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Love Child

Published October 17, 2013 by moradalila2010
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family, motherhood, love, growth, life, culture, values, self, spoken words

My fingers touches your heart. I can hear your voice: tender and grace. A creation that I was so scared to make. Your warmth tickling my soul. Oneself. The second we meet, love at first sight. Oneself, innocence that I deeply want to last forever. Oneself, uniting strangers as one; silencing tormenting pasts. Oneself, you may not be my last; you hold the key of our stories, the protector of all siblings that may come. Oneself, uniquely created with a purpose that only thy shall know. My first, my carefully kneaded womb, my beginning of God’s faith and love for me (written 10 weeks in my belly).

Out of Frustration

Published October 4, 2013 by moradalila2010

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For a quick second I have forgotten who I am. I’m unsure whether it’s the people surrounding me or this city in particular that has made me run full speed into a cement wall. In the words of the Proverbs, I must build boundaries. I don’t know if it’s this town that makes me feel like $ $ $. A profit for the rich, just a number for our so called modern “founding fathers.” Let me remind you…………… let me remind myself about these boundaries. If this city, government……… the brain washing politicians; who portray leadership, have tried to market themselves instead of fore-showing their truth (I’m not buying it NO MORE). Let me reinstate; within my boundaries, I am under God with shields in hand, standing out for what’s Truth. Indivisible; attempt to tear down these walls, over my dead body! The God I know, no matter what religious denomination we’re in he loves us equally. With Liberty and Justice for all…  

To My Brothers (a note from a Veteran)

Published April 7, 2013 by moradalila2010

My husband has written this letter after the announcement of the war being ended. This was his insight and feelings toward this event in history. His powerful words has inspired me to also reflect upon those who have fought in this war, that for me, has not yet ended.  

“Today as we mark the end of the Iraq War, I find myself unsure as how to feel. On one end, I feel sorrow at the loss of four and a half thousand of our brothers and sisters with countless more wounded and others forever changed through the trials of war. On the other hand, I also think of the countless enemies, whom did not face justice, whom will live on to fight another day.

I think about my own experiences, friends I made and lost, especially, after our return, the sacrifices made by all and the mistakes of a few. I think of my own feelings of guilt of leaving the fight unfinished and the relief of being recalled to duty only to face even greater challenges, grief and sacrifices. To witness the gratitude of some of those we sought to liberate and the futility of trying to convince others that we where indeed on their side with their best interest at heart regardless of some politician ambitions or machinations.

At this point, none of it matters. What is done is done and cannot be undone or redone. I have no regrets and make no apologies to what was a truly eye opening experience.

I know now that none whom have never served can understand the complexities of war. Even those close to us who try to understand but cannot. How do you explain the unexplainable? How can they see what they have not seen?

I write these words in search of my own answers and to get my brothers and sisters to come to terms with this most somber of days. For today, is not a day of celebration, but a day of mourning for our comrades who we’ve lost. I hope my fellow comrades, with whom I have served, can look in the mirror and see the truth in that you are all men and women of honor. Courage and sacrifice. Every last one, whether American born or American earned. God bless you all and to those still fighting the good fight…good hunting.”

Short Statue Entry

Published April 7, 2013 by moradalila2010

Breath… don’t give in to the flesh… let the ray of light shine ever so brightly upon your reflections and light up your candle of dreams… Breath… absorb… Breath… let out a cry… Breath, absorb, shout, breath, absorb, scream, breath, absorb, kick, punch, breath, absorb, listen… Do you hear anything? It’s the sound of your thoughts. Now let them in and breath, absorb then listen. Don’t give in nor give away. 

Tasteful Truth/Reality

Published April 7, 2013 by moradalila2010
       Is this it? Every now and then, I look back into my crystal ball and wonder: “is this my victory? Will there be another challenge? Will this disappear with a blink of an eye?” You see, I been a scared little girl for almost all my life: relationships lost, friendships questioned, unnecessary competition with people that aren’t going to see me…”
 
      I look into my crystal ball and I see it glow. I see my future and it is glowing. I have never felt this before. I never thought I will get this far. Is this, what is so called “happiness?” I am every day woken up by someone that loves me;who has had his share of darkness… every night he kisses me on my lips and never fails to show me unconditional love. He never fails to show me my true beauty.
 
     My crystal ball… is this it? I am in shock, I am breathless, I am alive… I am in no need to say, do, show anything to anyone. I have nothing to prove… as I see through my crystal ball, I see myself; gracefully loved and understood. All this, I’ve been waiting for and it is finally here; no one and nothing can take this away.