Archives for February 8, 2012

Loved as a baby, grew up as a “loner”
No connection, no place, like a dog without an owner.
Teased for my unusual body structure
To them I was just a joke
The anger that grew inside of me
Took over and consumed all hope.

My parents Bad Habits, added to the pain.
The feeling of being laughed at, made living such a pain.
Although I had some family, the “black sheep” I still remained
My sister felt my heartache, but she couldn’t see MY pain.

My parents made their choices, in which I had to live with
I watched my family crumble, not knowing how to mend it.
And as the years slowly passed, poetry became my heartbeat
With no true friend, I had my pen and that is all I needed.
I’ve turned my back against the world, my gang became my fam.
I’ve played the game and made my name, but still felt lost inside.

My mind was filled with doubt and anger
“Where to now”… I began to wonder.
There’s no place for me in this world of hate
”Dear Lord, please feed my hunger”.
And then I realised, that all that I’ve been through
Was enough to shape my future.
I’ve changed my view as God shaped my life

No longer am I filled with Hate.
And for my future generation I stand, to be a better Man!

My life has been lonely since childhood
My future seemed cold and shattered.
I’ve seen how a loving family could turn cold
And left my brothers and sister scattered.

It was like a dream that turned into a nightmare
Is this how life works out in the end?
Does real, true love break a perfect pair?
And why are there only memories left?

We call ourselves family, but yet it’s hard to talk
We act like commentators at gatherings
Discussing each other’s lives with no remorse.

From moms side to dads side
Family injected with lies.
Where does the politics end?
Can anybody here our innocent cries?

We fuss and moan, we judge and hate
The innocent sits on the fence.
Why can’t we live as one? Forgive before it’s too late!
Or have we already planned our fate?

The test of life’s deepest oceans has finally arrived.
Back strokes potent as poison ivy.
For past love and embrace my heart strived
But between false pretences it slowly died.

They got pretend shields with ‘Gods’ name on it,
Yet they descend as low as the devils heart
Attacking the walls which protects my heart in it.
Causing pain and no options to mend it.

They shatter our image with pleasure in their eyes.
Feeding a burning endless fire.
Beyond the wasteland lays our hearts innocent cries
Unsuspecting, “revenge” well revised.

Behold, my destiny is fully planed out
Although my eyes have never seen it.
Success be my motto there’s no place for doubt.
Restoration with God we seek before drought