HE MADE A DIFFERENCE….a unique difference

An icon has departed this world. Michael Joseph Jackson.

I do not idolize people, I admire them and he deserved that admiration.

Lots of kids stayed out of trouble by simply competing among themselves or simply for fun, learning to dance like this guy. The beats and rhythm of his music was captivating and made you dance. Even my mum who’s conservative, moved her feet and shake her head to the music when she heard him sing. We were enthralled by this then little youngster’s music and dance. Racial barriers were broken down through his music, there’s no color to his music nor dance, anyone fitted in. Sure tells you that music is universal and is meant to unite all.

So many people are and were entranced by him. I loved him as a child and beyond his innocence.

I silently mourn his passing but at the same time I’m celebrating with my thoughts and memories of him, the thrill I got watching him perform as a kid, the lasting impression he left in our minds and as he grew older into manhood, the admiration still remains, just like we’d feel about a member of our family.

Michael had become like the welcome guest in our home through television, watching him perform on TV weekly, as kids it was really was a treat. so his passing seems like a close friend has passed.

I watched as he struggled with all the accusations against him, whether true or not, it never mattered or lingered on my mind, what mattered was if he was remorseful and ask forgiveness and I believe he did, that was all that mattered, but people have a way of not forgetting the past, we all have some stains, and we sure would like them blotted out but we are a judgemental type of species so all we do most of the time is condemn, long after the error was corrected.

His passing should be a wake up call for everyone, his purpose on earth has been fulfilled, there’s no untimely passing, probably to those who believe we are here forever, but everyone has a precise time and date with destiny, we’ll never be satisfied when others die young because we assume everyone should live to a ripe old age.

Just remember Jesus, he died at a young age as well., his time and purpose was fulfilled. When one’s time and purpose is fulfilled, it’s over, that is why I stress to make difference every moment, live life, enjoy life. We plan, God decides.

My consolation in his passing is that I believed he united the world in some form or fashion whether through his music, dances or charities. I look pass people’s errors in life and look at their struggle to correct their errors and I believed he did, let no one judge him, that’s God’s job, he probably might have made it right with his Maker, that’s the most important thing.

Michael is absent in the physical form but his spirit lives on. So cheer up all grief stricken folks. His purpose has been fulfilled. Did you learn anything from his time on earth? I hope you did.

Everyone has a date with destiny. Find your calling, fulfill it and enjoy it. No one dies before their purpose is fulfilled.

Micheal will be missed, but his music stays alive. His love for humanity has not gone unnoticed. He made a difference, a unique difference.

May he rest in peace. Peace be unto his family and friends. The world stands by you in your time of grief. Let’s celebrate his life.

Written by Dc Perez copyrighted 2009/06/26

JUST FOR YOU DAD

You took me from baby to adulthood
Supportive and caring like a father should
You’ve been part of my moral upbringing
I appreciate your constant nurturing

You gave a listening ear to everything I said
Pulled me up whenever I had strayed
You still call me on every birthday
And say a silent prayer for me always

Though you were very tough and strict
Your rules I tired to contradict
I have become what I am today
Because you guided me along the way

Dad you’ll always hold a special place in my heart
Your love for me, I’ll never forget
I thank God I have a dad like you
Cause dads today are many, but yet few

I love you Dad!

Written by Dc Perez copyright 2009/06/22

THE LONELY HEART OF THE ELDERLY

We are sometimes guilty of neglecting the elderly, we sometimes believe if we give them shelter, keep them clean, help them financially, that this is enough for them. Some are left to look after themselves with whatever little they have.

What we sometimes overlook is, that they are humans and not to be placed in a corner in a rocking chair with no social conversation except probably watching television. As we go ahead with our busy lives and not have any time for them, their hearts need to speak to another heart or it will wither and die.

I saw a lady who was being taken care of; food to eat, bathe properly and made to feel ‘clean’ and ‘comfortable’, but as soon as the bath was over, she was made to lie on her bed and sometimes sit on a chair. No short drives, no leaving the home, no conversation passed between the caretakers, which were her family, whom she assisted when she was ‘up and about’, except how are you doing today.

No telling of what’s happening around her, no visitors as she couldn’t walk. I swore if visitors were allowed, they might have made her feel better as they would have shared conversations and exchange pleasantries with her.

Whenever I visited her, I found it important to have conversation with her and it went from politics to personal and simply telling old stories. We must listen to their hearts, they still have a story to tell. They should not be silenced.

I realized that she still had all her memories intact, she understood and was never incoherent and was joyous to hear the happening on the outside and responded with her opinions as well, though she could not walk to see it, I brought it to her and made her feel she is still important and not waiting around to die.

Sadly, she died but I am contented in my heart that she didn’t die clueless as to what was the latest happenings in the world, and around her, and who were her latest relative etc.

No one knew of the conversations I had with her on visits. As her family chatted about her after she died, they always said she had no idea what was going on around her. I was bold enough to say, yes she knew, I told her.

Are some of us guilty of that kind of practice, do we assume as long as one is fed, clothe, has everything financially they are happy. A heart needs to talk to another heart or it will wither and die. Don’t push them aside.

Take time out and visit the elderly probably your family or friends or someone you knew while growing up, who was kind to you. They still appreciate a tender touch or a warm smile, talk with them you’d be surprise how much wisdom you would gain.

