Chosen war and redeemed hope

i choose a bold suffer as a warrior for my redemption and not comfort in being a desiring slave to greed’s oppression

much as it appears to be my choice, it is one forced on me by the laws and the fears of men who could not hold back their judgement but lamented when excellence drew close or when failure took a stroll and my feet and face met on the ground overwhelmed



in the day or night i grasp towards light even in the grayest of skies

when i see none i do not hurt because then i know there is one shining through me

from a place i have stored up all the light that i ever caught

there is no life in looking into darkness but surely there is light to display the path and lead  me and that is where my heart goes


on my wall i see memories of the future

on the floor i feel scars from the blows printed deep

but with my head held high and my shoulders covered with budges of experience i choose to look at the wall and not the floor till a next door opens

there is not much joy in looking down on my yesterday me when my tomorrows me will have been amazing


i might as less as other not understand what i say now

but when i have lived long enough and my tears are run dry

my smile is multiplied in wrinkles

the light that can not be overseen will shine through me




and the greed or fear will pass me by at a distance

and my future will long be a past at my final destination

i will wake up at the feet of Jesus covered in the Glory of God




self pity

who am i to say pity

when i look at myself

am less fitting

why should i take this only one kiss

when all i had were jeers

and a few shots of puked beer

i can not take on your sorry

when it is a lie my whole story

and the truth will cause a furry

ill leave without saying goodbye

no one will notice i long died

and they’ll ask why they never noticed

a room was always empty

so don’t tell jokes

i wont laugh

do not flirt

or I’ll start a fight

go on like they all do

i will be the same as they all said i would

ImageI loved you

and i loved you

i new you would love me

once you knew me

so i loved you

and i loved you

i feared you would not know me

soon enough, i would start to fear

but i loved you

and i loved you

that way i lost my fear

by and by it reared into faith

then i loved you

and i loved you

and now and then when i have you

i love you

and i love you

not to see it in my blind eyes

not to hear it from my heavy tongue

do not forget that

i loved you

and i loved you

and i love you



The Picture is from


confusion out of a beer glass


the taste of juice in a beer glass

like the feel of rain on a hot sunny day

dresses up my conscience for a sweet moment of pity

the dreadful sight through sunglasses on a dark night

like a wind that digs deep into the sea

confuses my peace as i stumble upon troublesome hearts

the taste of your bitter words a decade after

like a spear drawn out of my side a minute after

is a relieving reason for my unhappy self

i get the sweet out of the hard sugar cane

like a homeless man enjoys even the taste of  molded bread

i learned to love the harshest memory and live with my finest enemy

now all i have is a repetitive blah blah blah

of no sense making finger pointing and self condemnation

and this is how it is going to go on and on and on and on

and ……….until you are gone


I am not a classic writer,just writing as a starter for the fun of it and to discover 😀

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The glory of racism


on a planet that naturally separated and floated its gods according to their faces

in a society where we grow up hating and worshiping skin colors and races

i choose to fall short of the glory of racism.

why black and white exist, except it be the sheds of truth

i can not explain, for they are not words of my mother’s language

and now that i can speak in more than one tongue

i have fallen short of the glory of racism

having been uprooted from the fairest of black wombs

i have grown to know the purest of hearts

and having been planted as one into a heart of a man with skin white as milk

i am falling short of the glory of racism.

what the eye sees and what the ear hears, the mind will want to judge

and out of fear of inferiority or equality a greedy heart will mock

but a strong one knows that wickedness and righteousness know no race

but now that i have fallen short of the wicked glory of racism,

i can raise my white flag at the call of love.


My mortal angel

moon heartI might not always do as i wish

but sure i will speak what i think

i might leave the truth behind

but i will not carry a lie about

figuring out that you are no saint took me a decade

but loving you like angel angel did not require practice

i do not live at the price of another

but please stay happy at the cost of some of my melancholic days

i gladly give you all these days

for when the path is rough for you my dear

i will collect the feathers that fall out of your wings

because darling at the coast of a free spirit and a burdened mortal being

you will always be the angel standing by my lonely self

and do not leave me alone or my thought

will sail me at the verge of madness and accursedness

Marion B A