In down under by my self

Being here for the first time i have to stand on my own to feet.And it`s just like home,the sky is blue,sun is yellow,people are friendly and foods great.But it is the small things that make me miss home.The prices are expensive,a phone call is a buck,the humidity is dry and I dont have my car.To be here is something of a mission but to be here without my small comforts is like being in the jungle.So for now on I salute back home for that is where my heart will always shall but but here`s a toast to Australia the country of opportunities and dreams.

As this is the beginning of a new chapter in my book the future seems bright and clear for me as I am in famliar ground but at the same time in unfamiliar lands.As the sun rises early and slight rain droplets fall on the window covers and a cool breeze fills he room an all new feeling and familiar feeling comes to heart.In a house warm of family emotions is a cool awakening ease which would come after a night of light rain.To be here is to be like home for me,butthe absence of physical pamily is present there is no absence of them in me.As technology has brought us closer then ever before the connection os communication is still strong.

I stand in front of the winow gazing at the new land and world that surrounds me I can say I feel safe and sound knowing here I have frieds that I can rely on for help or consultation.But for now I am alone waiting for the time to come and stand by the memories I have of my life past,in limbo before I start creating memories of new.

As always the past was a present,the present the moment and future a dream.I will survive this and come out string for I am Who I am.For at this moment the sun has risen on me and clouds of doubt has cleared my mind.May the light guide me through this time and lead me to the podium of success and righteousness.

For I may be alone here at physical times but I shall never be alone in memories and experiences to come.

The Time has come

As we go through this life we will meet many and see many off.As this a river flowing down the mountains to the sea,with many fish and creatures on the banks we flow down with the current as a leaf from the tree.As we stroll down we see many other leaves that have found their end and many who just start their journey.But our time and their time is never known for when they will find their end but as we flow down the time will come when we will flow our separate ways.But to meet again we shall in the future without a doubt,maybe not down this stream but in the ocean,if not he ocean maybe in a pile on the banks.But again to meet we shall for time will come again for our course to intercept.As the time has come for you to leave this stream but to join back will never be known but let faith have it`s way and we keep on floating down...

This goes out to a friend that is flying off to America to further her studies,Best of luck i wish to her and a joyful time there i wish.

What is prom

Prom is another word for the end of a chapter of life.It should indicate the end of a happy story in the library or volumes we call life.They ask why i did not attend,I reply i did not want to.In truth i did not want to but half of me did,but my college life was never the best or the happiest.With sorrows and regret,happiness and laughter but to celebrate the end with sorrow and guilt in my heart i shall never end a story.I ended my last story in school with joy and no regrets,but now with guilt,sadness,loneliness,sorrow and a tear down my face,it was not right to go to prom with hat in mind.It never made sense to go this time as I just finished exams with bad notes,if i were to book a place it would be a week before exams and i will be put through guilt and not allowed to go as my father would say.To ask to go would have been an idiot yet few say i am an idiot not go have gone.I am but a human with emotions and feeling,yet as a creature of the world i have to fore fill curtain needs.As i am what i am a son a man,never will i fill the shoes of the pass generations but never will i know when i will find my shoes.So to those few that actually remembered me i thank you all but to those who did not even have a thought of me i bid you farewell and all well for these should have been my last words before but from the day of prom i now know who is a friend and who is just another character in the story of my life and the library of who i am.

For Direction is mine

This highway of life i have driven so long with a map and compass but to no treasure but through the jungles and deserts.I fought the heat and rode the waves of the seven sea`s but now even after the journey of this map,it ends with no lessons for me but many lessons for others.On the way many i have meet,many will remember me but many will never see me again.I am but a memory with my heart full of joy,sadness and guilt,to continue this highway to where it goes i will never know.But to sit at the rest for now i shall.But to walk the road i might,with memories through my mind and tears of regret,sadness,guilt,sorrow yet with memories of laughter,happiness and love.For what have i done to deserve to be on this highway never will i know.And never will i know my direction in life and where and when it ends.For faith is my road and my life is my car as long as i drive this direction faith has set i shall live an unknown life.

HallWay

I stand out side a class room after my class..I walk the hallways with many friends,we chat and we laugh.The semester has ended what am i to do now...Many have more classes some are going to university but what do i have to do..With my life in the hands of faith i sit on a bench with a few friends that hang around to chat.But they all have their ways to go,Places to see,people to meet..What and where do i have to go..I sit on the bench watching as many pass by,yet a few stop to ask who am i and what am i doing..My reply is "I forgot who i an and i have no where to go." leave i tell them for it is my life that is in this hallway of life..for i have not done what many wish to do and i have not done what many wished i would do..For a failure or a side show is what i am..for many a time i was the strong wall,the shoulder to cry on,the friend who will be there no matter what..but now i fall back into darkness for there is where life has set me to be..a shadow in the school of life..Once a student without many flaws or many awards..for a mere student i am with no thoughts of the future or plans for the time..just the memories and tears i shed when i feel sad..My mind has fallen to the floor and my soul blown away with the wind..who am i and what am i? I wonder as i sit on the bench...a walk i take not far i walk,a window cracked yet clear to view,i look out with many running through the gardens to class or home i stand wondering if was i to be there or am i to b here...The end of this school time is for many yet the start or further is for them...where am i to go without an idea,a dream a fantasy i stand as the sun sets i walk through the gardens alone with the moon as my friend and all the stars as my witness,out of the compound i leave and on to the street i wonder...A street light flickers and fade,a dog passes after a cat..I ponder a moment and ask my self again What am i to do and where am i to go? the only answer i get is the class rooms i was in and the hallway i was at..for that was my life and now is it over or is there to be a sign of wher ei am to be....

Elton John - Your song

My direction

The hair that flows down your head like a silk cloth,the lips of ruby you have so red,Your eye`s that shine like stars in the sky,your skin so soft and pure as if coated with pearls and milk,your voice that make a choir of angels seem like an amature band,your heart of gold that brings no value to any diamond in this world,your mind so open and intelligent makes me feel that i have someone that can and does understand me when we speak,your laugh that i hear fills me up with joy and brings a smile when i`m sad and your beauty so clear and true that it doe snot need make up to bring out the best in you.To walk down a path with your hand in mine,to sit in top of a hill to watch the stars dance with the clouds while the moon conducts the lights and sounds of the city like an orchestra for us,to watch a movie on a couch with pop-corn and hold each other when the climax comes...it`s on a dream i have but it`s your beauty that gives me the reason to dream..Let not my heart be alone so long i beg from you Life,give me a sign that when i pass i will have felt and given love to someone more then my self,let me be a person that will bring some thing to the world but let me not be an actor on this stage without a script but a memo from the director..Give me a sign to not give up,to move on and show me the reason for why i should not give up..let not my family name and members be brought down because of me but let me be brought down alone by my self...as it is you Life that is the master and i am the puppet..For i am not the bravest,smartest,best looking or most skilled but give me a sign of what i shall become or take me away before i enjoy what life is about and feel the sorrow of losing it...I have lived long and leisure,take me now if you wish and send me to where i belong not to where others down belong because of me...For i carry the map and compass but with no direction of what i need before the journey or where the journey is to lead to...