Dear Son of my Countryman.

Dear son of my Countryman Son of my many fathers I write to you brother who fights in the army

My prayers for your safety awaken me every morning
You who has taken that rifle to fight our enemy
And courageously stand guard to protect our Sovereignty, our borders and our integrity
I wanted to tell you how proud I’m of your parents To which it would be a lie.
A terrible lie
You see, son of my many fathers’
I knew your father once.
A brief interlude
But enough to spur events that would shape Two decades, going three of my life.
Yes, your father, the one whom you worship The one whose mantle, love, leadership brightened your horizon
Simultaneously tore my world and darkened my universe.
He, who gave your sister the life so charming, That she holds that scalpel with pride to heal,
He that mentored your brother to take that legal pen to protect the law.
Yes him, proud papa stole my youth in one brief interlude.
Now, as I celebrate my threescore, I hardly cry nomore
For my tears have turned to sighs, of what pride I did know
Now your sister celebrates, as I cringe before men
In him, the head, his big tummy of recognition and status,
Squeezed and pinned me on the ground with all his military might and experience
Yes the one who shaped the lawyer in my ‘other’ sibling took my right to scream that fateful day
With a knife on my throat, he thrust his bulk and ushered me to an abyss
Through him, I knew a beast had a fatherly form.
That smile of recognition could be a welcome to your special hell.
But alas, hello truly has ‘hell’ in it.
Now as you prepare to commence your union with your rib,
With lifes’ bounty, I bless you
May his second generation never meet one like him
For your daughter my dear brother may find one like him.
And in one swift interlude, her world may be ripped apart.
And find her innocence nolonger celebrated and youth tolerated.
Seeking numbness in ills ways and all trust alienated.
Dear son of my Countryman Son of my many fathers.

If only you could hear my thoughts God...

If only you could hear my thoughts God They are full of pain Too much immeasurable agony Unending, unceasing Constant and raw I can’t escape the abyss of my heart Its become a home to torment To numb it, I keep running Seeking a hiding place A refuge But nothing can still the chaos No amount of sane methods can Leaving the unconventional That which leave my remaining soul More than lost Yes if only you could hear me Lord And feel my pain, without chastising me And answer! Then I would feel less of a monster And heed thy ways And follow thy paths of peace!

WHEN IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE FAILED

WHEN IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE FAILED Lord, are you trying to tell me something? For……. Failure does not mean I’m a failure; It does mean I have not yet succeeded. Failure does not mean I have accomplished nothing; It does mean I have learned something. Failure does not mean I have been a fool; It does mean I had enough faith to experiment. Failure does not mean I’ve been disgraced; It does mean I dared to try. Failure does not mean I don’t have it; It does mean I have to do something in a different way. Failure does not mean I am inferior; It does mean I am not perfect. Failure does not mean I’ve wasted my time; It does mean I have an excuse to start over. Failure does not mean I should give up; It does mean I must try harder. Failure does not mean I’ll never make it; It does mean I need more patience. Failure does not mean You have abandoned me; It does mean You must have a better idea. Amen

If You Are WiSE

If you are wise, you will forget yourself unto greatness. Forget your rights, but remember your responsibilities. Forget your inconveniences, but remember your blessings. Forget your own accomplishments, but remember your debts to others. Forget your privileges, but remember your obligations. Follow the examples of Florence Nightingale, of Albert Schweitzer, of Abraham Lincoln, of Mother Teresa, of Wang are Maathai, of Tom Dooley and forget yourself into greatness. If you are wise, you will empty yourself into adventure. Remember the words of General Douglas MacArthur: “There is no security on this earth. There is only opportunity.” Empty your days of the search for security; fill them with a passion for service. Empty your hours of the ambition for recognition; fill them with the aspiration for achievement. Empty your moments of the need for entertainment; fill them the quest for creativity. If you are wise, you will lose yourself into immortality. Lose your cynicism. Lose your doubts. Lose your fears. Lose your anxiety. Lose your unbelief. Remember these truths: A son must soon forget himself to long remembered. He must empty himself in order to discover a fuller self. He must lose himself to find himself. Forget yourself into greatness. Empty yourself into adventure. Lose yourself into immortality.

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CHOOSE LIFE!

If you are wise, you will forget yourself unto greatness. Forget your rights, but remember your responsibilities. Forget your inconveniences, but remember your blessings. Forget your own accomplishments, but remember your debts to others. Forget your privileges, but remember your obligations. Follow the examples of Florence Nightingale, of Albert Schweitzer, of Abraham Lincoln, of Mother Teresa, of Wang are Maathai, of Tom Dooley and forget yourself into greatness. If you are wise, you will empty yourself into adventure. Remember the words of General Douglas MacArthur: “There is no security on this earth. There is only opportunity.” Empty your days of the search for security; fill them with a passion for service. Empty your hours of the ambition for recognition; fill them with the aspiration for achievement. Empty your moments of the need for entertainment; fill them the quest for creativity. If you are wise, you will lose yourself into immortality. Lose your cynicism. Lose your doubts. Lose your fears. Lose your anxiety. Lose your unbelief. Remember these truths: A son must soon forget himself to long remembered. He must empty himself in order to discover a fuller self. He must lose himself to find himself. Forget yourself into greatness. Empty yourself into adventure. Lose yourself into immortality.