Where do broken dreams go?
Is there a hospital for broken dreams where they can be fixed up and mended?
A hospital bed where they can relax,
Get IV'ed with antibiotics and fluids to get their strength back.
Can dead or dying dreams be resuscitated,
Brought back to life by technology,
By machines that spark them up and cause them to live again?
Do broken dreams feel pain and do they bleed?
Where do broken dreams go to die?
Is there a mortuary for them
Or are they just dumped and buried by the roadside,
with no one to care about them.
Where do broken dreams go?
Monday, May 9, 2011
Talking over with words
I wanna break the rules,
Skid on thin ice,
Go where no man has gone before.
Tired of being miss goodie two shoes.
There's this fire that burns in me, hot, scorching.
I have a dream, a passion to succeed.
My dreams are sketches on paper and in my head.
Childhood visions of being a great writer,
And the words they burn in me,
Wanting to get out.
No fire can quench this dream.
And it will be, this dream.
Am breaking the rules,
Shattering the windows of my soul to give a peak inside.
The world is my stadium and am ready to play.
So break open the bottles of ink,
Let’s paint the town red with words that intoxicate,
Let’s break the mental barriers that lock down our creativity.
Let’s rebel against the institution of what’s been set in literature.
Let’s break it down, break the rules.
Let’s take over the world with our words and thoughts.
Skid on thin ice,
Go where no man has gone before.
Tired of being miss goodie two shoes.
There's this fire that burns in me, hot, scorching.
I have a dream, a passion to succeed.
My dreams are sketches on paper and in my head.
Childhood visions of being a great writer,
And the words they burn in me,
Wanting to get out.
No fire can quench this dream.
And it will be, this dream.
Am breaking the rules,
Shattering the windows of my soul to give a peak inside.
The world is my stadium and am ready to play.
So break open the bottles of ink,
Let’s paint the town red with words that intoxicate,
Let’s break the mental barriers that lock down our creativity.
Let’s rebel against the institution of what’s been set in literature.
Let’s break it down, break the rules.
Let’s take over the world with our words and thoughts.
Deranged characters
Running across my brain,
Like athletes on weed are some characters called words,
That want to form a coalition called a story.
I am the captain of this ship
But the shipmates they mutiny and take over my brain.
They force me under pain of torture to write.
Wake me up from sweet dreams
Force me to write in blood and tears what they create in my mind.
They have no mercy these characters.
They are like the animaniacs,
Crazy, deranged but sweet at the same time.
Their aim is to take over the world,
One poem, one story at a time.
Am a walking, talking human puppet,
Controlled by little characters running in my head!
I need rescuing, am not responsible for my actions.
Don’t blame me for what I write.
Am only a puppet being manipulated, a mask as it were.
Everything can be blamed on,
Laid squarely on the heads of those funny characters in my head called words.
Like athletes on weed are some characters called words,
That want to form a coalition called a story.
I am the captain of this ship
But the shipmates they mutiny and take over my brain.
They force me under pain of torture to write.
Wake me up from sweet dreams
Force me to write in blood and tears what they create in my mind.
They have no mercy these characters.
They are like the animaniacs,
Crazy, deranged but sweet at the same time.
Their aim is to take over the world,
One poem, one story at a time.
Am a walking, talking human puppet,
Controlled by little characters running in my head!
I need rescuing, am not responsible for my actions.
Don’t blame me for what I write.
Am only a puppet being manipulated, a mask as it were.
Everything can be blamed on,
Laid squarely on the heads of those funny characters in my head called words.
Winds of fortune
Blow winds of fortune,
Blow my way.
I need a change,
Need good fortunes.
It’s been a crazy year,
Ill winds blowing my way,
Trying to blow me to the ground.
Keep rising slower and slower.
Need strong winds to propel me into my future.
Lift me up and help me stand.
I need a change of fortunes,
And I need it like yesterday.
Good fortune winds smile and blow my way
Blow my way.
I need a change,
Need good fortunes.
It’s been a crazy year,
Ill winds blowing my way,
Trying to blow me to the ground.
Keep rising slower and slower.
Need strong winds to propel me into my future.
Lift me up and help me stand.
I need a change of fortunes,
And I need it like yesterday.
Good fortune winds smile and blow my way
Sweet addiction
The taste of it makes my brain rush,
At 180 km/hr.
My heart starts beating fast,
My body gets all energized,
My taste buds dance a tango,
My fat cells throw a party.
Building blocks they are for those hips, butt and thighs,
Easy to gain and hard to lose.