Why do you leave me all alone
Now that I am old, weary and worn
I cared for you when you were young
Now all I hear is the sound of an empty room

I need to hear a comforting voice
To let me know everything’s alright
You pass to look only once in a while
As though your face can’t share a smile

My child, love and attention is sublime
Money and gifts won’t replace your time
Not only to see you on special days
But to be told and shown I m loved always

I need to have lively conversations
To smile and be enlightened of situations
I still have views and can give an opinion
And not made to feel like I’m unimportant

Written by Dc Perez Copyrighted 2009/06/20

CRIES OF THE LOST AND NEGLECTED CHILD

I am sure despite all the improvement of lives, there are still innocent kids who don’t have a proper meal, clothing , love, get a tender touch, hugs nor kisses. I may remind you that some may get everything materially and financially, never hungry or want but surely is lacking in affection because their parents are simply providers without emotions.

We overlook the fact that kids need proper nurturing and mentoring to develop into productive kids holistically. We must be aware that what you feed a child emotionally as kids, do affect them when they become adults. Some have grown past their circumstances and become aspiring adults, their circumstances did not stop them while some have not risen above their circumstances and that’s sad.

Kids do not ask to be born and we have a right to make them feel welcome in this world at all times. Such innocence they possess. Circumstances will turn some into terrible kids because we did not care enough or was not interested in their future and welfare.

When you don’t reach out to lost kids, you ruin them emotionally as well, because they can continue on a line of defiance and rebellion, fighting against the system that created them. Sometimes all they need is to be told there are loved, appreciated and important. Encouragement goes a long, long way.

What did I do to deserve this?
All day I cry, not even one kiss
I long for a tender hug and a warm embrace
To calm the bewildered look on my face

Why do I suffer here in silence
While no one comes to my defense
They have fenced me off from a world of love
And close their hearts from a chance to serve

Oh mummy, why did you bring me to this cold world?
Oh daddy, where are you? I need your hand to hold
The whole world has turned its back on me
I’m so very innocent in this, can’t you see?

I pray and hope the day will soon come
When I can grow up and have a happy home
To get away from this hardship and perilous life
Where I can no longer live in pain and strife

Why can’t someone take me away from here
It seem to me that no one at all really cares
I long for these horrible and empty days to pass
So I can find a peaceful heart and be happy at last

Written by Dc Perez Copyrighted 2009/06/19

I AM SPECIAL….Very special

This poem is for the physically, mentally challenged or even those of a different race and color or for those who are being shun by some people because they simply do things or act differently. They also have capabilities, aspiration and goals just like some of us too. Their impediment doesn’t make them less, but probably do things a little slower than our pace. They are all special, unique and important like we are and sometimes more skillful and talented than us ‘normal’ people. Appreciate their contribution to humanity and stop looking down on them.

Break the inferiority complex barrier and cycle.

I never ask to be born like this
Why do you treat and scorn me like I’m a beast
I’m full of love and feelings too
I have dreams and aspiration like you too

You look at me like I’m weird
You turn up your nose and shake your head
I’m human like you with blood in my veins
I’d wish you can see me as a friend

I hold my head in utter shame
At you and all your foolish games
Some people make a fool of me
I’m wonderful and unique, why can’t you see?

I am somebody with abilities like you do
If only you can get past that silly view
Your view that I am stupid and weird
I wish you take back what you’d said

Written by Dc Perez Copyrighted 2009/06/17

LIFE IS MY INSPIRATION

Many asked me where, who and what do I get my Inspiration from.

Truthfully, my Inspiration doesn’t emulate another person or thing but it lies within me, what I exude is what I feel. Infact I’ve lived around a lot of negative people and negative circumstances but in the midst of it all, hope wasn’t lost when you have positive parents nurturing you.

I get my inspiration from my life; my failures, my challenges and my triumphs. His wondrous creation. I simply appreciate. It’s my positive attitude towards life.

Whenever I write, I write from my spirit, it is free flowing. I believe it is a gift from God. I give Him all the glory. I do not need peace and quiet to write, I do writings in the midst of my noises and confusions as well, it really doesn’t matter when, it happens anytime, whenever I am inspired to do so and sometimes for no particular reason. I simply write as it flows.

I am inspired beyond Inspiration from all my experiences and circumstances; good and bad, as they are all lessons well-taught and well-learnt. They are my wisdom gained.

I found an unknown indescribable peace within me despite what I’d been through. You must find peace before you can find inspiration. This is what inspires me to rise daily and persevere; touching, inspiring and encouraging others on their life journey. To simply find their inspiration to propel on their journey through life.

I was not always inspirational. I went on a journey also, a round-around journey, only to discover my inspiration was right there in front of me; my life.

Find the inspiration, it doesn’t matter how wrong you’ve been and done in life, mistakes; simply disguised as lessons. Search yourself, learn and turn that negative around positively, your negatives in life doesn’t have to remain negatives, turn it around and smile triumphantly.

Probably saying in the end, thanks for that lesson, or that trial, it made me stronger, this was my inspiration to rise above it and turn my life around for better.

There is a lesson in every thing good or bad, it is what you do with these lessons. Do you let it ruin you or do you triumph over it?

I had to look within me, examine my life and there it was silently lying inside me all the time. Now it is awaken. Wake up yours now.

Find the peace within you, then you can find your inspiration.

Life is an Inspiration

Life is my Inspiration

What is your Inspiration?

Written by Dc Perez copyrighted 2009/06/16