TWITTER: A NEW PATH

Well my first day on twitter was terrible. The right word? Aimless. I knew no one and certainly no one knew me. It was something i had not tried before...and i was failing at it.
There was the big problem; an 'artificial' disaster of my country...unstable internet connection. One day on, three days off!
One full month and sadly no improvement. *chuckle*
Then, if i remember correctly, i checked the public timeline and met someone, Christa Abraham, her username's @seizemusic. She was my first friend on twitter.
Then i started following writers and cool people who affected my life like Gina Stark, Kristen Howe, Lorena Heletea & a host of others.
I even fell in 'love' with Cristina Huidiu. An amazing lady, with an outstanding intellect. *whispering* She's my twitter backbone and she doesn't know it. Lol.
I appreciate twitter, it has broken several 'notions' i've had about whites. They were not bad mind you, just based on what hollywood showed...quite shallow.
I was even surprised that no one minded my age; it is something that most people can't overlook.
Twitter has provided a way for me to get past societal barriers and show people who i am...not just a typical African, someone who has been blessed with talents, and who intends to use them wisely.
It's the only way i can reach the world...for now. *smile*
Talk about being yourself and having fun.
And now, i have to stop...or my mom will scream my name out of existence.

CRIMSON PETALS

The falling,shrivelled petals of a love once fair,now cursed like the north wind.
She screams and i move back.
It is her own battle not mine.
It is now that logic stills emotion.
I shall not back down.

She is but a shadow now, virtue long lost.
Hate and anger have become her wine.
Envy holds her in it's green grip.
I look on and see nothing where the woman i once loved stood.

The embers are still burning.
I will still forgive her if she comes back.
But alas! I know i lie to myself.
She will not come back; not to a love this pure.
Was this always there?
Her hunger for 'physical adventure'
Sadly, i know not.

But i know this.
Her heart is now empty and dark.
Her soul is now a playground for evil.
Her mind is a twisted branch.
But o why should i be cursed to love her.
I see clearly, my heart pretends not to.

I will love and shall retreat.
I will watch from afar and my soul shall groan with pain.
But i will watch.
It is her own choice, her curse, my regret.

The makings of HIM : Smart pawns

Night. The time for predators and he was top of that list. It had been twenty five years since his mother's death and the killer's grin still rode the valley of his dreams.
Being no.1 on the FBI most wanted list was an achievement he didn't delight in. Killers who were placed on that list were insane; random killers. He was different, he knew why he killed and he knew who he killed.
It wasn't a pleasurable task, it was a necessary one. If the FBI had enough common sense, they would see his choice of targets. Drug dealers, rapists, and his favourite bunch...killers.
The FBI thought he killed killers because he didn't like like competition. He knew the real reason: everyone of them was responsible for his mother's murder. It was his twisted justice.
And while Kross lived, Jeff the disposable disguise wrapped around him lived too. Living the perfect normal life. Jeff and Kross were opposite sides of a mirror.
Kross looked outside the window into the far night and turned abruptly. If he didn't kill tonight, it would destroy whatever pattern the FBI thought he had. Killers with patterns were predictable. He was not predictable. There would be on patterns, no predictions. Only fear and death. Fear that evil had it's own 'twisted' hunter.
Tonight's target had been a club owner, Mr. Alan Clum. He kidnapped girls and forced them to work for him, lap dancers, stripers, sex slaves. You name it. The trampling of everything women stood for. But, Mr. Alan would have one more day to live.
Patience was his greatest 'gift'. Then, tomorrow night, Mr. Alan would die and he, Kross would watch as the FBI formulated theories and ideas on why and how Mr. Alan was killed.
Maybe he would even give a few theories, after all he was one of their best agents.

WHITE LILY OF CUPID'S TOUCH

I ignore it, at least i try to.
But can i ignore my own heart.
Can i curse it's independent schemings?
It's love?
Or perhaps there is not deception.
It was inevitable that my fort will one day fall, knocked down by love.

Oh! Such beauty.
Are you my trial?
I would fail woefully.
Why do you always have to be here in my heart.
Right where i cannot tell you to go away.
Why do you hunt me so?

Should i stop time to look at you?
Should i fight the armies of life to protect you?
Your knight disguised in a worn out cloak.
The Earth strains to contain my love.
Heaven smiles at it.

