Silent Killer

Just how powerful are the words that comes from our mouths? Powerful enough to bring light to darkness, powerful enough to cause death. But we weren't given our mouths to utter words that cause death, therefore its how we use them that determines just how great they are. 

They say if you don't have anything good to say then say nothing at all, but when I examine that statement I end up disagreeing with it. Silence is sometimes more deadly than the words we use, the next time you have nothing good to say you better search again, because saying nothing might make things really worst in the end. 

Do you want to know how deadly your silence can be? Then hear the cry of another and pretend not to, just go selectively deaf and that might cause death. For if you see me asking for directions and because of the texture of my hair or the clothes that I wear, because of the color of my eyes or the color of my skin, because of whatever reason you choose to close your mouth and turn your chin, don't be surprised when I show up on your tv, missing, then found dead in some bushes for whatever reason. Don't be surprised, go look into the mirror and look yourself into your own eye, because believe it or not, you just killed. 

By saying nothing you just unleashed the killer in you, might as well you had pulled a gun out and did it yourself. For if all I need are kind words to rid my mind of the devil, kind words to conquer his voice that keeps telling me its easier not to be alive, conquer his voice that keeps telling me to end my own life, if you stay silent you have helped him win, yes, you can blame yourself, for you too have just sinned. 

There is so many scenarios I could show you, to let you see how much harm your silence can do, so speak up and let your words be true, encourage someone in need, tell them of God, and he'll do the rest indeed. Make your words have purpose, for they too can harm, but saying nothing does no good, for silence is never any help to the oppressed, only the oppressors. 

So let your voice be heard! Let your words be true, let them be praises, encouragement, let them save lives instead of ending them! Be a savior and kill the killer in you, speak it into being and help yourself too.  

By P. Peddie

July 25, 2014. 

"Baby" Mother

Twelve and fifteen, barely grown, barely seeing what life has to show... Responsibilities few, so hard to hold onto, yet they go for the ultimate one, the responsibility of a newborn. 

Who shall instill morals and norms into the mind of the young? When it hasn't yet been taught to the one who now holds the title, mom. 

The one they call dad, still caught up in his life of being a lad, mind not settled, still out courting, slowly she becomes a single mother... Poor thing. 

Lessons she's supposed to teach, lessons she's yet to meet, so she does the best she can, all she's learned from playing with her dolls, thinking that alone will suffice the lessons to be taught to the newborn lad. 

Baby starts crying, but a bottle doesn't work this time, an hour has passed, she keeps trying, but nothing helps, so she starts to cry herself. 

Dials from her toy, the thing that once got all her attention, from her cellphone, the toddler's grandmother for help. Too busy for her as she was growing up, the things she's missed out on because of her daughter's birth, trying to catch up, still busy for her grandchild in need, daughter starts to learn life's lessons, life lesson indeed. 

With nothing else to do, and her child turning blue, to the doctor she goes, with tearful eyes and hopeful thoughts. Doctors gone a couple minutes now, comes back with good news, said the child only needed burping. "How old are you?", "Nineteen Doctor", trying to sound more mature, would've believed too, but her ID says otherwise, just a fifteen year old's lie. 

"We have a program here on Saturdays if you'd like, it's for mother's like yourself, to give you some insight." She takes up the offer, in a bid to make a change, but how long will she attend? Before her partying rage, before she takes up her mother's trend. 

Children having children, a fast mirrored trend, when will this be corrected if not starting with ourselves? Lets show them how it's supposed to be done, for we ourselves are mere teens too, maybe not by age, but by readiness for such responsibilities to be true. 

By P. Peddie 

July 23,2014.  

Oh Girl, Oh Flame

Oh flame, oh how brightly you glow, you’re good and you’re bad just like someone I know. You smile brightly to give us light yet you burn when you’re touched, without saying sorry, without even saying hush. Same way she made me smile, she gave my love life light, she had my heart for quite a while, then she left it all charred and burnt, without explanation, without a good reason, oh how much it hurt.

Oh flame, who is to blame? I should want you no longer, but without you the nights are dark, I can’t find my way, I can’t see the path. I could find other means of light, but none would be like you, so natural so bright. Oh girl, for you it’s the same, the same darkness, the same pain. I could replace you, I’ve tried it numerous times but it just never feels the same.

