Underappreciated

Cleansed of all pretense
no need for fancy clothes.
No make up, no push ups,
with him, i don't need to put on a show.
He loves my every freckle, every curve,
every inch of my skin.
Fulfilling me entirely
taking all of me in.
He's real,
He's honest,
He's loving me for me.

Spread the love NOW!!

"What the world need now, is Love, sweet love.." immediately sprung to mind when i was first informed about the "Spread the Love NOW" campaign hosted by Kenton, Albert and Wade, also known as "The Three Monks"

Anyone and everyone is welcome to join in. For further information, you are welcome to visit either of their websites at:

http://kentonwhitman.com/blog/2007/12/spread-the-love-now-group-writing-project/
http://www.urbanmonk.net/233/spread-the-love-now-group-writing-project/
http://themiddleway.net/2007/12/21/spread-the-love-now-group-writing-project/

The following is my bit in the quest to spread Love, Hope and Faith

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A Question of Faith..
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Little over three months ago, a dear friend of mine was bowled over with the devastating news that she had Leukemia. Chronic Myloid Leukemia to be exact. According to me, Cancer was for old people, people who had already lived their lives. For old people who needed and excuse to die.

In South Africa, being diagnosed with CML meant that you either had to be a billionaire to afford the medication, or like most others before her, just wait until the very life was seeped from you like water through a sponge.

Everyday was a battle for the next as this monster fed off of her. And i still wonder how she remained so optimistic in the light of such a terrible burden.

About eight weeks after the diagnosis, her body wasn't producing enough red blood cells, she grew pale and looked weaker than ever before. For the first time she broke down. She wept. Tears of anger, the kind where you question God. Tears of disappointment, 'cause she knew her family was hurting. Tears of sorrow, afraid of being left behind. And tears of relief, knowing she'd be set free from the agony. Or so she thought.

God had another plan, and he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. Then the call came "There is treatment for your illness, that would make you live a normal life...". What great news, she'd have a new lease on life. Then came the rest, "...the only foundation who sponsors the medication is in the U.S, and you'd have to write a pretty darn good motivational letter for them to even consider your application.."
What nonsense was this? How dare some person faraway play judge and jury as to whether she was to live or not? How dare they "consider" whether she needed their help or not? Who were these people?

Thereafter, the inevitable happened. She fell into a deep depression, awaiting the day that her body would be to weak to even care anymore. I think this could've been the time when she grew sick and tired of being sick and tired. So everyday she plucked up the strength and wrote just a little bit of why she felt she,not deserved , but would appreciate the foundations help.

On 12 November 2007, she posted her letter and in less than two weeks, she received a reply.

Today she's living off one Glevic capsule per day. The one capsule that meant either life or death. The one capsule which gives her life for the rest of her life.

Had it not been for one letter, one prayer and a giant leap of faith, she'd not be the strong, young lady, with the greatest zest for life i've seen in a long while.

Many thanks goes out to "The Max Foundation" You've made a world of difference in one family's life so faraway.

May your foundation be blessed and grow from strength to strength..

Passing Through

Soldiers of fortune lost in the wind
no destination and nothing to win.
Keeping heads above the water, you get dirty and mean
scrubbing forever, but you never come clean.
A life that is easy, a dream that comes true
flowers for someone but they sure ain't for you.
Your room's filled with soft light, safe and secure
mine is the dark night and nothing's for sure.
A life that is easy, a dream to be free
flowers for someone, but they sure ain't for me

The world i know

This is the world that i know,
where millions of summers await me.
I lead, you follow, i am your tomorrow.
Into my past, you fade away..

And while you weep, my pride turns into snow
and melts on the face of this light of hope.
My precious light of hope..

While i laugh, your pride turns into snow
and dance on the grave of what you thought you used to know.
And in the garden, i will burn callous robes
and forever shine my Light of Hope..

Fonte Frida - *Romance*

Fonte frida, fonte frida
Fonte frida y con amor,
do todas las avecicas
van tomar consolion,
sino es la tortolica,
que esta vida y con dolor.

Por ahi fuera a pasar
el traidor del ruisenor
las palabras que le dice
lienas son de traicio:

yo seria tu servidor.

Vete de ahi, enemigo,
malo, falso, enganador,
que ni poso en ramo verde
ni en ramo que tenga flor,
que si el agua hallo clara
turbia la bebiera yo;
que no quiero haber marido
porque higos ni hayo, no;
no quiero placer con ellos
ni menos consolacio.

Dejam triste, enemigo,
malo, falso, mal traidor,
que no quiero ser tu amigo
ni casar contig, no!

Angel kiss of Death

Hark!
the time is nigh,
rest your head and close your eye.
Quiver not, for i am here,
right behind you...never fear.

Lay your head down on my chest,
do not battle, against your rest.
One day soon , we'll meet again,
until then,
goodbye...dear friend.

The Thing

The who, the what, the when , the where?
The look, the glimpse, the glance, the stare.
This thing, it follows me everywhere..
Leave me alone and let me be, the way i choose,
which is free..
You be you, let me, be me.
After all,
isn't that the way it ought to be?

Quickly, quietly, rushing away, i've come so far but yet i stay,
stuck where i've started, miles away.
Still left with nothing to say..
So, grip me, grab me and hold me close,
you'll never get all of me,
just a little dose..