I shall always be here for you.
You who have enslaved my heart with your smile.
The smile i would fight the world to keep on your face.
Until the day when i become intoxicated with courage,
And whisper those true words to you.
I shall be here, disguised as a friend; waiting forever.
Patience would envy me.

The makings of HIM.

She had just closed the shop & even though it was late, her 4 year old son didn't seem hungry. He was used to it, the fluctuation of stability in her life. It was all her fault, if only she had been smart with David; if only he had accepted his son and rejected her. Jeff was all that mattered.
Jeff woke up & his head from her right shoulder. It seemed the volume of her thoughts had woken him. She patted his head &smiled down at him, he smiled back.
The fact that she could hear her own footsteps should have alerted her. It was a reminder that she was all alone in a dark alley.
As she turned around a corner, she came face to face with a man. She missed a heartbeat & moved back slowly. He followed her, his bloodshot eyes searching her face. He grinned & she could swear it was the devil in between his teeth.
She held Jeff close to her.
It was a singular act of protection that the man noticed & the grin disappeared.
"i had a boy just like him" said the man. Then he broke into a laugh which sounded more like a cough. "i killed him & his mama yesterday. I stabbed her again & again"
He was coming closer!
She put Jeff down and pushed him behind her. Whatever was coming, she would recieve it first.
"I have some money. You can take it all" she pleaded. The man smiled.
"That was my intention miss. Was. But after seeing you & remembering my wife. I have to kill you. You don't deserve to look like her"
"Please sir" she pleaded, still moving backward & hoping she could get back into the main street.
"There's no escape lady but, i'll let your boy live"
To show the finality of his statement he pulled out a knife. She picked up Jeff who had been quiet all along and ran.
With quick steps, the man was behind her. He pulled her by the hair to the ground and pushed Jeff away. Jeff tumbled and hit his head on a wall. He was dazed.
The man held her neck and stabbed her again and again, smiling. Jeff just watched...powerless. The man dropped the dead body of his mom to the ground, flashed Jeff a grin and walked away.
Jeff was so weak, he couldn't get up. He just watched the blood pool around his mother's lifeless body.
He knew she was dead. It was the night Jeff died and, the killer Kross was born.

THE DIE OF PURPOSE

Purpose, propósito, zweck, scop, but, syfte, akíd.
In all languages, it still means the same thing...and carries the same importance: A result, aim, goal of an action intentionally undertaken, or of an object brought into use or existence.
So the question 'what is purpose?' is solved, and inevitably gives birth to another question... 'What is my purpose?'
Everyone's life is driven by something; a problem, pressure, a painful memory, a belief; guilt, anger, fear, and their negative siblings. Pleasure, the need for approval, the need to succeed.
What drives your life?
Different people have different views on purpose. Most believe natural propensities may determine what sort of purpose a person needs to pursue, but freewill determines if the person pursues it. Another group believe that purpose is not fixed, but freely chosen (or not chosen) by individuals and can change through life.
Another group believe that God has an 'overlying' purpose and a certain purpose for each and every individual. The purpose is not fixed; after all God above all values freewill, He gives it. The 'overlying' purpose remains the same~ Sharing in His love. (I fall into this group).
Finding your purpose in life has it's benefits.
1. It defines clearly what you do and what you don't.
2. It concentrates your effort and energy on what's important.
3. Your values change. You fight for what you need, not what you want.
Focusing on ourselves will only reveal our intentions, we need to work with God to find our purpose.
QUOTES
"God does not play dice"~ Albert Einstein
"You think you're here for yourself, you're here for us"~ African saying.
What is your opinion on purpose?

The circumference of need.

I need you in my times of strength and in my weakness;
I need you when you hurt as much as when I hurt.
There is no longer the choice as to what we will share.
I didn't marry you out of need or to be needed.
We were not driven by instincts or emptiness;
We made a choice to love.
But i think something supernatural happens at the point of marriage (or maybe it's actually natural).
A husband comes into existence; so does a wife.
He is a whole man before and after, but at a point in time he becomes a man who also is a husband;
That is- a man who needs his wife.
She is a whole woman before and after.
But from now on she needs him.
She is herself but also part of a new unit.
Could it be that God really does something special at "I do"?
Your despair is mine even if you don't tell me about it.
But when you do tell, the sharing is easier for me.
And you also can then share from my strength in that weakness.