Oh girl, I hope you’re kept under control or else you’ll be on a roll, a trail of broken hearts, a trail of confused thoughts… Oh flame I wish nothing but the same, I’d hate to see a wild fire, no wind, no rain.

Oh girl, oh flame, so much alike, almost the same, such a beauty to see yet you can cause so much pain. I know I can keep you under control, If only I could get you back my way. You’re my light, you’re my joy, oh girl, oh flame, come back to me, no more darkness, no more pain, from you I’ll never refrain…

By P. Peddie

Oct. 25, 2009.

Innocent Criminal

That's who I am, but before you start to judge me, let me explain the lyrics to my song. Just incase it doesn't make sense to you, just incase you don't agree, I'm still gonna explain, for as much as I'm innocent, I admit, I'm a criminal for real. 

Innocent because I started out pure at heart, innocent because it didn't have to reach the bad part. Innocent because, well because my intentions weren't bad, because I tried the way you told me, but when it didn't work out, that's when I got mad. You said go to school and get good grades, come out successful and get that job you crave, it wasn't easy, believe me it's the truth, I wasn't born as privileged as you, the only thing we share in common is the gift of life, yea I got it too. Criminal because you lied to me, where's the job that you provided for me? I did what you said and I did it to my best, the education wasn't free I borrowed from you to come out fruitfully. So why now do you want to put me behind bars, you said you would provide for me so I could pay you back and play my part, before I go to jail I'd rather do something to deserve that sentence, I hope you understand me, for This is the only time i'll explain using a sentence. 

To every action there is a reaction, for every labor there's fruit to pay, I used one scenario of my life to explain my dismay, yet so many remain. I started out innocent, I was made guilty by default, don't let them trick you, follow your own heart. 

An innocent criminal, that's who I am, I accept that I was wrong, but understand where in coming from. 

By P. Peddie 

June 8, 2014. 

Caged

We are caged in so many different ways, we fail to believe it, we fail to open our eyes and see it. But it is true, So what are we now gonna do? Will we continue to be blinded by the things  they've given us, the things that they have used to keep us amused, while they carry on their onslaught and abuse?

In a time far greater than my age, they had a few ways in which we were enslaved, chains and shackles, cuffs and cords, yet as years went by that's when they saw, that those things could no longer hold a few, the few which opened the eyes of the masses, the Martin Luthers, the Marcus Garvey, the Rosa Parks, the Maya Angelou just to name a few. 

So we were freed in a sense, freed for a while, freed, but with a different meaning than normally revised. They gave us access to things that occupy our minds, things that amuse, things that are one of a kind, things that only they could afford, things that blinds our eyes. When will we like our ancestors refuse to be bounded once more? When will we even force them to find another means once more? When will technology be the tool that helps to set us free? Instead of the things that keep us occupied while they abuse us willfully. 

Who are the saviors of our time? Will our children grow to be enslaved like us, won't we make a change for them? If not even a change for a lifetime won't we even let them fight their own chains and shackles? When will we realize that we are the ones growing to replace the people who create the cages, the people who put people in the cages, and the people behind the bars, not even looking outside but amused by the things they've placed inside. 

Open your eyes, find a way to break free, I'm using the amusement to send this out to you all as my plea, either use it as an aid or turn your eyes from it and try to break free. 

By P. Peddie

June 8, 2014. 

Against All Odds (Thanks to Jenine for helping with the title)

A thousand times I thought I had it all planned, pen to paper, recited it like a song. Yet for all the times I thought I had it planned, to prove me wrong the universe had a thousand and one. 

The only thing that outweighed the truth, is my faith that always multiplied times two. There were days when I thought for sure this was it, I'm gonna give up, man I can't take it, but I didn't know how, what does one do when they've given up? 

It wasn't in my being, this giving up stuff, I tried a few times, but man did I suck. Got so bored, twist and turn, didn't know what to do, that's the worst five minutes I've ever been through.

I was left only with all I had ever known, trying, trying until I make it on my own, well not completely alone, for The Lord always sends someone so I don't have to do everything alone. 

Hard a road as ever, but I'll continue to press on forever, my life might not end up as huge as many, but as long as I continue to press hard, it'll come out the way it should, and that will make me whole, because I did all I could.  

By P. Peddie 

July 8, 2014.