The Tortured Husband

Freezing in the fire, melting in the cold,

Close to the wire, feeling not a bit bold,

Life was such a liar, didn't want to be old,

No time to be a crier, will increase the pan twofold,

No more going higher, only thoughts of 'goodbye Arnold'.

 

In his hands lay the knife, felt more like a stake,

That was gonna end his life, not some piece of cake,

No more thought of his wife, only of what was at stake,

Adulterous images were still rife, if only they were fake,

Best thing would've been to break the guy's neck.

 

Knife held high in the air, ready to enter on strike,

Ever heard of truth or dare?, he now felt what it was like,

His heart held no more care, it was shred by a spike,

Didn't even think of a prayer, only yes to death like nike,

 

A tear ran down the cheek, the pain came so searing,

Blood made more than a leak, the end was nearing,

Eyes closed like a camera flick, only sense left was that of hearing,

As soul left body in that nick, last sound felt like some jeering,

Arnold, you are such a d*ck!!Grow some balls and don't wear an earring!!

Only if your head wasn't that thick, but it's too late to be God-fearing...

Drops

Drip drip drip....

Like the sound of a breaking sweat, falling down his neck,

All this exercise he may hate, to get a 6-pick it will take,

Cheer up dear Johnny boy, for at the end of it all,

Good health & good ploy, you will reach and chieve your goal.

 

Drip drip drip....

Like the sound of a tear, falling down her smooth cheek,

Desperation seems to be near, her body feels so weak,

So much pain and agony, that's the scent of a breakup,

Cheer up my dear Ebony, it will be fine after you wakeup.

 

Drip drip drip...

Like the sound of a waterdrop, falling into the life-saving drip,

All they can do is hope, grandma will not go on a spiritual trip,

Cheer up gents and ladies, it's not the end of the world you know,

For you shall make many babies, so many it'll make the world blow.

 

Drip drip drip...

The sound of blood, sweat  tears, that I will shed in life,

To overcome all of my fears, to overcome all of this strife,

As my timer ticks through the gears, so shall that of my wife,

In the end of all my years, shall I call those the drops of my life..

 

Alcohol Problems

 

I stare down a shot of vodka, take it dry, no chase(r),

One more sip?? or maybe not? my thoughts begin to race,

I'm nauseated by the smell but excited by the taste,

"Shots!", My "friends" urge me onwards as if in haste.

 

As one turned into 2, then 3, then 4, I lost count,

Didn't even notice as my alcohol level began to mount,

Until now...now my thoughts are no longer mine,

Last I checked I couldn't walk in a straight line.

 

I can't take it any more, I swallow it one one foul swoop,

Mouth itches, throat burns, my stomach churns like "whoop"!

Time for the lemon to act, take a bite to relax my insides,

And it really works, notwithstanding the bitterness besides.

 

At this point in time I know, it's gona be a long night,

My body agrees, in the end alcohol's gona win this fight,

Sleep, you don't miss me, do you? I'm coming, don't fret,

You're my number 2 now, number one on the list is the toilet.

 

Music & Rhyme

                        

Sitting down in my chair, while I'm feelin the beat,

On my head stands my hair, which is feelin the heat,

The flow is like a flare, which is burning the seat,

Bounce like I don't care, this music forever I could repeat,

Damn, I swear the song plays so neat!

The laptop alive with sound, the song rents the air,

I think this time round, with my friends the mood I'll share,

Uplift them from the ground, while listening to the cd player,

While others give stares profound, staying to stop and stare,

But hey, we be swingin' like we just don't care!

At the end of the day, when the song's all over,

We will continue to say, how the song made us sober,

In our memories it will stay, on the 18th of November,

And then we will pray, thank God for our Jehovah,

Beautiful rhymes shall stick like a 4-leaf clover.

The Power of Writing

“Watch what you say!”, “The tongue is powerful!”, “watch what you wish for!” etc., etc. An endless list of sayings that concern the tongue exist within our dictionaries. And the list goes on and on…

Majority of the time when we speak, these are words on everyone’s lips and on everyone’s minds. For a long time (probably since Adam & Eve), we have known the tongue to be a soft but powerful and deadly organ capable of destroying the mightiest of men.  It is said that the tongue can easily lead to your assent in society, yet with the same guile swiftly tackle you down rougher than a rugby or hockey player.  End result?? Many people think twice before opening their mouths (at least when in a rational state of mind). 

