Insatiable Fools…

Jul16

We Only Have One Shot At Life!

Like ducks, they suck up wealth, gulping with little regards to the poor.

Like darkness, they attract light but powerless to overcome it.

Like mould, they dance with filth in their regale splendour.

Like moot, they put argument forward and steal joy.

Like hurricane, they devastate and destroy.

Like dirt, they accumulate.

Like ghost,

It would all float away!

They are the insatiable fools…

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I watched a very interesting, and rather unnerving drama called ‘The Joneses’ with my husband yesterday. It was such a very unexpected film. The film dealt with greed, and how humans just like the idea of accumulating wealth, jealous of other people’s successes and the mad, crazy, rush to have it all. It might be because I’m approaching the big four zero, but life isn’t really about all we can accumulate materially but all we can do to reach out to others, and being better people!

Phil Collins said it best in his song ‘Another Day In Paradise.’ It was and still is, one of my favourite songs of the nineties! Check it out;

Enjoy the rest of your week my friends! I hope you’ve all had fun so far, please, keep safe!

Much love, always!!

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The Miry Clay!

Aug9

My hands got stuck in the clay

My skin melts into its blackness.

I became one with it!

I slouched through the mush of my decay.

I smelt the perfume of my horrors.

And wept at the snigger of the hollow.

I looked up and saw the light.

I clawed through the darkness.

I miffed through my tears and felt

The sorrow of the miry Clay.

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My soul sniffed my shame.

My hands shook with defeat.

I struggled to save what was left,

But grasp empty air!

Love looked me in the eyes and screamed.

Faithfulness hissed at my discomfort.

Hope staggered when I called.

Faith strolled past me in disgust.

Mercy held me close…

And I caught a glimpse of heaven.

I am, but a clay…

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Can love forgive all sins?

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I wrote this poem when I heard the story of a woman whose husband repeatedly abused her, physically and emotionally. She was still willing to forgive him, she tried to make people see things through the eyes of her abusive husband, calling him the miry clay, insisting that he has issues!!!

Well, this is me writing in the POV (point of view) of this vile man! (By the way, she’s had a miscarriage as a result of the emotional trauma she’d been subjected to)

And believe me, it was difficult trying to know what goes through the mind of such a horrible man! It’s sad that so many women (and sometimes men!) are stranded in abusive relationships, and the heart wrenching part is when the abused tried to explain the irrational behaviours of their partners! I know we cannot be overly protective of our loved ones, but intervening subtly can really prevent tragedies.

One way is by speaking to the abuser, encouraging him/her to seek help for his/her anger, but it’s easier said than done.

The crux of the matter is, how would you know that you’re falling in love with a monster? And, is there hope for the violent?

These are difficult questions to answer and I won’t even try but from my little office in London, I wish you, my friends, a peaceful, love filled weekend!!

Much love, always!

🙂

Rights?

May18

( Photo credit: arifhasan)

The burglar crept stealthily through the house, his eyes darting everywhere.

His mission? To steal, to kill and to destroy.

The home owner woke up with a start, his heart in his mouth.

He was sure there was an intruder.

He stood up and made his way downstairs.

And their eyes met.

There was a scuffle and the burglar screamed,

‘I know my rights!’

The home owner yelled,

‘Your rights comes with responsibility.’

‘I know my rights,’ has been the song of the free for a long time, especially in the developed countries. Expectedly, several people have abused this freedom. Imagine the terrorist who killed innocent people, claiming human rights, or convicted criminals trying to buy their freedom through crazy scheming lawyers. I reckon we should all have rights but we shouldn’t trample on other people’s rights as well. We are all the same, brown, black, white, orange or whatever colour, race or creed. We are humans, and we should respect one another.

Just like this beautiful picture taken in Spring time Toronto, that’s how delicate ‘Rights’ are, so beautiful but very fragile…

Thanks for reading my post, have a great weekend friends.

Much love, always. 🙂