Confrontation, Controversy and Revival - Shaking Religious Mindsets
Many cave within and feel far less, as they do reject their true God given identity and glorious purpose filled destiny. Choosing to rather swallow everything society tells them to be, quickly appeasing and swiftly pleasing the cruel powers that be. Such a mentality must be killed by the pulpits aggressively to bring to the enslaved a great awakening and liberty. So once again they can freely feel, happily taste, and see all God originally intended them to believe, become, and be. Otherwise we in Christendom will fade and perish in obscurity. Instead let us arise fearlessly, never bow to cruel controversy.
Starting the Day in a Consistent Way
As a leader in my family, at my workplace, and over my own life I must recognise now the power I have to choose my attitude. This day is likely to bring unexpected challenges, struggles, trials, and tests. The only defence I have is my positive, humble, non-complaining, uncompromising, and overcoming attitude. If I do fail, and often I will, I can choose to smile and then simply get on with the next thing. I can be tolerant, patiently accepting the present difficulty. I can become aware when my attitude is faltering, and in that moment, rectify the imbalance. I can decide to see my life holistically which reminds me that though this piece of time may be painful, most is actually very tolerable, indeed, enjoyable.
Emerging Poetry Writers
Jamaica is not to be left out: although a small Caribbean island it is holding its own in the literary field of poetry. Poetry is an aesthetic, evocative emotional language that lends itself to many interpretations. It often uses particular forms to expand the literal words to evoke these emotional and sensual responses to be appreciated much time by each individual reader. The poet has many writing tools from which to choose. There are over fifty types of poetry styles from which to choose. However, most poets work within the eight basic poetry-writing styles, Free verse, Humorous poems, Limerick, Lyrical, Diamante, Haiku concrete and Ballads.
Caught in the Arms of ED
YOU MIGHT THINK I AM STRONG I THINK YOU GOT IT WRONG I LIVE LIFE DAY TO DAY HOPING IT WILL GO MY WAY I HAVE MY FRIENDS AND MY FOOD PLAN MY THERAPIST AND MY THOUGHTS MY EXERCISE AND MY EXCITEMENT THEN SOMETHING HAPPENS AND I GET CAUGHT CAUGHT IN THE ARMS OF ED TURNING MY EYES AWAY FROM MY FOCUS TO WIN THE FIGHT THAT I THOUGHT WAS GOING TO STAY. HE TELLS ME THAT I AM SELFISH THAT I SHOULD DOUBT MY EVERY MOVE ONE MINUTE I AM HAPPY DO I HAVE A RIGHT TO FEEL THIS GOOD? DOUBTING MY STRENGTH AND CONFIDENCE AS ED ALWAYS KNEW I WOULD I AM LOSING INCHES AROUND MY WAIST AND MY PANTS ARE FALLING OFF I SEE THE FACE OF ED IN MY HEAD AS HE BEGINS TO LAUGH AND SCOFF YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING STRONG YOU THINK YOU GOT ME BEAT LET ME SEE YOU LOSE EVEN MORE YOU WILL SEE THAT YOU WERE WRONG.
Skinny Memories
By the age of 15 I was already dangerously under-weighted and also avoiding 2 or 3 meals every day, working out intensively and still being able to manage a whole world of lies I made with the purpose to hide my own private nightmare from my parents and teachers. I thought that moment, It was lucky the loosen 90 s fashion I wore those days allowed me to succeed on my slim down self-imposed goals. But, after two attempts of commit suicide I chose to confront my problem and welcome myself into the healing process. It was not easy, the healing process took seven years of my life and several mistakes, wrong choices that did not helped me out.
