Herculian

There will be tasks
several at a time
worth every dime
none will be more worth
than the task
of winning your mind
again and again

what is your why

If your conviction to become a better person rests in someone else’s heart then you have got it wrong.

Ultimately it will have to come from you

The ispiration

The drive

The push to attain completion

the burning desire

and oil burned way past midnight

It rests squarely on your shoulders 

Find out your why

Make it YOUR OWN

#100daysof blogging #Day 8

juvenile delinquent

Life has been unfair to me

This can’t be all I was intended to be

Doesn’t this life hold much more?

Can’t I make it out of this hole?

I am 16 years old

I want new clothes

New shoes

I want a phone!

Why would my parents not provide?

I can find ways to make things work

This nonsense that surrounds me must stop

I am tired of my poverty

I am enraged by my struggles

I shall make it out

By any means

I picked an axe from my neighbor’s farm

I exchanged it for meat and ham

The butcher doesn’t know

Neither does my mum

I need a bigger take

I am 18 years for God’s sake!

I nicked car headlights outside the mosque

Four headlights for thirty smokes

That is a good deal no?

 I am making my name hello!

And twenty years that may not be so bad a show

I have just received a briefcase of gold

From a white man who was shaken and old

I stood straight took instructions and strutted out bold

I am a go-between

From me to the big man across the creek

This is the big break I seek

I am twenty two years

My future doesn’t have to look so bleak

I moved up the ladder

Got a gun and I rule wider

I have my own sixteen, eighteen, twenty and twenty two year olds

But I will not live to tell my tale

For at twenty four

I hear the knocks on my mother’s door

I had come to upcountry to lay low

But someone must have mouthed.

For tomorrow I will be no more

I am a thief.

written with a 16yo thief, I encountered to day, in mind. May this 16 year old make better choices before life chooses the sequence for him.

#100daysofblogging #Day 6

p.s: I lacked an appropriate photo...

by His grace

 

But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.

1 Corinthians 15:10.   

It is by Him that I am
By Him
I was
By Him
I will be
How often I forget that my everything
To Him is NOTHING
And His nothing to me is EVERYTHING
I am but a vessel
Crafted
Molded
And shaped
By Him
And his grace
His grace is sufficient
If He is not then I cease to be
So if I be me, just me
Then I am not
For I will incredibly be
A NOBODY!
You be, I will follow thee
Better yet you be in me
That way you will guide my paths

 

Icarus or Daedalus?

 “If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.”

Franklin D. Roosevelt (1882-1945);
32nd U.S. President

  

Young, agile & energetic any more desire you may have?

It is constant rebuttal

I have finished with one

I have one more to go

One more to give

One more to take

Just one more time my faith to test

Yes

I am worried

It’s all I have ever been

Worried,

I may never recover from this

I just hope there is -at least- oxygen in hell

For then I will know it will be well