So why is the tongue so powerful?? The answer is simple and well-known: because what we speak may/will come to pass. So if we speak well of ourselves and others, good things will befall us and whomever we speak well of. Vice versa is also true. What we speak is also what drives us; it is what lies on our thoughts and our hearts. Like an outlet of sorts.

So engrossed are we in this that we may not have stopped to ask ourselves: “Is the tongue the only powerful organ in our bodily arsenal?” I know for sure not many of you have asked themselves this, some may even think of it as a stupid question. I have thought about it, and something immediately popped up into my mind: the hands!!

The hands you ask?? Yes!! Put simply, what we write is what we think, and what we say is what we think. This can be summed up logically as:

Your thoughts are expressed in --> what you write and --> what you speak

Indeed when your mentor or teacher told you to write down your goals in life; who you wanted to be and what you wanted to accomplish, most of us simply brushed the thought aside.  “How could some dry ink on a piece of paper help me?” was the common question.  Indeed in a physical point of view it doesn’t make sense. But what about the mental? The psychological? Even the spiritual? Did we put these into consideration? 

When you write down a sentence on a piece of paper, it has just as much power as speaking out the same words. Majority of us just don’t do it; maybe because we’re too lazy, or because we feel it’s stupid, or maybe even because it’s a waste of time and resources!! Writing words down is the first step in actualizing that thought, dream or goal(s) that you have. It turns one from a dreamer to a doer, quite literally!! When you write an aspiration down, you are subconsciously telling yourself that you are ready to turn it into a reality, no matter the hurdles that may come.

In the same way a negatively spoken word is bad, the same goes for a negatively written word. Words written down to ridicule, scorn or look down upon others may eventually come round to bite you!

So let’s start practicing the art of writing. And not just writing, but writing in the positive. A positive writer is a positive thinker!

Life's a Journey

The age is one year old, all but still an infant,

The legs start to unfold, mum has to see a stunt,

Slowly they rise so bold, walking is being learnt,

Step by step I was told, I walked like a cunt,

Even now that I'm old, my memory is still blunt.

Fast-forward a bit to six, still a bustling young kid.

Good and bad I still mix, innocence was a tight lid,

I learn the right picks, good was the right feed,

No mercy while in a fix, innocence no longer a need,

Teenage hood came by quick, hormones were raging mad,

Did things that were sick, to me they weren't too bad,

Often got one two a stick, a worldly care I never had,

Danger I escaped by a nick, to my rescue was my dad,

It ended like a movie flick, ending not really that sad.

Maturity has now come by, a future is all I think about,

How the days seem to fly, work and education I scout,

Though the present is dry, soon I will be able to shout,

Raise my hands to the sky, how life from thin was stout,

Future I will achieve much, that I am positively sure,

Greatness will be a perch, doing things with grandeur,

Gear five with the clutch, having a positive allure,

The end is crispy crunch, though not all will be pure,

Human I still am as such, but God will be my cure.

How do you define your life???....

A Prayer to You

You are the potter, I am a mound of clay,

Mix me with water, mold me as You may,

Even when gets hotter, You always save the day,

Let me not totter, please show me the way.

You are the carpenter, I am the piece of wood,

Fill me with laughter, fill me with only good,

Shape me into a tool, one to spread your word,

To transform a lost fool, into a beautiful bird.

You are the shepherd, I am but just a sheep,

Guide me 4m the leopard, make me not weep,

Show me the path to follow, lead me to the water of life,

The holy spirit I shall borrow, to end in me all the strife.

You are the tailor, I am a piece of cloth,

Sew me into a sailor, one who sails over the broth,

Mend any torn garment shred, return it to one whole piece,

Let in me the Holy Spirit imbed, and watch me like a police.

You have brought me this far, and even further you shall take me,

Protect me from the huge war, provide a spear & armor to shield thee,

Walk with me on my journey, raise me up like a bread of leaven,

May I eventually win the tourney, and come to join you in heaven.