Sore Point

Walking arround moping.
Losing out on a great woman.
My heart and mind knows she's an awesome woman.
Beautiful, body soul and mind.
Intelligent and funny, oh how she puts a song in my heart.


Well love is for the giving and thats just what i'm gonna do.
I have too much of it to just keep it to myself.

I only have one concern,
What if the one she chooses dont make her happy?

In his song "Never love again", Anthony Hamilton says:
A man dont usually fall no more then twice
and if he does you'll never know cause he wont say,
for the fear of being fooled taken twice by the heart,
it's in his nature, to be afraid

Well I'm moving on echoing the words of a friend,
She's missing out on a great man.

In conclusion:
in giving and receiving
in holding back and being deprived
we must do something
we must love

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Thoughts on Friends

I've just been thinking how blessed i am to be surrounded by quality friends.
It is a rare find, to have people in your life who not only consider you as their friend,
but also consider themselves as your friend. In these times we are living in, we all give to get,
but rarely do we give to give. I have been so guilty of that, and introspection led me to my book of words.

in my book of words
i search for the definition of friend
but because action speaks louder than words
i close my book of words for today
evaluating if i have been
or only expect you to be
so
conclusions to action
i'll be there
because i care

People Like Me

Sitting in my studio listening to K'naan's 'People Like Me'

Got me thinking about how our people are in need

Am i part of the problem, or the solution

Am i a spectator or do i actually reach out?

Well, in my hand i am holding a song

The song in my heart is all i have

So I will give my song

not to add to the problem

but to speak life

to be part of the solution

with God's help

i will shine my light

I Cry Sometimes

I CRY SOMETIMES
my tears show the tares
where my soul is ripped to shreds
pieces of a broken man
rebounding from rejects
the price i pay for honesty
honestly
makes my mind refer to alternatives
and yes it hurts
'cos consequence is unavoidable
i turn to my book of words
where tears traces memmories
of better days and happy songs
so please
allow me to feel
when my hope gets deferred
and my dreams seem fleeting
if i showed you my tears
and exposed all my fears
am i less of the man
you expect me to be?
I CRY SOMETIMES

In my book of words

in my book of words
distance have become you
but since meaning is in people
positivity brings the ability
to bridge the gaps of time
and when the silence becomes too loud
i visualise your face, and i think of grace
its by grace i got to know you
because God allowed it to be so

Chopi