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Orphan you poor thing
Orphan you poor thing,
So you are all alone now, no mom, no dad, just you
I know dear, I know that in this point in time life seems meaningless
I know you feel rejected, unwanted,
Could it be because of the people around you?
Orphan you poor thing,
There you are sitting in a dark room all by yourself,
Swimming in a pool of salty water from your eyes
Wishing mommy and daddy were there with you.
You sit there alone, you fear the dark, and you fear the night,
Each night brings you a new terrible reality of nightmares.
Out to hurt you? Out to rip you off you who know? They just might.
Child, you know by now that all that glitters is not gold,
People you thought loved you, will live you out in the cold,
The love they had for you when your parents were still alive,
That love has suddenly grown old,
And like all the old things, the love will vanish into thin air without a trace.
And in no time, they will even forget about you child,
Worry not my dear, weeping only last through the night,
Happiness will come in the morning
Soon you will forget that you too were mourning.
Poor Orphan
When the sun rises, go out there,
See what can do, deal with your fears,
Wipe away those tears,
And see what lies ahead
Use your head
Think, use your brain, use your intelligence,
That my dear is something they will never take away from you.
Poor orphan
You will work hard and build you old legacy
Stop feeling sorry for yourself, hard work surely pays.
When they see fruits of your hard work, they will be in pain,
They will remember all the bad things they said to you, all your hard work wont b in vain
Beyond their expectation, you will be successfully rich,
Then they will call you names, among others, they will say you are a witch.
But worry not child more insults will come, so will more accusations.
They will call you a thief and say you steal,
But worry not child for you will heal.
You will heal from the low self-esteem, low confidence.
Soon you will forgive them because a great future lies ahead
Don’t stop working hard in every possible way
And you will see poor orphan things will go your way.
Remember Poor Orphan, you are not going through this alone
There are millions others going through the same worldwide,
Self-pity won’t help.
Get up and work hard.
re-write of American Pie:
A long, long time ago,
I can still remember when,
The presidency meant so much.
I was sure that when they got to vote,
They wouldn't choose that pompous goat,
And now I'm just astounded that they did.
Each speech I heard had made me shrivel,
To hear his racist, fascist drivel,
It can't be coincidental, his fans all seem quite mental!
I didn't know just what to say,
When I saw the vote had gone his way,
Nothing left but curse or pray,
The day Trump bought their pride...
So, Hi there! to American dread,
Was disorder at the border as the Mexicans fled,
The prices soared on petrol, water and bread,
It's hard to see a brighter day ahead,
Cause democracy and decency are dead…
Did you vote and if you did,
Did you think of all those homeless kids?
Or just about your own dough?
Did you vote with head or heart?
Well remember that when trouble starts,
Did you toss away your future in one throw?
Well, I guess that if you voted Trump,
It wasn't for that wiggy chump,
The cash that you have spare,
You don't think you should share!
So you voted for the man you guessed,
Could improve your fortune for the best,
And hell could come and take the rest,
The day Trump bought their pride…
I started singin' Hi there! to American dread,
Mass disorder at the border as the Mexicans fled,
The prices soared on petrol, water and bread,
It's hard to see a brighter day ahead,
When democracy and decency are dead.
Now, for four years you're stuck with this ass,
And God only knows what will come to pass,
But it was what we voted for?
When you cast your vote its a one dice roll,
So use your head and protect your soul,
you never know what fate will have in store.
So now you're stuck with Donald Trump,
While the markets tank and the dollar slumps,
It's open day for cut throats,
The immigrants all scapegoats.
And while Clinton sues the FBI,
And the poorest all begin to cry,
And the maggots taint the pumpkin pie,
The day Trump bought our pride…
I started singin' Hi there! to American dread,
Theres disorder at the border as the Mexicans fled,
The prices soared on petrol, water and bread,
It's hard to see a brighter day ahead,
Cause democracy and decency are dead.
It was a Thursday afternoon,
and Katie was in school.
The teacher droned and droned and droned
about a number rule.
But math was not on Katie's mind.
She yawned and checked the time:
the minute hand showed half past two
and still had quite a climb.
"I wish," she thought, "the bell would ring:
this pace is far too slow.
If only I could speed things up,
if time would let me go!"
No sooner said, than it was done:
she heard the school bell's song.
The class released its prisoners
in one impatient throng.
As soon as Katie left the school,
she was at home — how strange!
It felt as if no time had passed,
which was a welcome change.
There was some action on T.V.
She settled in her chair.
The show was over in a flash:
Now, that seemed hardly fair!
