Wish I could see you
But you’re never seen
Wish I could touch you
But the answer is still the same
Wish I could smell you
But you’re hidden
Maybe inside the heart
I don’t know
What I know is
You can only be felt
Because you’re invisible
To define you
Is a mystery
Just like life
But you’re still better
Because you’re eternal
And life is ephemeral
When you enter the heart of a man
You give birth to more invisible children
Courage and Hope
And because of you
Man is whole
For without you
Life is useless
-MOAB © 2015
This entry was posted on May 13, 2015, in
Poetry and tagged Compassion, Courage, Empathy, Ephemeral, Eternal, Heart, Hope, invisible children, Life, Love, Man, Mystery, Passion, People, poetry.
You’re never seen
But firm in your hold
Yet, you produce fruits every day
Both the good and the bad fruits
We walk past you
And never acknowledged you
We chase your fruits
Not knowing that you’re the source
Success is your fruits
Growth is your fruits
Courage is your fruits
Happiness is your fruits
We appreciate your fruits
When they favor us
Poverty is your fruits
Violence is your fruits
Hatred is your fruits
Sorrow is your fruits
We condemn your fruits
When they cause us distress
But we never acknowledged you as the source
And because we ignored you
We never found solution
To our problems
Your fruits are not the problems
Until we go back to you
We will continue to chase your shadows
Because the solution to man’s problems
Lies in you
You’re the solution
Go find the root to your joy and predicament
And your life will never be the same again
-MOAB © 2015
This entry was posted on May 12, 2015, in
Poetry and tagged Chasing, Fruits, Growth, Happiness, Hatred, Man, People, poetry, Poverty, Problem, Solution, Sorrow, Success, Violence.
When the sun is not shining, make hay
When the sun shines, make hay
When it rains, make hay
Even in the haze, make hay
When things seem impossible, make hay
When people scream, “you can’t,” make hay
When the odds are against you, make hay
When fear strikes, make hay
Even in isolation, make hay
When there’s no aid, make hay
When opportunity knocks, make hay
When it doesn’t, make hay
When your internet connection stops working, make hay
When you’re not recognized or applauded for your work, make hay
When and when the world comes to an end, make hay
No matter what circumstances you find yourself, make hay
And make good hay
Because there’s nothing that beats making a difference
So go make hay
-MOAB © 2015
This entry was posted on May 11, 2015, in
Poetry and tagged Circumstances, Connection, Fear, Haze, Internet, Make Hay, Opportunity, People, Rain, Sun.
If I were in his/her position, I’ll do better.
If I have more time, I’ll do better.
If I were born in America, I’ll do better.
If my family were rich, I’ll do better.
If I weren’t black, I’ll do better.
These are the statements of the naysayers, of the procrastinators.
They’ve millions of excuses in their bank account.
They love tomorrow like no one else.
They’re allergic to “now.”
They’re experts in all fields but they won’t start one.
They love talking but detest action.
They love to whine about everything.
If the weather isn’t good, they take it as another excuse.
They know more than their peer-groups.
They argue, argue, and argue.
But they have nothing to show for it.
They wish, wish, and wish as if wishing is a strategy.
You better don’t be like these folks.
You can only get better at what you start.
. Start something . Start small . Be persistent
-MOAB © 2014
Photo Credit: Sherrys Soiledwings via flickr.com
The phenomenal woman passed away this week. She inspired lives with her art. Ever since her demise, many people have been writing about her life, from quotes to books, and about her speeches, interviews, and many more.
Maybe I should follow the crowd and write mine, but why? We were taught not to follow the crowd and be different. But when the crowd is doing things that matter, then you should follow them and do it differently. And this is what I’m doing now. This is an acrostic of Maya Angelou.
She demonstrated all these and that’s what made her different. She used her art to make a difference. So, make art your act because art needs gratitude, empathy, love, openness, and understanding.
—MOAB © 2014
Change is constant,
But it’s hard.
It stifles your mind to stay where you are.
It tells you stories of your past and your present.
It wants you to be safe.
It prevents you from being awesome.
Even though, change knows that you need change.
Yet, it gives you thousands of excuses not to change.
To change is to start.
Find where you need change in your life,
And let it start now.
Change is a process.
It’ll trick you for weeks,
Or for months,
And you’ll get tired,
Because you haven’t seen it yet.
Change is stubborn.
It’ll never come on time.
Sometimes it takes months or years.
But, in the end,
If you persist enough,
It’ll surely come.
Change loves consistency.
Change loves persistency.
Change loves patience.
Change loves hard-work.
Just give change all it wants,
Then you’ll see change come easily.
When you talk, talk change.
When you learn, learn change.
When you look, look change.
When you see, see change.
When you breathe, breathe change.
When you eat, eat change.
When you sleep, sleep change.
When you drive, drive change.
For without change,
There’s no life.
-MOAB © 2014
Same Old Tales.
Same War Crimes.
Same Hue and Cry.
All will still be the same if they are not ready to change decades ago.
History keeps repeating itself.
Until we are ready, ready to act, ready to sacrifice, ready to say no, ready to challenge the status quo for change.
Then, there will be new things in 2014.
-MOAB © 2013
This entry was posted on January 1, 2014, in
Poetry and tagged 2014, Asia, Change, Civil and political rights, Friends, Government, Hope, Hue, People, Syria, War crime, Warfare and Conflict.