Discipline is intellectual beauty because it provides the method of organizing your thoughts. It demonstrates by allowing the light to shine on the connection of will and reality, invoking the spirit of God to amend reality. Breathing be discipline yields life. So shout it out…..LIVE discipline!
Published by April 20th, 2006 in Thoughts.Archive Page 104
(In memory of Gashie Tsegaye GebreMedhin)
Creative expression,
Deeply hidden emotion,
Reflection, manifestation,
Self-realization,
Words of confession.
Words……..
Words of attribution!
You were…
a poet, a legend, an idol,
A hero, in words of the battle.
A man who had his ways with letters,
An intellect, wise and fearless.
A mind, an icon,
a voice to the voiceless.
A ray of light through the darkness,
An anthem of hope, to the hopeless,
A man with dignity, and principles.
You were…..
unshakable man,
through trials and aggression,
Perseverance,
in the face of persecution.
A man who unraveled the mystery,
A beacon of hope,
a shining light to humanity.
You were…..
a man with a soul, and ambition,
An icon, an inspiration,
The pride of a nation.
You were….
our shepherd, to many and I,
May you rest in peace,
Wenidim Gashie Tsegay!!
Rahel Woldemariam:: March 9, 2006~
I do indeed miss many things from Ager Bet
One thing I do not miss is the chiQa.
My Grandmothers house was in GuLe’le.
The little road from the main road to her house was Koro’Konch
Therefore, in the winter there was a lot of ChiQa.
Thus, I was forced to wear a Booati.
I didn’t like to go to my grandmothers house.
She thought it was because of the Serategna.
No, it was the ChiQa.
but I did like going to Bole,
most of the roads were asphalts.
There was not that much ChiQa
Anyways thank God for America!
where there is no ChiQa.
the booati part was a joke, i never had to wear a booatiPublished by April 19th, 2006 in Childhood and Social.
I feel, I breathe, for all I'm,
I live for you, for you I'm.
All in one term' in alliance,
My being my soul my existence.
'am I really in delusion?
In my mind I entertain,
Would it be..
Could it be…
A fantasy, I daydream,
False impression, I envision?
Would it be..
Could it be….
Determination, ambition,
An obsession, aspiration,
Success, my direction,
To reach up high,
Up to the sky?
Would it only be…….?
How could it be?
For I have faith in mystery,
I kept intact close to me,
It must be love,
Given to me from above,
That erupted like a fire,
A desire,
Visible urge, to feel to touch.
So dynamic so vibrant,
Brown, red, here in the mix dark brunette,
Amazingly collaborate, to compliment.
My eyeZZ? Yeah, hard to pleaZZ.
Oh, My! So colorful,
Undeniably beautiful!
For all I feel,
For all I breathe,
For all I touch,
All in one reach.
There you have it, loud and clear….,
A confession, declaration, affirmation,
CREATION!!!
Ma true resource of satisfaction!
If not for you, I live no more,
If there is no you, no me no more!
Rahel Woldemariam~ October 25,2004~
Published by April 19th, 2006 in Poetry and Social.Time- Part I
traversing to a place beyond eternity
imaginning what i would be
in that life time
whether i will live
or die because i can not see or measure time
time the illusionary
time, time imprisons my soul
how does it have all of this power?
yo! this is foul…
you would think i am tryn to jump over this circle of time
fuk it, it is just a bump
even that bump is seen thru time
everything you see is thru time
how can you exist without time?
even God is a measure of time
slice it billions of times
and times just multiplies by times
you can not even count without time
time dayumm, i hate time
life can be eternal
but not without time
eternal is just in-finte time
how do you then surpass time?…