At supper Katie licked her chops,
and loaded up her plate
but didn’t even get a taste:
too bad — she was too late!
And then she had no chance to play,
for it was half past ten.
She went to bed but barely slept
and had to rise again.
At school she was amazed to learn
that this day was the last
before the summer holidays.
The year was over fast!
So Katie thought of all she'd do
under the lazy sun
when winter came and put an end
to Katie's summer fun.
She got her skis and put them on,
but how far could she go
when sudden spring snuck up on her
and melted all the snow!
She never noticed when and how
she managed to grow tall.
She went to work and drove a car
but had no fun at all.
She hated calendars and clocks:
her carefree days had flown.
Poor Katie had no time to rest
with children' of her own.
She'd only changed their diapers once
before the wee ones walked,
and ran and read and went to school
and even rolled and rocked.
She knew that soon she would become
a grandma — old and grey,
so Katie screamed: "I'm still a kid!
I want to seize the day!"
But then she heard the teacher's voice:
"Your desk is not a bed.
Stop snoring, Kate, and listen up.
It's time to use your head.
I have a problem of a sort
that's tailor-made for you.
How much is left till three o'clock
if now it's half past two?"
Chilling with the big boys
My brother my blood
There is no quick road to success
There is no short root to life
Except you want to die young
And land your life in endless troubles
Bro no be only you dem born poor
Me too I follow
You want to be a big boy
But you no want work
You want drive Lamborghini
But you no want sweat for the money
Brother monkey better pass you oh
Cos you be mumu but you think
Say you wise
The man way get money
No Make ham in one day
Those that Influence you
Are living a fake life in social media
They are not that rich as they look
My Brother grow get sense
Because I no fit shout oh
Now na your mama head you want use
Your girlfriend way dey love you
Now na her you want kill blow
You want to turn kidnapper cos you want blow
Brother am sure that juju man
No get money pass dangote cement
How poor man go do juju for Poor man
Am sure Dem no be Jesus way turn
Water to wine
Brother use your head
Use your brain
There is no quick way to success
You have to work your way out
My brother my blood
There is no quick road to success
There is no short root to life
Except you want to die young
And land your life in endless troubles
Bro no be only you dem born poor
Me too I follow
You want to chill with the big boys
Make them they hail you too
Make ameno dey play
With lost of champagne bottles
Coming to your table
You want to show off too
Say you belong
Brother no body send you messages oh
If you die we go chop rice drink better
Beer
Even chop pepper soup join ham
If we dey cry we go dey cry well
E no matter if the cry reach our mind
Depending on how many drink we Shayo
So brother grow get sense
Live your live normally
Take your risk personally
Follow your better mind
Be positive and strong
Compet with yourself
Not with any one
Cos this life short oh
My brother my blood
There is no quick road to success
There is no short root to life
Except you want to die young
And land your life in endless troubles
Bro no be only you dem born poor
Me too I follow
Turn Around
By Curtis Johnson
A few years after you arrived,
like a prodigal, you wouldn’t abide
You soon began to run
Now, you must return,
To face the rising sun
It’s time to stop and think
about your unruly life
For so long, you have been lonely
You have cried over the pains in your life
Now you think that you cannot rise
above the bad habits, and resist poor advice
There’s an extended hand saying, “Yes you can!”
If you could start over, would you make the same choices?
Would you listen to your friends, saying yes to their voices?
Or would you take a stand, just say no, and get up and go?
You are being hounded by the many poor decisions you have made
You have been paying the costly consequences for the last decade
Without delay, the time is now
Only you can make the change
From deep within, your life
is pleading to be rearranged
It matters not how far the past;
A star will shine for you at last
It matters not how deep the pain
You need not worry over who’s to blame
Don’t continue to the dead end ahead
Use your head; turn around instead
Make the change; you have nothing to lose
and everything to gain, and you’ll never be the same
Cj010807
Lay me down so fast asleep.
Without a sound not even a peep.
Drifting deep into my dreams.
Leaving the world as it seems.
Maybe one day ill wake up to a better place.
A place that could wipe this frown from my face.
I dream of a world where we can all get along.
Stop all this b.s. fighting and just move on.
Yeah you and me may not be the same.
But acting out on your ways just puts a stereotype on our name.
Black, white, brown or yellow.
Our coffins are all the same size so its time to stay mellow.
If one puts his guns down others will follow,
Its time to stop packin all this heat.
Time to stop leaving people dead in the street.
Streets are hard enough without all them guns.
