Why reciprocal love ?
Whenever injustice and
Discrimination operate,
Many people fall in the deep pit.
Hard to come out,
Hard to stand ,
Hard to voice out ,
Hard to be heard,
Hard to develop,
Anger and tears turn to be
Daily bread of most victims.
Violent taughts feel the mind of victims.
Why reciprocal love?
When some people passed through a lot in life,
They will always need more love to recover,
Reciprocal love is their best healer,
Reciprocal love means True love.
As Jesus Christ said, " love your neighbour as you love yoursel"
True love can easily driving out the spirit of revenge in some people.
True love can easily destroy the spirit of oppression in some people.
Share true love to heal some people out there.
February 20 /2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
We all have our moments when we down
When we've either fallen out of grace
Or when we just having a hard time taking off
Times when you just about to give up on everything
And in those purest moments all we need at times
Is someone who'd be with us through the storm
Wait it out with us in the rain and the cold
Cause they believe in us, they believe we can
And in those dark times all we need is some light
Some hope that there's something better ahead
Even when the journey there seems long
But it's the hope that gets us going
And in those weak times where the mind is frail
Devoured by failure that it can't just deliberate
When all it can is second guess it's every step
Making us even drag some more through the mud
The PO£T
They were jumping and scooting and sliding on their rear.
It’s mama! One squeaked, and they stopped in middle of high gear.
Daddy was glad, for he was ready to read from a story book.
False alarm! One said, and they jumped up giving him a sly look.
They were using their bed as a trampoline, having a wonderful time.
Daddy tried to get them to settle down, offered them a dollar, a dime.
Just then their sly mother stuck in her curious radar of a head.
Why in the world, she asked the daddy, are these mice not in bed?
Hard time create strong men
The times are hard
No wonder am better
I keep living
And watching the world
As it pass with it marks
And symbols
It messages are clear
Sometimes it bleed good
Sometimes it shows negative
Yet life still goes on
It circle still continue
The inhabitants of the world
Keep displaying the acts of gravity
The stronger keep getting stronger
While the weak are left were they belong
If is hard
Then be stronger
There is no other remedy
There is no other way
You just have to deal with it
Hard times create strong men
Times are hard now
But men are men
There are men born for this time
And if you are alive in this era
Your are lucky
Cos it time to stand on something
Or nothing
Every time has it identification
What does your time say now
Cant you see the sun is risen
The night is over my friend
The times are harder now yet
Hard times create strong men......
If is hard
Then be stronger
There is no other remedy
There is no other way
You just have to deal with it
Hard Time,
The Reward For His Good Time.
By: Tom Wright
1/16/03
It all started innocently enough,
maybe it was peer pressure, or perhaps curiosity.
At any rate, he knew better,
but he didn't think a couple of drugs would be that bad,
for a lot of his friends were doing it.
Kids from good families, some, even church kids.
So when asked, he tried it.
After all, he was a star athlete, and in the "In" crowd.
But little did he know, the things that were to follow.
Prison Boot Camp, made his life most unbearable.
He thought that he would just have a good time,
and ended up doing hard time.
I know of others from his circle of friends,
who also were incarcerated, while others died.
To support his habit, he lied, cheated, and stole.
He destroyed family relationships and now feels alone.
Drugs, necessitated that he go for the easy money,
should have kept his job and family,
which he no longer has.
Funny thing, he thought he could handle it,
but then, I suppose everyone does.
Now, I pray, he sees that Sin is progressive,
always leading to something else.
Sin, took him farther than he wanted to go,
and kept him longer than he wanted to stay.
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I tie the perfect noose
Pull tight on the cord
Kick the chair from underneath me
As my feet both touch the floor
I take the electric toaster
Set it on the edge of the tub
Knock it into the water
But forget to plug in the plug
Laid myself down on the train tracks
Waiting for the 9:05
Little did I know my watch had stopped
Right at a quarter till 9:00
I step out into traffic
Sure this is my last deed in life
Not knowing it was a crosswalk
And I was at a red light
I found the tallest building
On my city block
Made my way to the top floor
Where none of the windows unlocked
Never had such a hard time in life
Trying to do myself in
Apparently I need a new tactic
Apparently I need a new plan
Think I'll just go to bed
Catch me some much needed winks
Maybe when I wake up
I'll have died in my sleep
Schism between us.
Two lay, where there once was one.
I reach out to you.
its been up and down
i feel like a clown
buc sucess am bound
its in my mind
tho am going thur
HARD TIMES
Distractions that are trivial,
have kept this poet sane.
Through passing seasons,
counted hours,
daydreams like waters rained.
I've doetted on the little things,
to advert those inner eyes.
for they know my darkest secrets,
concealed in pretty lies.
My days are numbered in this cell,
My "time" slips quickly by,
I view myself in passing pools,
reflections in prisoner's eyes.
Driven by the ambition for my life
pain seems to follow me at every turn.
It follows me to the end
of my and in every concern.
It leaches on to me like
a parasite or an unwanted ghost.
When all I want is to escape
but always end up a gracious host.
A prisoner in my own life
feeling caged in a field of trees.
A free man by society but inside
im a weaping boy on his knees.
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