Freedom

 

Yes people did us wrong.

If we hold on to the bitterness, resentment, being unforgiving,

It destroys us inside out,

not the offenders got destroyed.

Set ourselves free…

and we can!

Penguin

I always thought
penguins are fish
fish swim
don’t they

then
I found out
penguins are birds

misconceptions
distort reality

therfore
I become more careful
when
judging people
by their behaviours

Tolerance

when I was growing up
food was scarce
materials were scarce
I built up tolerance for poverty

I was raised by a village
there was always someone
showed me kindness
I became intolerant to meanness

nowadays
there are plenty food groups
over abundance of disposals
I am intolerant to dairy

for years
we have strived for independence
are we going too far
to be overly self sufficient

we are
keeping more secrets
building layers of facade
hiding immorality behind
morale codes
desensitising each other
under the banner of
political correctness

I miss the days
with very little
being poor is not
a state of lack
blessed with many
but
missing the point
is treachery

Contortion

to me
rhyming poems are like
contortion
they are extremely
flexible

to me
they are also
seemingly
inhuman

contortion
captivates
mass audiences
so do
rhyming poems

( photo from http://www.gigsalad.com )

Impatient

I’m patient in the great scheme
Impatient seems like a missprint
It’s a fineline in between

I prayed for your healing
I know God is a healer
God given wisdom told me
to be patient

I am a fool when
it comes to your healing
I wonder why
God is
so slow