But am addicted,
Can’t help myself.
My eyes wander when they are in the room,
My willpower shrivels and hides under the bed,
No courage to resist,
This overwhelming addiction,
To sugar,
In sweets, biscuits, cakes, chocolates, juice,
The list goes on and on,
And the hunger grows,
For more and more SUGAR.
At 180 km/hr.
My heart starts beating fast,
My body gets all energized,
My taste buds dance a tango,
My fat cells throw a party.
Building blocks they are for those hips, butt and thighs,
Easy to gain and hard to lose.
But am addicted,
Can’t help myself.
My eyes wander when they are in the room,
My willpower shrivels and hides under the bed,
No courage to resist,
This overwhelming addiction,
To sugar,
In sweets, biscuits, cakes, chocolates, juice,
The list goes on and on,
And the hunger grows,
For more and more SUGAR.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Mum - Happy mother's day
She has the best heart; her heart is open wide for her children. She's always there for her children and would give up everything for them, her love, money, possessions and even her life.
She is soft, her hugs are the best. She knows how to comfort when a child is hurting or just needs reassurance. Yet she can be hard, disciplining with a firm hand when children are out of line.
She is an angel when children are sick, nursing them back to health with her love, concern and a bit of medicine. She is her child's best friend being the first to believe in them and encourage them to achieve their dreams. She is their advocate defending them when they are in the wrong. She makes the best food; there is no better tasting food then hers.
She is an angel, an advocate, a nurse, a banker, a teacher, a chef, a doctor and a best friend. She is everything sweet and good.
She is a mother. My mother, my sister, my best friend. She is mum. And I wish her the best always. Pledge to love her till my dying day. I pray that God will give her a long life. I pray God's favor on her life and his blessings abounding in her life.
Thank God for mum.
She is soft, her hugs are the best. She knows how to comfort when a child is hurting or just needs reassurance. Yet she can be hard, disciplining with a firm hand when children are out of line.
She is an angel when children are sick, nursing them back to health with her love, concern and a bit of medicine. She is her child's best friend being the first to believe in them and encourage them to achieve their dreams. She is their advocate defending them when they are in the wrong. She makes the best food; there is no better tasting food then hers.
She is an angel, an advocate, a nurse, a banker, a teacher, a chef, a doctor and a best friend. She is everything sweet and good.
She is a mother. My mother, my sister, my best friend. She is mum. And I wish her the best always. Pledge to love her till my dying day. I pray that God will give her a long life. I pray God's favor on her life and his blessings abounding in her life.
Thank God for mum.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Dear God
God your a great guy. known me all my life, know all my truimphs and failures and still are there for me. Lets get buddy buddy for a minute and tell me whats up? Whats the plan? It seems you have a strategic plan for my life but I dont know about it. What are the highlights? Can I get a summary? It would be nice if you could share what your planning for the next couple of years?
I would like to know what happens. Do I get a new job? New man? Children? Mother in law from heaven or hell?
It would be nice if you could give me just a peek into how my life is going to be like. You know I trust you. You made me after all. And you had a plan of how my life should be like. Yes I know I messed up and deviated from the plan. Hey it helps to be a prodigal because when you come back you know you will never make the same mistake again. Ok so I have been a black sheep more then once. Am working on it. Am taking dyeing classes to clean up my act, actually if you could just wash me with the blood of the lamb I'd be cool. white as snow.
So am glad we are having this conversation. So its of how, can I see the blueprint of the way things will turn out. The suspense is killing me.
Sincerely your pal,
Rayhab.
I would like to know what happens. Do I get a new job? New man? Children? Mother in law from heaven or hell?
It would be nice if you could give me just a peek into how my life is going to be like. You know I trust you. You made me after all. And you had a plan of how my life should be like. Yes I know I messed up and deviated from the plan. Hey it helps to be a prodigal because when you come back you know you will never make the same mistake again. Ok so I have been a black sheep more then once. Am working on it. Am taking dyeing classes to clean up my act, actually if you could just wash me with the blood of the lamb I'd be cool. white as snow.
So am glad we are having this conversation. So its of how, can I see the blueprint of the way things will turn out. The suspense is killing me.
Sincerely your pal,
Rayhab.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Diary of a mad hurter.
Today am feeling it, emotions burnt raw. I feel like being a gal and crying, huge pools of tears that bleach out the pain. Unfortunately am not that gal, and my twin painkillers of food and writing just serve to depress. I gained about 10kgs did you know? Weighed myself yesterday just to confirm what I already knew. That chocolate biscuits and crisps just serve to make my fat cells and taste buds happy.