Roll Into the Night
Ride the Zephyr across America. See the sunset and sunrise and the plight of America from aboard the train. Passenger train roll into the night Into the morning and into the night Forever I roll across America The steel rail glistens along the way Into the night and into the day The streamlined cars roll Across a land so big Places to go Places to be and places to go Across the mountains and across the plains Across the rivers, wide and mighty Past picked-fences and broken glass allies Neon lit nights, sunrise in valleys Mailboxes on roads, the train rolls by A tractor tills soil; a dog chases its tail The locomotive plies onward Into the night and into the day The train sails clickity-clack The engineer waves, the crossing gate dings Across our land the east bound sings Bacon hits griddle;
Sierra Leonean Poetry - It s Emergence and Features As it Was Struggling to Take Shape
Sierra Leonean poetry started in the late 19th century with poems published in English and the lingua franca, Krio in The Sierra Leone Weekly News, amongst the first newspapers to be established in the colony in 1860. The most famous of all the Sierra Leonean newspapers (which were of high quality) in the late 19th and 20th centuries, it was founded in September 1884, by Rev. J.C May aided by Dr. E. W. Blyden and edited by J. C. May's brother, Cornelius, who later became mayor of Freetown in the 1920s. Poems were sometimes written by settlers, mostly Europeans, who had migrated into the country.
Dreams of Love
The energy in you is well enough to swing the Sun, Before the Stars were born you were already one with love, Before mountains foundations were made happiness is you. Angels speaks musically in a sweet compassionate caring voice. Suddenly time vanished, air was no more and pure light descend. So bright, so intense, is beautiful and peaceful to feel such presence. Then the invisible became visible and wishes became reality. A powerful instinct then navigated me through an unfamiliar paths. So surprise and a bit confuse of my surroundings I panicked. Suddenly, calmly and sweetly a hand came hugging me tight.
Awaken! Connect With the Creator
Connect with the Creator to find the blueprint to who you are and your life. Live your life to the fullest and in freedom. If the world around you had influenced you to live the counterfeit it is now in your hands to claim what is rightfully your's. Arise! Awaken! You are called To bring the Good News To the poor in spirit To heal the broken hearted To set the captives free And you are about To be set free Has the World around Robbed you of your true identity Enticed you with the counterfeit Or perhaps it has Rejected you And crushed your spirit Is there a tug of war Deep down in your heart Do you hear your own whisper Who am I, what am I here for Do you do life and not live life Has life lost its meaning Lacking in lustre And not fulfilling Do you feel as if buried alive Are you devoid of passion For love and life Do you wake up each morning Motivated by the pay cheque Not by the mission or the vision Are you anxious about The uncertainties of tomorrow Are you fearful of the unknown That you lose your sleep Here is hope for you It is time That you quicken to your Creator Who has your blueprint Listen to HIS gentle voice Whispering in your heart Who you truly are HE thought of you From the foundations of the earth HE fashioned you Even before you came into being In HIS infinite wisdom HE purposed and planned What you would be and would do One of a kind not a duplicate A unique creation Of The Maker of Endless Variety The One Who delights in you For you are HIS masterpiece No one else had the right To tell you who you are For they never had the knowledge As to who you really are You have the right to know Who you really are The right to tell the World As to who you really are The right to live life Being who you are And the right to know from the One Who really knows who you are The question is Do you want to know Who you really are The chances are That you would not bother Until you figure out That somewhere along This journey of life You lost yourself For whatever reason Someone else Other than your Maker Perhaps even yourself For that matter Decided who you would be And what you would do The World decided your fit And you became it The World validated Your counterfeit image And you grew in it Some day you may wake up realising That you are not walking in your own skin You get uncomfortable After all it's the wrong fit The turmoil sets in The tug of war begins Your soul cries out For deliverance That's when you would be Desperate enough to be set free And listen to HIS gentle call To be born again And die to your counterfeit self Ashes to ashes Dust to dust You will arise Bit by bit Birthed by The Creator's Spirit To be free as the wind blows To be yourself and leap forward To walk tall in God To talk boldly for God You will delight in who you are And celebrate who you are Even as the Creator delights And celebrates who you are .
Our Names Changed the Day You Were Born
DADDY My name changed to "Daddy" When Eli my son, Arrived on this earth And I became all 'undone.' The excitement I experienced Sent shivers down my spine; This little boy-person Who made himself known quite loudly that night. Eli, Eli my son and my pride; My joy and delight, My excitement at daybreak My peace in the night. I long to teach you The things men do Like hunting and fishing, To be a man through and through. Along with all those things The most important is this To love the Lord God; In doing this you won't miss... The contentment of knowing Your whole life through That he'll always be with you And eternity too!