Kids getting shot while outside having fun.
Parents reminiscing about the good old days.
Where it was safe to send your kids outside to play.
Kids killing kids not caring about their age.
We need to stop the violence.
We need to stop the rage.
Just trying to be a voice for us all.
If we don't learn to stand together then we're bound to fall,
I say this all as one persons voice,
But in order to make a change you have to make a choice,
People out here dyin each and everyday,
Don't you think it's time to put them guns away,
Because maybe tomorrow won't be on your side,
Maybe one of your brothers or sisters didnt have the time to hide,
Now blast there gone in a drive by,
Now your standing there crying with your hand over your eyes,
You wanna get even but please use your head,
Because using them guns will just keep leaving another one dead.
My day began as many before, get myself dressed and head out the door.
Rushing to work pushing the minute, im almost late, but i won't admit it.
I get to work, no momment to spare, not even time to straighten my hair.
I rush to the clock, punch myself in, no momment to spare can't talk to my friends.
Time clock clicks, 1 minute to spare, I made it on time, one heck of a scare.
Long day ahead, this it will be, another close call, no late night for me.
I spend each day overworked and tired, afraid to complain, i just might get fired.
My shift now ends right on time, another day of torture, im working for dimes.
Times are hard, money is tight, when can i rest, which moment is right.
I work and save, my life goes nowhere, struggle each momment, does anyone care.
I kneel and pray for life to ease up, I get no answer, i want to give up.
With sweat and tears, we built the nation, why do we suffer from this aggravation.
When will it stop, when will it end, when can we start all over again.
Our hands are tied, we are not to blame, when the suffering ends, what will remain.
Homeless families, children who starve, when we need help, there is noone in charge.
Open your mind, and use your head, save this nation before it's dead.
Please help the people, we are alone, we pick up the pieces, but only find stone.
Terry B.
4/25/2012.
As you go through life,
Remember a golden rule;
To be loving and caring,
But be nobody’s fool.
Give as you live,receive too
For that is the way
To mature and be
Your own person some day.....
Remember your heart,
But don’t wear it on your sleeve;
Use your head,be wise
Above all have hope and believe.
Accept what must be accepted,
Change what is in your power to do.
Yet be grateful for the little things,
Let life be a friend to you.
Grow in love,be loveable
Let others draw near
Without being a doormat,
Love cannot stem from fear.
Honour truth with all its’ beauty,
Never brutal or unkind.
So be sure to handle it carefully
When sharing with others what’s on your mind.
Treat everyone as you want to be treated,
With respect and with care,
Remembering we all have feelings
Though some may pretend
They’re not there......
Yet don’t take life too seriously
While you learn and strive.
Laugh,have fun,be happy
Know it’s good to be alive.
Take pride in your appearance.
Look after your health
And body too,
Aware of inner beauty-
Remember to always be you.
Especially follow your inner voice
For your path through life to see,
Then you will shine as a child of God,
And be the beautiful person
You’re destined to be.
I wrote this for my god-daughter when she was 13 at the request of her mum to give her a bit of guidance.
A MESSAGE
.A MESSAGE
. Walking on the beach when the sand blew in my eye
tears began to fall as I started to cry.
As I was wipeing my tears away
I heard a voice and a man would say.
He said hey little girl don't be sad
it's us your mom and dad.
The voice I heard was my only clue
so I looked over my shoulder to see if it was true.
They were both standing there right behind me
seeing them both together was hard to believe.
We came to deliver a message to you
use your head and think before you do.
Stay here with me please don't go
they said remember this"take life slow".
Teresa Skyles 10/2/11
In every woman lies a soul..and in the soul of every woman lies the secret of love
Sometimes a man does'nt treat a woman right..but the way back to her heart lies
in that same soul
Your heart cries ..it bleeds
Pain comes and goes but most of all it heals...forgives..and accepts new
beginnings
You hear promises and pleeding
Amazingly you surprise yourself..you can feel again
Caution....
Your life goes on and just when you feel and think you can't give yourself to
another you can
Love is something different each and everytime
There's so much your eyes don't see...love is blind
You may cry..you may feel the one you love slip away between your fingers
It all hurts but than again we all been there
Letting go of your dreams..hopes and visions is never easy..but than again who
said love was easy
Love can be pure and soft and untouchable only until the poison releases in the
mind
I've loved like I thought I could never love again..
At this point I realize it's you alone who chooses what is love and what is
fictional..
Seperate the right from the wrong and use your head and not your heart..in a
decision
Remember in every woman lies a soul...
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