The writing, well it’s a painting of just how tortured a soul could get from love, broken love. Sometimes I look at my words and marvel, because am like did you have that much power over me, power to make me want to cry, to be bitter and tormented?
You are clearly my muse, because whether in love or hurt you inspire me to write. Actually many of my best pieces are based on you. I will not subscribe to the words "I hate you". Those words have power over a soul, as much or more then the words "I love you." One day I will look at these words, a journal of a heart in hurt rehabilitation. I will marvel at how foolish I was to let you break my heart, actually wonder what I ever saw in you. But not today. My emotions are scorched, bleeding raw, sensitive. For today I allow myself to bleed, to feel, to think. For today my emotions are raw and exposed.
The writing, well it’s a painting of just how tortured a soul could get from love, broken love. Sometimes I look at my words and marvel, because am like did you have that much power over me, power to make me want to cry, to be bitter and tormented?
You are clearly my muse, because whether in love or hurt you inspire me to write. Actually many of my best pieces are based on you. I will not subscribe to the words "I hate you". Those words have power over a soul, as much or more then the words "I love you." One day I will look at these words, a journal of a heart in hurt rehabilitation. I will marvel at how foolish I was to let you break my heart, actually wonder what I ever saw in you. But not today. My emotions are scorched, bleeding raw, sensitive. For today I allow myself to bleed, to feel, to think. For today my emotions are raw and exposed.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Searching for a Daddy!
Daddy figure. Yes, looking for a daddy figure to take care of me.
Not a sugar daddy thats not my thing,and I aint for sale.
I want a man, daddy figure whose a real dad. A man who loves me unconditionally. A man who knows being a daddy is not just making babies but looking after them, nurturing and disciplining them.
A man whose priority is his family, not chasing paper so that he can chase the bottle and loose skirts. A man not afraid to do homework with his kids. A daddy who loves to spend most of his free time with his family. A man with a sense of humour and a love for God.
I want a daddy figure whose not afraid of the kitchen, whose comfortable cooking for his kids when mama's not around. Yet he is a real man, bringing in a paycheck, making sure to plan for his children's lives. A man who can hang out with his boys yet know that his family is the most important priority in his life.
I want a man who knows his role as my man, as a father to my kids. I want a daddy figure. A man like my Dad.
Not a sugar daddy thats not my thing,and I aint for sale.
I want a man, daddy figure whose a real dad. A man who loves me unconditionally. A man who knows being a daddy is not just making babies but looking after them, nurturing and disciplining them.
A man whose priority is his family, not chasing paper so that he can chase the bottle and loose skirts. A man not afraid to do homework with his kids. A daddy who loves to spend most of his free time with his family. A man with a sense of humour and a love for God.
I want a daddy figure whose not afraid of the kitchen, whose comfortable cooking for his kids when mama's not around. Yet he is a real man, bringing in a paycheck, making sure to plan for his children's lives. A man who can hang out with his boys yet know that his family is the most important priority in his life.
I want a man who knows his role as my man, as a father to my kids. I want a daddy figure. A man like my Dad.
Looking for love
Where do I start?
Looking for love, in all the right places,
That’s what I should be doing.
But what happens if am still hang up on you?
On your smile that warmed my heart.
On our conversations that made my day.
How you made me smile when I was down.
Where do I look for another guy who has the qualities that you did,
A you that’s not you.
Problem is I need a clone of you,
One who won’t take me for granted and break my heart.
Been out of that date madness so long I don’t know where to start.
On the web, in church, through the networks.
Don’t want to be alone yet don’t know,
If am ready for the highs and lows of love.
The blows that knock you to the ground
Or the power that makes you soar.
I don’t know if am ready for love
Or is it love is ready for me?
Looking for love, in all the right places,
That’s what I should be doing.
But what happens if am still hang up on you?
On your smile that warmed my heart.
On our conversations that made my day.
How you made me smile when I was down.
Where do I look for another guy who has the qualities that you did,
A you that’s not you.
Problem is I need a clone of you,
One who won’t take me for granted and break my heart.
Been out of that date madness so long I don’t know where to start.
On the web, in church, through the networks.
Don’t want to be alone yet don’t know,
If am ready for the highs and lows of love.
The blows that knock you to the ground
Or the power that makes you soar.
I don’t know if am ready for love
Or is it love is ready for me?
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