Don't Judge Me

It has been a while I know
Since I opened up to you
But see,
The last time was rough
And kind of sad
So I clammed up again.
Do you think I don't know,
All the wrong I've done?
Or I'm unaware, you think,
Of all the lies I've told?
How many people I've hurt?
Or how unclean I am?

But you see,
I come to you today,
Soul open wide,
Arms stretched out,
Eyes shut,
Eyes shut because I'm sure
You will reject me again

But before you turn,
Saying to yourself,
"What a horrible person"
Remind you of this let me.

The Judge of the world accepted me
He who alone is qualified to cast stones
Refused to give even a censoring look
The Blameless One took all my blame
The Holy one said, "Come as you are"
The Righteous One said,
"You are the righteousness of God in Christ Jesus"


So if your Judge says to judge not
Can you accept me as I am?
Faults and all?
Sin and Grime?
Trusting that our Maker
Is working on me everyday?

Don't Judge me, love
Don't judge anyone
Because,
"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone!"
The only Sinless One efused to cast a stone at you
Why then?
Will you cast a stone at me?


(inspired by Eugene, My Yang... Great title b!!! lol now i can read yours. sure it's better)

Undecided... :)

Dayo walked down the street, on his evening stroll. He walked through the same path every evening at 6pm. He was so regular that the inhabitants of the street knew him and, on the rare occasions that he was unable to make it, upon his return, effusive greetings awaited him from the inmates of the street. Today, though, this was a different Dayo that shuffled down the street. He was paying no attention to the smiles and nods that were being directed in his general direction. In truth, Dayo was making that trip on auto pilot, his thoughts were elsewhere.
"I don't understand it. What did I do wrong? Am I such a bad person? I don't think so. Temi says I ought to be doing better than I am doing right now. Chuka thinks I ought to be married by now. He might be right, after all I am twenty nine. Mina thinks I am too nice and people are always walking all over me. I could go on and on, but what is the use, I am talking to myself. Why does every one expect me to be something else... Hold up, I am talking to myself? It can't be any worse than that. I wish I were someone else. This doesn't make any sense. Why is nothing good enough for anybody anymore? When did life get so complex? I try to do the right things and say the right things and think the right things, but it is not enough for anyone any more. I wanted to be an interior decorator, Baba wanted a doctor and so I am one now. I spent fourteen years of my life trying to be happy with that choice, now I'm finally doing what i wanted to be doing in the first place and every one is telling me I ought to be back in school specializing. Do I go back to school and specialize? What does being too nice even mean? And marriage? I'm not married because I don't want to bring any woman into this confusion... Great! I'm making excuses to myself... Maybe my problems are self inflicted... Maybe if I tried to concentrate on things that make me feel better about myself without offending anyone I'd be a happier person. And maybe if I decide to stop thinking that I have problems... Maybe... Just maybe..."

Grayscale... Redone... Please tell me which u prefer

The wave rose high and majestic in the moonlit night, causing the girl behind it to appear taller than she really was. Her dark skin glistened in the dim light and her eyes, wide and luminous , tried to take in the scenery before the wave crashed down. Another wave rose before the first wave dissipated. This time, she was riding the wave, her back straight, her mouth proud. Her high afro had beads of water shining in them like some kind of speckled headdress. A fitting crown for the naked stranger. This wave did not crash down like the first one, but bent in a parody of a bow, low enough for its passenger to step down gracefully and sink into her own bow before the waiting figure.
The abayedo was waiting for the girl. Her command had been to wait for the one that Fulvion – the water goddess- would send to her. When Kemsi saw the girl who stepped off the wave, the first thought to cross her mind was, Would Hastana send such a frail, young one? Even as she thought this, the bowed figure raised herself regally and stared the abayedo straight in the eye. By Hastana! What manner of monster is this! Even as she thought this thought she fought to repress it for she feared that those eyes could hear thoughts as well as any body’s ears heard sounds. The child’s eyes had seemed luminous in the moonlight, well it made sense now that Kemsi could see them well enough to understand that she had no pupils. Her eyes were a clear, iridescent white from corner to corner, those eyes seemed to absorb the light and then release the light back into the night.
The abayedo bowed to the child, “I am Kemsi, head abayedo in Helinth.”
“My name”, the child replied in the soft sigh of a lonely breeze, “is Jorni, because I have no home. Raise your head.”
When Kemsi raised her head, Jorni’s eyes were normal, except her pupils were mere slits, like a serpent’s own. Kemsi took off her coat and wrapped the girl in it, leading her through the alley that had just been full of waves.
Their walk was a long one, but Kemsi was not worried about Jorni’s safety, even though walking through Falltown at night is as good as asking Obanodosa to give you her key to death. Their trek took them past the outskirts of the Fringes, the diseased capital city of Falltown. Here, Kemsi paused at a rundown shack to purchase some voodoo pills. As she pocketed the precious and expensive pills she noticed Jorni staring at her, utter contempt on her face, her pupils had disappeared again and the whites shone even more than they had previously. She nervously cleared her throat and said, “Do you use them?”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realized that she had spoken in error. The night seemed to grow darker in an instant , although Kemsi could still see the moon behind Jorni’s head. The girl’s eyes seemed to take on a life of its own, glowing intensely as the rest of he face contorted in wrath. Her mouth opened and this time her voice was that of a gale in a thunderstorm, whipping Kemsi’s braids around painfully and causing the trees around them to sway in distress. “How dare you insinuate that I would resort to such trivial thrills in order to gain paltry abilities.” Her eyes glowed in even brighter as she spat out the next lines with a look of complete revulsion on her face, “Psychic abilities? Don’t mess around with me. Abayedo, it will pay u well to remember that.”
As Jorni’s anger increased, the force of the wind that was her voice rose in intensity, until it became like sharp knives directed solely at Kemsi, slicing through her clothes and her skin. Kemsi raised her hands before her body in an involuntary warding off gesture and screamed, at the sound of the abayedo’s terrified shriek, Jorni smiled thinly and nodded her head.

