Be beautiful
Live
Love
Overcome all obstacles
and emerge as the butterfly

Life spreads,
And the sea dries up.
Love then consumes all the bitterness that was there in.
Living but not alive.
One breathes but,
Everything has already died.

mattsjustaroundthecorner:

There will come a time
I fear when all of my worries
will sever the nerves
that will let me justify 
the difference between
heartbreaks
and an abiding joy;

cutting down the barriers
that holds in all my feelings
for you.

There are no signs
Whispers only speak loud
Heart beats fade…
Its within that faints
When hearts wither…
Then left for decay.

Listen as their screams rage
The fear…
The agony…
As their souls ring out with each swing.

Their shouts…
Pounding as gushing waters.
Rampant as the down pour of angry fountains.

Their cries sing through the silent desert
Whistling upon winds of mountains…
As women travail.

Each men for his own,
It’s the fitness of survival…
The father who is strongest.
Leaves his son,
forever to fly a forgotten name.

The children left behind
Silent tears,
Echoes of the stones that their heads now lay on.

Wives bemoan…
For what she knew was her last.
For it is no more

Again the sounds heighten
Swords… Guns…
Clashing through the force of the wind
Yet… the battle is still not over.

The earth mourns her new spread of crimson,
And the forms she now opens to meet.

May they be remembered…
May the fallen soldier souls
REST IN PEACE.

When I let Him go,

And turned my back.

When I cursed at Him,

And angry words I spat,

He still called me His child.

When my mind gets dark and heavy,

Consumed by greed and fear,

He knows my every weakness,

And continues to hold me near.

I wanted to walk my own path,

To find my own way,

I forget about His promises.

About that dreadful day.

Yet, He still calls me His child.

I crucify Him each day,

Then buried Him in vain,

I walked all over His blood,

And trampled on His remains,

Yet, He still stood near.

I laughed and shook my head,

That He died for me,

My heart overflowed with bitterness,

Thinking a mere man can’t set me free,

Still, He continued to call me His child.

I hated His name,

Even though in my heart He prevailed,

He took my burdens,

And cleared them all away.

He held on; kept me strong,

Bidding me rest, to lay in His arms,

As dark as my life,

Christ became my light,

He brightened my pathway,

So there will be no more night.

And this is where it all starts again, at the ending. Journeys of life are taken on routes that only lead to dead ends. Be careful how you travel and also when, read all the signs and watch out for all manholes and ditches that you think may not have been there. If the way seems too smoothed it probably has a huge boulder somewhere beyond the natrual eyes boundries, and you may end up hitting it real hard because of failure to notice in time. This is where major damage is done. Buf if at the beginning of the journey it is bumpy on the ride, believe me the end result of that trip would be better than the starting point.
Life takes swings at us especially when we least expect it to, its either you notice it in time and duck with good reflexes or take a hit head on and deal with the wound as time goes by.

One, Two, Three we beat it cross the track,

Bolt teck it to dem show them what we got.

The fastest man alive,

We ago show the world how we strive.

We nah watch nuh face,

We nah back dung,

We ago whip them all,

Mek dem see how big man run.

Show it to them Blake,

Show them seh we nuh fake.

Run yah me country man,

Nuh pay them badmind

Run towards yuh medal

Mek them see seh you a shine

Give it to the them Weir

Mek them know seh we dare

We have the race them lock.

We knock them out a di finals

Cauz Jamaica teck the

ONE…TWO… THREE top spot.

Written in Jamaican dialect Patois

(Source: naturalzmuah.blogspot.com)