hand pickes up the razor,
As I stared at the razor blade inside that shelf, so satisfying. The bright lights in that bathroom casted my stare over the silver blade. My mind continues to say, "This may be the last time, if you finally cut deep enough."
So I try my best not to make a sound
Heart pounding,My mind fills with thoughts like a marry go around-I am so confused,
what to do next? Do I spare myself another day? Is that the easy way out or is it just my thoughts on that marry go round?
I just dont know what to do!
"If you don’t do it now then you’ll never do it for yourself." These words repeated in my head and just like that the sound of little feet come running down the hall and out the bathroom I go.
We'll have to start over
Because we no longer exist,
I'm in LOVE and in PAIN with that razor blade
People called me timid
Because I go slowly
Moving step by step
According to the
Rhythms of nature
Because I believe in
The law of balance.
I do my best then relax
I don't try to force things
I always go easy on me
Zechariah 4:6, not by might,
Nor by power, but by thy spirit
Aggression births digression
Digression hinders progression.
Clarity yields results
Self hostility hinder prosperity
You're your own resolution
Endow yourself with worth
Not desperation for results
Be determined with the process
Time is the ultimate guide
Do it according to your pace.
If the destination truly belongs to you,
then you must have the courage to walk alone.
Not every dream is found in the comfort of a crowd,
some are earned in silent rooms where no one is watching.
A lifetime can be wasted searching for someone to save you.
Become your own strength, your own support, your own reason to keep moving.
Yes, there will be days when you stand completely alone,
but I have learned to turn my loneliness into my greatest power.
There will be nights when even you begin to doubt yourself,
when every step feels heavier than the last.
In those moments, gather the broken pieces of your courage,
stand up once again, and return to your work.
So keep walking,
even when no one walks beside you.
Do not stop,
even if the whole world stands against you.
Because greatness never waits for a crowd.
It is built by those who create their own path,
and by the time the world finally notices them,
they are already far beyond the horizon.
God the Father
said the Word
and all things
were made
through Jesus Christ
His Son
the Word of God
and all things
God made
have a sound
unique
to each being
the sound of
Jesus our God
the music
of the universe
My conscience was most harried,
I tried to make it work but tarried.
For ten years I stayed married -
our boy was so meek and mild -
saying, I'll do it for the child.
Our family home was filled with stress,
professionals tried to find redress,
but this silent, hostile mess,
wasn't good for our son,
but I stuck with what I'd begun.
The counselor said that I should stay,
stick to it, don't throw it away,
it's better for the child that way,
and because of these fears,
I stayed for ten long years,
but I couldn't finish what I did begin.
I was too weak and I gave in,
and because of this awful sin,
later, we all smiled.
It was better for the child.
poetry crawls out of my dreams and shakes her head
she entices me with a line that wakes me up in a weird way
disoriented, all I know is that I need to grab a pen or a computer
she gives me no freewill; I am her captive, her prisoner.
My fingers are itching to either write or type
we do not care which anymore; but poems are making noises
shaking shimmering shabby chic missives exploding in our mind
I say our, so I can include Trixie, my muse, who is persnickety
She insists on getting paid credit. To not do this would be suicide.
I would die a slow death, under her warm tutelage.
no one has a muse any more persistent or insistent than Trixie.
She forces me to do her bidding; I am her minion.
Happy to do it, Trixie, truly, I am.
Snicker Snicker
Connection.
Dots scattered—
Unclear,
What will they become?
Pen in hand, unerasable.
The next stroke—
unknown.
The future—
a blank canvas.
One chance to fill it.
No rewinds.
Brush and color in hand.
Beauty or ugly.
Satisfied or not.
Every line and stroke
Your decision.
Right or wrong,
Good or bad.
People will only see the end.
So make it for yourself.
With no regret.
Make it worth it.
People ask how do you do that?
I have no answers
I just do it
writing comes naturally
as does cartooning and painting
poetry was a bit trickier for me
I studied the various types of poetry first
maybe because I wanted to get it right
or maybe because it did not seem natural
how do I do it?
I am not sure.
I just do it.
Ain't Nuttin' 2 It But 2 do It
Seems like you always get started on nothin'/On your way to nowhere/
Tryin' to do somethin'/so you say/
Better get to it before you lose it/'Cause ain't nuttin' to It but to do it/
So give me a holla/
Give me a shout/Gettin' with It is what It's all about/Maybe your nowhere will lead to somethin'/if your nothin' becomes a somethin' in a positive way/
Cause ain't nuttin' to It but to do It
Gondola was prepared to welcome you
You desired the white clouds instead
A void settled on the palm of my hand
The bird too couldn't unfold its wings
________________
6 September 2025
Can we do it together?
“Hi! How are you?” an Indian lady asked me.
After work, I left the building of my workplace.
She also worked there. Just in a different department.
This company is in Greenford. Very nice. It is in London.
“Do you have children? Do you have a family?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t”, I answered. “Can we do it together?” she asked.
I laughed and then walked to the bus stop. It happened many years ago.
She was very young. Innocent. She lived in Hayes, and I lived in Wembley.
I often think of her honest, pure glaze and beautiful black eyes. Hmm.
But I don’t know where she is now. Hmm. Too late. I was very stupid. Live alone
Start it, like only you can
Say it, like only you can
Sing it, like no one else can
Write it, like only you can
Teach it, like no one else can
Listen to him/her, like only you can
Love him/her, like no one else can
Live it, like only you can
Play it, like no one else can
Pray it, like only you can
Preach it, like no one else can
Finish it, like no one else can
We think that by keeping busy
and having a million and one things to do,
the Grim Reaper will walk on by and forget us.
By keeping our nose close to the grind,
our eyes won't meet and lock on his,
meanwhile ignoring the bell that sounds
for other unsuspecting souls.
In the meantime we keep on keeping
our nose to the grind and our eyes
locked on the targets of tasks at hand.
No end in sight to jobs to do
No time to die today
We're way too busy
Plans are endless
The list grows longer when
it should be winding down
It's a race to the finish line
and time is the stopwatch
with a fickle trigger finger
AP: 2nd place 2025
What a joke, to live in the foreign land
Can’t go from here, and I can’t stay
Still I can enjoy to a great extent
Little wonders of this beautiful day
Beneath the lilac trees in full bloom
I sit near home on the bench, idly gazing
At the sunlit lilacs, inhaling their perfume
Oh the bittersweet note feels amazing
How exciting that moments of peace still come!
What a thrill to get some contraband sun!
I can beat an imaginary snare drum
Without efforts required for the real one
I’ve a loophole to slip into secret life
In your pleasant country or anywhere else
I won’t make any kind of political strife
Won’t throw my coins in the wishing wells
I’ve got a shopping bag at my foot
In a moment I’ll get up and go upstairs
Maybe I haven’t done the best I could
Do it better, and let me know if you care.
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