Stained Glass

Over the past few years in my life I have been criticized for a lot of things I have done.But I make no apologizes for the person i am .Every mistake i made, deeds i did and the judgement i make are the pieces of a stained image.One to me that is interesting.The people i admire around me the people i love and hold dearest to me are different from the rest of the world.Some come with broken images others a beautiful mind.Im addicted to the people who share a similar past.Who are broken if not misunderstood.
The people who make me happy add colour to my broken glass.Together we are a stained glass one in which you cant help but look at.To my rear but unique other half, you are my sister my colour my beauty.You help make me into the prettiest picture that silences the crowd.To my heart that cant be expressed but felt,life is a risk when im with you.Knowning my glass is broken you with your colour make the art of my life valued. Together with the fusion of mysteries ,unsure of anything we add curiosity to our picture.Never knowing where the future would take us.For for the chips and pieces of colours... you colour my world even though you come from images of a bigger picture, look at us together.So beautiful..For those who cant accept me for who i am you just missed out of the best work of art.My life, one I love one I live for..not for you but for me...Look at the image...broken into a million pieces.. but i dnt care. Its my picture...tak e a look at that.!

Shattered Branch

You were that branch that stood your ground,
One i trusted to keep me safe,
You said you would be there to take me along a journey that is free from my past
You seemed strong , able to hold my weight,
At first i was skeptic , but you made me trust you,
I believed in you , put my faith in you.. you branch that makes my life strong.

You took my hand and held in tight, ensuring me that i would be ok.
Still ,as i held on to that Old branch of past i thought
This branch is all Ive ever known, at least im safe
You wrapped you arms around me, " i promise, you'll be safe"
And so ...i let go.
That step i took trusting you,
I placed all my heart and sole into you

Here i am on the floor, broken...
In pain,my heart bleeds..Im Numb..
As I lay on the floor unable to move
i look above and no longer are you there..
All thats left is the shattered of you broken sole
That made me trust in you..
Here i am, alone, broken......

Nothing to give

Recently i have noticed that in today's world so many people suffer from the lack of love and everybody wants it.But my thoughts are not about who want it but really about who appreciates it if they really want it.I'm tired of people saying,"i want to feel loved i want to feel appreciated and have love given to me" when it is offered its never appreciated.Love is one of the best things in life that God has given to us.Yet am humans we take God given blessings and become capitalist with it.We give people conditions can terms under which we can give or receive love.The contract of love comes with a contract that entails fine print which many of us apparently we do not read.
Some one once said to me." i want to be loved , i love to be loved" yet when you give them love all u get in return is nothing.Nothing but the feeling of rejection,pain and the feeling that your love is never good enough.I do not know about the rest of the world,But ive given my love to many and in turn been hurt.At first i felt as though its me, something must be wrong with the person i am.Maybe this,maybe that!But after a while i realised it wasnt me, and it never was.I never defined love with rules, i never gave love with conditions applied.I gave love no matter the consequence.Not only did i give love but i gave the best of me.And for the people who illtreated it...well...the problem is that they have nothing to offer,no foundation of emotions.People who cant recieve love have a problem with themselves and perhaps are intimidated by those who can give love.In turn they oppress those who are capable of loving.Life was made to live,love was made to give but for people who claim to want love and cant comprehend it.... im sorry but to you i have nothing to give.