The Man I Know I Love

I once saw a picture
Of the man I know I love
His smile was one of leisure
His eyes that of a dove
My heart danced
My feet pranced
But it was a picture
Just a picture

I once heard the voice
Of the man I know I love
He sounded grandiose
I felt I’d found a treasure cove
I skipped through town
I couldn’t frown
But it was a voice
Just a voice

The man I know I love
Treats me with respect
His eyes don’t rove
I don’t have to dissect
Every little thing he says
Because even in future days
In his love I remain certain
And that is enough to sustain
My smile
My beautiful smile

BLOODLESS

'The fact of the matter', she thought, 'is that i'm not too surprised. i mean this kind of thing

always happens. I'm tired of fighting against the inevitable, really!.... this last attempt was just

that.... The LAST ATTEMPT! I'm too tired'.

She laughed aloud, shaking her head in amused bemusement. ' I think maybe this time my

stupidity meter ran low finally.... but i'm really done. it's always the same result so why do i

keep trying?' Getting up and walking into the bathroom, she splashed some water on her

face, and, leaning her palms against the sides of the sink, she stared into the bathroom

mirror...

'I know I'm not desperate and i know that it always comes to this... end !!!!! so WHY!!!!!!!!

they come into my life with all sorts of stories , trying to turn my dulled edges sharp! Against

my better Judgment i always let them in. as much as i'd like to lay the blame at their feet and

say they forced the doors of my defenses open, i must admit those doors don't always seem

to be well locked....

'i can't even ease this hurt by telling anyone that i did it again.... cos.... duh... they will say i

was stupid considering the fact that i KNEW, even at first , when every thing is still rosy.... I

KNOW it won't last!! But i always still just let them in. And when they begin to act all distant

and nonchalant, i want to scream at them "DID I BEG YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION IN THE

FIRST PLACE? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS COME IN TO TAKE A LITTLE MORE BLOOD?" But then i

remember it takes more than one to pick a fight and i'm too tired, worn out and sorry... '

She splashed some more water on her face, trying to hide the tears running down her face

from herself

'But i think it's about that time. i want nothing more!!!!! Leave me be!!!!!!!!!!!! Wave hi and bye

and just go. Cause letting you in causes my heart to bleed a little more... If i allow me to love

again, i'd be drained of all emotion when you leave, for u will leave. I'l be bled white... '

She turned away from the mirror after one more splash of water...... He was coming in the

door, smiling widely, arms outstretched for a hug... she smiled gaily, , took one of his hands

in both of hers shook him merrily, kissed both cheeks and walked away.....

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the dumbest of us all?
O you, of course my silly little dear
You gave away what should have been held most near

Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the craziest of us all?
O you, of course, Crazy one
For you have lost what ought to be won

Mirror Mirror on the wall
Shall I ever recover from this fall?
O yes, you shall, o fair of face
If all your mistakes you retrace

OnyiBi Asks...

She thought she was well covered. She knew that she did not allow herself to love. so her heart was bulletproof. Then he waltzed into her life. They started out as friends but he was perfection. He knew who she was and why she was, sometimes he'd do stuff she wanted to do even before she realized she wanted to. He was perfection.

She didn't realize that she was falling in love. Again. She began to long to be in his company, oh how she loved to hear his voice. She worked hard to gain a dimpled smile from him because that smile always made her day. When he didn't call she was depressed and moody. She didn't understand herself anymore. Imagine her joy when he said he wanted to be more than friends!!!

Then! He stopped calling, she was the one who spent her time calling. He stopped being so understanding, she began to second guess herself at every turn. He became distant and began to be erratic in his manner toward her, today she is the love of his life, tomorrow he could care less about her. Oh she began to feel like she was less than she really was.

The question she asked me to ask you guys is simple really. Why go through the trouble of wooing her if you know you really didn't want her? Why turn her world upside down when you know you won't be there to put it right side up again! Why bring her heart to life only to shatter it into a million more pieces than it was shattered before she sewed it back together? She said, "OnyiBi do you know what pisses me off the most? I didn't ask for his attention! I was on my own and he came and slapped me awake? Now it rains behind my smile everyday. The little that was left of my heart is quickly fading into a sketch of what ought to be."

So I ask again? Ladies, is he really worth it?!?