Mifa words Poems
|7.||Letter To A Son (Part I)||9/25/2012|
|8.||I Know Nothing||9/25/2012|
|9.||Letter To A Son (Part Iii)||9/26/2012|
|10.||Letter To A Son (Part Iv) 'The Regret'||9/26/2012|
|11.||When We Forget||10/1/2012|
|13.||At Some Point...||2/8/2013|
|17.||She Changed My World||7/8/2014|
|18.||Letter To A Son (Part Ii)||9/25/2012|
|19.||The Word Might||9/7/2010|
It always starts with an impulse…a sudden, but subtle surge.
Reality strikes an unnerving blow.
Steel-shut truth doors are suddenly opened;
As we blindly search for that beautiful glow.
A subtle surge it is…sudden…when we truly become alive.
It's that beautiful scent that arouses our spirit;
For some reason, oblivious to us,
We take hell, just for heaven's sake.
All is well, even with our burdened cross,
‘Cos for us, nothing matters…when we truly become alive.
The Word Might
if life were only as sweet
as we would want it to be.
if only we could sing
and our voice created a perfect melody.
if we could all share baby smiles
and the penalty for frowning
was to be put away in jail for a while
oh! wouldn't life be sweet?