King of Legends

He graced the stage with his music at the young age of 5,entertained us with his * kicking moves* and captivated us with his sweet angelic voice.As the years gone by he captured our every essence of curiosity.Micheal Jackson is not just the king of pop but the king of legends.Without him many of our gladiators of music would not have a foundation.Songs such as Thriller,Billy-Jean,and Beat it were the soundtracks to our grooves of life.The song Man in the Mirror and the Earth song..run deep.Today he no longer grace our presence.May he Rest In Peace ...that's what they say..Then tell me why is the ugly side of his life is being advertised to make money...paternity tests being done on his children...his hurtful past being exposed...
Many of us criticize Micheal Jackson for being weird.Down to the colour of his skin,his facial features,his dress and even the way he acts is scrutinized.Do you now see why he hides himself from the eyes of the public.Im sure many of us reading this right now would not like our ever move and flaws demeaned world wide.Micheal Jackson has paved the road of musical history for and and this is how we repay the King of Legends,by slandering his good name after he is gone.It saddens my heart to hear the disgusting criticism he faced at the hands of those who were ignorant to having an open mind to life.Micheal Jackson was robbed of his childhood and sought to gain it back when he was finaly free from his father.He enjoyed the company of those who were innocent and backstabbed by those hungry for something he worked hard to accomplished.He was a friend to those who were sick and like any child would do anything to help those in need.
In order to understand Micheal we should think innocently .Perhaps it is we ourselves who need to be secure with ourselves and cleanse our mind of such perverted thoughts.He was simply a child at mind and was inhumanly attacked by those who envied him.On the topic of paternity test... It does not matter if biologically the children wasn't his...to many of those who are adopted, are your non-biological parents less of a parent than the ones who made u.Micheal Jackson was the King of Legends who gave us so much .To those who have disgraced his name...well you have not won the battle because Micheal Jackson rests firmly in our hearts..loved by many respected by all.....As the old saying goes * its better to die young than fade out.....the Legends still lives on.

The Concept of a Woman

I once had a nightmare that i was being kidnapped,that no matter how strong wanted to be was scared. Waking up during the night,I called a male friend of mine to talk about this nightmare.It hit me.As women we try so hard to fight for our rights,our freedoms to be equal in anyway.But are we biologically built to be that way or are we mentally strong enough to handle such pressure of everyday life.If u believe in the words of the bible there must be a reason why God choose the first human to be a man,or for a woman to be made from the rib of a man.I do admire the women of the past who have fought for the rights of women,to give us an equal voice.However I cannot help but wonder if this desire to be equal has evolved into a desire to overthrow patriarchal power.Many of us woman has achieved so much authority but on a personal note I prefer to work under a male leader rather than a female.Not because I think females are less competent but the fact that females are emotional,that many (not all)operate under emotions.The strength to which God gave us we must use in the right way.God gave us women strength ,power of emotions( not that men do not have emotions)But both men and women deal with emotions differently.My article is not in anyway blasting criticisms at women saying that they are in no way capable of managing emotions..All that i am voicing is that as women we must not* nail them to the cross* as much as we do.Yes we are all equal but some of us hold strengths in places others are weak.If we use our power righteously then the fruit of our power shall bare success.

Individuality

Individuality.....Its sets us apart separating us from everyone else.The characteristics of our individualism is painted by our expressions of inner feelings,or even our interpretation of society's impact on us.Are we oppression,or accepted,an outcast or part of the in crowd.Many of us live our lives conforming to whatever society tells us is right.We sit when we are suppose to,eat when they tell us to,believe whatever is told,because everything else would be a taboo.But what about what we feel inside,doesn't that matter?Why should it make us outcasts?Why should we speak only when we are spoken to or hold our tears because of our gender.The power of being and individual is getting the courage to stand up and voicing the true intonation of our spirit.Individuality stands firm to the notion that society does not define us.....it is we who define society.

Power.......

Sociologist Max Weber once said "...the chance of a man or a number of men realise their own will in a communal action even against the resistance of others who are participating in the action"(Weber in Gerth and Mill,1948 p180) by this it is said that power of the individual is the ability to resist and conquer when others oppose our views.Sometimes the world is against our thoughts our views even our beliefs ,perhaps we do not conform to the the norms of society.Maybe we are conservative in a spontanious society...does that make us a freak..Maybe we are expressive in a reserved world does that make us an outcast.No.If we hold strong to who we are inside...we can achieve the power to being free.The power of life is in itself a challenge,but we must face it headstrong.Only then can we experience the true nature of Power.