When Life gets you Down
Stand up, never back down, fight till last breath
let others kill each other, let others hurt.
matters to you why, think all thats good and pure in your life.
let people talk, let them laugh, for there judgement lays beaneth waiting.
Think of your family, when evil tries to plant its seed in you.
smile in the face of all those who appose you.
for they will wimper at the altar of satan.
So when life gets you down.
think of your blessings.
for it takes more muscles to frown,
then it does to smile.
Sent in to us by Melba
She rescues me
When the tears are falling
Down my cheeks like rivers
She talks to me so gently
Brings comfort to my heart
When the sky is black as night
She shines her light upon me
Like a diamond sparkling
Lifting clouds from around me
Friends we will always be
No matter what the future brings
We can speak our own minds
And know that it's alright
She rescues me from sadness
Brings some laughter in the dark
Sent into us by Fiona
WOW
Its an awsome morning, full of brillent life.
its a dove cooing, a bee humming.
its a blue sky, rich and dazzling.
its children stomping in a puddle.
The clean smell after the rain.
the bunny hopping in your yard.
the drink from a hose cool and ultra refreashing.
the end of a long day, home and secure.
When the earth roars with magnifence.
when the ceatures amaze.
when people do extrodinary things.
when life is oh so worth living.
All this is amazing
all this is wonderess
all this is so boundless and free
ALL THIS, THIS EARTH OF OURS ITS JUST SO
WOW
Sent into us by Vincent
The Boys of Labadi Beach
On the shores of Labadi Beach, live harbingers of treasure:
Star fish, cowry shells, snails sweet as coconut,
Coke bottles, broken, cut and polished into ocean emeralds,
Magic stones sacrificial offerings.
Oblation for the sons of Teshie, the children of Nungua,
Barefoot village boys, no shirts, no knickers, no fees for school.
Yet they are abosom--gods of the beach.
Up and down Labadi, they alone can find the treasure
Power-drilled by sand and water, spiral tunnels, filled with magic.
"Good luck . . . in here," the beach boys promise,
Raising them to the African sun: transubstantiation,
Ancient magic, under the species of stone.
"Five thousand cedis," they say, "six on down the way."
Two dollars can feed a family for a day; I buy the useless rock.
The boys of Teshie and Nungua, heads bowed,
Counting money and good luck,
Disappear, leaving behind only land-turtle trails
To be eaten by the next hungry wave.
Sent into us by Ellie
The Piano Woman
She sat there silently analyzing us. I could have mistaken her for a witch. She was the piano woman. She wore an interesting face. As if she was depressed. Her gray roots sprouted out of her unconditioned hair and it would take you a while to count the wrinkles on her face. Her nails were bitten to the point that you could bleed and her fingers were long and wiry. My attention was then brought to her clothing. She wore a red plaid blazer with over-sized navy pants. the comparison was of a clown. Then after given a cue she reached for the keys and the song played. notes poured out of the piano reaching every end of the large sized auditorium. my heart flew. I was amazed how someone like that can play a beautiful instrument like, well, that. Soon the jolly tune came to an end and I was no longer hypnotized. She spoke her voice did not flow. it reminded me of a witch. My goosebumps appeared as a chill ran through me. All I could think was...... what a weird person.
Written by our very own Lauriela
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