thoughts to words

In the words of Pharrel Williams, 'money can't buy you happiness but happy can get you money', As i was going through some updates i stumbled on this and it got me thinking..in more ways than one that it does make sense. We are so busy trying to attain success, love, happiness, picture perfect dreams and movie lives that we forget to actually enjoy our time and create life rather than a living. You see, when we just relax and embrace the feeling of what we are doing and be happy we can achieve so much more than we had bargained for. For the longest time i did not think this statement could be so meaningful, but it covers my six months of 2014. I had just finished a short course i was doing in college last year and thought to myself, why not take a year off school and see what happens, i guess you'd say i was crazy back then :) But i was seeing life pass me by and there all these things am yet to do and experience so i took the challenge. I added a twist an prom...

Wisp of country and simplicity, Toungues crashing, crackling of the wood so exciting,so inviting, warmth fills the air, the darkness quickly fading, you held me, close sweetnothings whispered subtle promses cast, giggles and hands locked, you eyes so intruiging, capturing my whole being, wave after wave of thirst quenched, needs i didnt know i had, playing with fire... as the wood ave in to the fire, the wind swept through, wooing us on, we backtracked to our roots, words lost in translation, sounds became one with the wild, a song of tranquile, Ah, the release calling me as i came,closer straight towards...reality the blurr coming into focus the ghosts of the past become one with the wind, all alone and fear finds the perfect ground Bernice

      As i try to find my way through life and all that it comes with, i am reminded of one great legend that has been through this journey of life and has gone through such experiences, leaving words behind that hold great power and hope for me and others. Maya Angelou, a woman with great courage and tenacity. Having faced her fears head on and leaving wise words for us to form  a path of our own  and leave behind a legacy.      Your words touch deep to heal wounds deep rooted into our hearts and souls. You not only found a way to share your life but you have made it possible for me to embrace my individuality and give my best shot at any task thrown my way. Such encouragement is what has become stepping stones to the river called life.      The peace that you left this earth with is the same peace that you lived by everyday,  a peace from deep within that we should all strive towards. You stayed true to your values and open...

A shiver runs down my spine, I need that manna of mine, that given with manna and quail, As i look for a scapegoat, i wail, life feels like a bad bet, that i made yet i did not. I wasn't aware, I wasn't even here, As i popped out i cried, should that answer it without all that science of unblocking the lungs? Is the world that bad...? that an innocent should cry when brought forth? I need that manna of mine, that which came without attachment of strings, or did it? they formed a covenant, right? Does that account for the 'free' services or for the 'fee' of the services? Is that what the world has become? a battlefield of some sort? Is that what ME stands for these days Must Endure? Bernice

Has the love bug bit  you yet?... :) its all around on my side. I found one of my first poems while cleaning out my room and decided to share it. Read and enjoy,  Should the sun go down, i want to know that i have my own, you know, that person,that one Should the moon appear, i want to bear, the doings of the day, and have what i care; most without wear, Should the sun rise again, i want to rise and gain, i want my companion of size who i won't complain of Should it get dark, i don't want to fall back, i want to know i have that person who'll have my back, and get me back on track, Should our flower whither, i won't go in and sulk in bitter, i would want to see the rose and not the thorns, as that's what it is about, Should i see the rainbow, i'll ignore the wind blowing, i want to smile coz it's there though it rains, i'll forget the storm  and hold on to beautiful things such as those Bernice

Silence fills me, these four walls cant accomodate me, not my creativity, or my ability, i hear the quiet movement of sand through the hour glass and the footsteps outside the electrical controlled doors, they told me i needed help, for what? i kept asking i simply took the powdery substance they called it cocaine, i say its their imagination tis my pain and gain, 'her love left', they claim i was always alone, i proclaim they just didnt realize, family equated to stone, so cold, doctors say am unstable feelings and proper speech, am unable, flight, i ran from the strange people in lab coats, the nurses and their hats, i stepped in the dark alley, the street lights adjacent to the highway, illuminated stray dogs on the hunt, put a scary chill in me, thinking it would wash the fear away.. i sniff the white powder, i felt it coming... grey and i figured i wouldn't see the sunrise any more             ...

While looking for a new idea around me, a friend sent me a photo that got me thinking, 'am i wasting my time'. think about it... Are we living our lives trying hard to make a difference yet we are only doing the opposite of it. am i spending my life saving a drowning fish,? are you stuck with someone, who abuses your emotions when all you need to do is put the fish back in the water and let it swim..!