Soccer...the real foot ball :)

Well it is that time again...FIFA has me parked in front of my television and until the final whistle I shall not be moved! As always though it irritates me when some of these talented young men play dirty, why not play by the rules and let the score tell the tale. Never the less I hold out hope that the world will watch and cheer along with me, setting aside our differences and celebrating the passion and heart that goes into playing this great sport for 90 plus minutes.

P.S.
I don't care what anyone says, I will scream and cheer for the red white and blue...win or lose!

Go World
Deo.

Soldier at the museum

I felt you then I saw you,

didn’t even catch your name.

In moment so much deeper

than days of all my same.

Pass the glass enclosures,

this yesteryear by pane.

Battles, guns and bullets,

trinkets that remain.

I saw you fixed and humbled,

my heart knew all too well…

you stood inside a memory,

your lips would never tell.

I wanted to engage you,

to share a thought or two

but couldn’t find the courage,

for who knows what you’d do.

Glare at me in anger,

as I disturb your thought

or would you just ignore me,

unsure of what I sought.

It’s too late now to do it

and though you’ll never hear.

Inside my still small moment,

I’ll tell you now I care.

I care beyond the camo,

the colors that you wear.

Each moment I was absent,

though you were surely there.

I care that you endured it;

the pain, the loss, the fight.

I thank you for your courage,

beyond my field of sight.

Deo Volente

aka KEC.

June 7, 2014

Pain and loss

I have not written a word in so long and now more than ever I have to.

How do I write my hurt in prose
while deep within my heart it grows.
I can't begin to pen the pain
for now each word may be in vain
as only God knows if you hear,
since you are now, no longer here.
A broken heart, a shaken soul
for all the moments left untold.
I wish I had the time to tell
all that caused this heart to swell.
All the laughter, all the pain,
all things different, all the same.
Tears perched deeply in these eyes
death came knocking without lies.
Nothing made up, nothing blurred,
memories wrapped in every word
all the things now left unsaid
as you rest your weary head.
I loved you then and love you still,
I pray you know, I always will.


Keisha E-Cook
Aka Deo Volente

February 3, 2014

Humility...

A fool among the scholars,

not self-assured or wise.
Caught amidst skyscrapers,
useless in their eyes.

My footsteps are my virtue,
with heart upon my sleeve.
I question ever softly,
the truth that they believe.

My thought a whispered question,
I simply do not share
and even if I dared to,
I doubt that they would care.

I have no trophy mounted,
no title starts my name.
My bank account is meager,
I have no claim to fame.

These things are mine to ponder,
as on my path I go,
groping in a city,
surrounded by the know.

The mighty and the honored,
the titled and the great…
but if we all rode horses,
who then would hold the gate.

 

Deo Volente
January 18, 2014

And still

I watch the leaves falling
their memories calling
caught in the tale of the wind
tossing and blowing
destiny unknowing
aging in color of thrill

I see the sun setting
a day soon forgetting
its minutes and hours before
breath taking and so much more

I hear my mind turning
for dreams ever yearning
as yet another year says adieu
waiting for footprints anew
God leads the way
through and through...
every still moment so true.

Deo Volente
November 7, 2013

Try harder!

Have you ever tried to do something and felt, as they say in Jamaica " wishie washie" ? For those of you who just said "what!" I will explain. It means to approach something; be it a task, an opinion and so on, in a less than clear, concise or definitive manner. Today that fits me well, I have much to do and find myself muddling through it all. Slow and steady doesn't always win the race; sometimes it just causes you to become wishie washie.  Have a wonderful Friday world.

Same old wall,
dull as paint.
Get out devil,
welcome saint.
Bible open,
chapter read.
Words of virtue,
in my head.
Lots to tackle,
all today.
Much to do,
on my way.
Oh so tired,
lost my spunk.
Man!
today I'm in a funk.
Still "no problem"
as they say.
Father bless me...
come what may.

Deo Volente
June 28, 2013

Beauty by definition

I have often thought that true beauty has little if anything to do with outward appearance. To me true beauty is so much more than skin, it is deep within. A marvel much like the glow of stars; far away yet so vibrant you not only see it but you are in awe of it.

D.V.
June 25, 2013