Droplet!

My voice is a drop in the ocean
Perhaps too little to be heard by my nation
And I doubt
That even if I SHOUT
I would be heard.
But my heart has been stirred,
My stomach vigorously churned
At the distasteful merits that this land has earned
My hands are tied
My eyes struggle to see the upside
Of our current position
For it is too wide for my meager cognition
Is it that we harbor a disposition
Of hatred?
Do we not understand that life is sacred?
But my voice is a drop in the deep blue sea
It doesn’t matter if I SCREAM a ‘One Love’ melody
It remains pull teeth for us to live in harmony
Blatantly misusing the word ‘unity’
Living carelessly
Lying fearlessly
Forgetting that we are still at the mercy
Of The Almighty
And though I am like dew within immense forestry
I will be the best droplet I can be
Scream and Shout
Till this drop of water dries out
Or until society joins my causation
Til I’m too big to be ignored by my nation

When your drop and mine fills the ocean

And starts up a tsunami of change

Bind together with the strength 10 hurricane

My drop of water has a name

And it is justice

Cuz we have reached point all in level crisis

My drop of water has a focus

And it is peace

No matter how much ruction I have to make to get a piece

Cuz my voice is only a drop in the ocean

Perhaps too little to be heard by my nation

And though the frustration,

There is nothing I can do to negate it

But something I say may change it

If your voice is a drop in the ocean

How can you use it to affect your nation

To change our situation

Draw back to the author of all creation

Ask Him to give revelation

Cry out for regeneration

Till all the hatred and pain is just imagination

Poetry: New Love

What wind do I feel against my knees?

Whose skin is this on mine?

What love can exist in these times?

What path are we take together?

Or Who are we to be forever?

Can love exist in these times?

Or rather,

Why does it bother?

What beauty should I see in Him?

What safety should I feel?

It is the breath of the sea

Pushing me more closely

To his skin

For it is him in his skin that wins

My heart.

Love survives all rigor

It’s path is one that we must figure

Together forever

We are we

Love lives as long as you can see

Because it cares that I and he are we.

His beauty comes from me

The strength of his love is what is my safety.

Gospel Jazz/Soul Lovers! You Will Enjoy This

This is episode 5 of Soul Sessions The Concert Series done by Nisa Nora and her team. Her voice is one that I’ll forever admire.

She…

She sits alone
Swinging her feet
To the beat
Of her lonely heart’s song
Hoping soon someone would sing along
Hair blowing in the wind
blowing through her thoughts
Hoping soon they will be caught
But the price of her heart is too dear
To be bought
Her eyes are set
And frequently wet
But soaks in the sun
Which soon someone will shade her from
The time will come
She sits alone
Swinging her feet
To the beat
Of her lonely heart’s song
Knowing soon someone will sing along

Who Am I Really?

So lately I have been wondering a bit…..who exactly am I? Or more importantly, who do I want to be? As I write this even now, some things are making so much more sense to me. I have been wondering about my talents, skills and abilities….the things I love to do and the things I should be doing, I have also been looking at people around me that seem so focused, so figured out and I am here.

Well to be honest, I believed I had past this stage already but I realise now that I haven’t. I do know what my skills and abilities are….and my talents etc. I know what I want to do with them….where they can take me and where they won’t take me but the problem spins further than that. As I look at some of my friends and notice their titles…Drummer, Singer, Poet, Writer..and so on, I really ask myself…what is my title?

Growing up, I have always know that I could be whatever I wanted. There was nothing anywhere that could stop me from doing the things I loved. Now, I just feel like I haven’t conquered anything. I feel like I should just give up everything but then thinking about it….they all got to the places where they are…by persistence. They worked to achieve their title and so will I.

I know what I love and I will be known for doing what I love, even if I love doing a lot of things. My focus also, shouldn’t be on being known for doing things but I should simply focus on doing them. That’s all.

Who am I really? I am who God has made me to be. I am who He says I am, I am heading towards my goal of being who I want to be. I see that I have to encourage myself and work hard to get to places…or else I’ll end up being a jack of all trades and a master of none. That is something I don’t want at all, so I press! I can’t be who other people are and most times it’s because my me-ness is too big into their little their-ness box. I will be as boundless as I am allowed lol…..if that makes any sense.