Life has taught me that there is still much to learn, a whole lot. Yes, I am still learning, I am yearning, I am seeking, like a child. Despite my knowledge, what I have is not all that is to be got You see, what is pepper is bland and what is hot is mild.
Did you notice that the grass seems greener on the other side? But when you see the other side's water bill you want to run and hide. Have you ever wondered what if everyone thinks and did as you do? Well, as a teenager, I did, and end up writing this poem called “I YOU”.
Take a deep sigh, look into your mind, is your heart cold and your blood hot? Do you enjoy scamming, damming, and telling your brother things you know are not? Looking pretty, fancy, and don’t care one bit how you get your ill got gains For all that matters is your fun and frolic, no empathy for other people’s pains.
It’s not every sweet talk make sense cause horse may dead and crow get fat. But no bother kill you horse because you can’t ride or eat crow, remember that. Also, member is not all that glitter is gold and ignorance can never be bliss. Play the fool and you’ll get robbed, tricks in trade and mischievous in business.
Ahh, our lives are really a good reflection of the seasons if you stop and think. Each has its place: spring summer autumn winter, but they come and go in a wink. One leads to the other naturally, as water from the river flows endlessly to the sea. It is our duty to note the curves, dams and banks while being the best we can be. For if we ignore and don’t prepare for the special features that we do encounter, We end up being barren in spring, cold in summer and even wishing to be hot in winter.
A woman is a very special part of this life, she is the flower of creation. Without her, humanity would end as there would be no procreation. She is a one of a kind and a gorgeous, beautiful complementary entity Man and woman, such chemistry was made to last for eternity.
Did you feel the emotions and the sentiments of love blowing through the air? Yeah, the Valentine’s Day outflow of “love”, that happens February 14 every year. It’s a calendar thing, but we expect flowers, and candies and lots of “I love you.” Sadly, it can be a source of dismay when you expect of people, and they don’t do. Yet for true, many who go searching for love are themselves loveless. Confusing great sex, or financial comfort with love: so no money, no honey, no happiness. Also, they talk about finding their other half as if to say they are not whole beings. Such high drama not knowing complement or compliment for who you are seeing.
I can see the big grin on their faces as they benefit from that great “deal”: Buying a dollar item for a dime, is normally not a gift, it came from a steal. And if you said you didn’t know it was stolen, indeed you are lying And whether it’s from a brother or a sister, I can tell you, someone is crying.
I want to share another poem from my archive, written as a youth It’s all about life, and I assure you, it’s not necessarily every body’s truth. Remember that to each his or her own, as one man’s heaven is a next man’s hell Envy not a man’s success, because you never know the things he gave up or even sell. I have seen the wicked growing old and flourishing like a big green bay tree While the righteous dying young and perishing and losing their liberty.
Last week, I saw countless messages of merry Christmas and happy new year. People wishing each other prosperity, success, and lots of good cheer. Yet they didn’t even stop to help a little child, or the poor to wipe away a tear You see, it’s a calendar love affair, cause deep down, very few people really care.