Sunday, May 13, 2012

You are a Mother

You are a Mother, the bearer of life seeds,
Gods' entrusted deliverer of His greatest gift to this world.
Through good times and bad...You are a Mother!
Through the laughter, tears, courage and fears... You are a Mother!
One drop from your love can change the world, because...You are a Mother.
One tender touch of your hand can change a girl into a lady
or, a boy into a man for...You are a Mother.
Every minute of every day and every night in every way never forget, always pray
because... You are a Mother.

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mothers of the WORLD!

©2012 Thomas L. White III

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Recognize the Blessings

Got up a little late this morning, but the blessing is "I'm on my feet"
Stepped into the hot sunshine, but the blessing is "I can feel the heat"
Took a stroll around the neighborhood, but the blessing is "I can walk"
Spoke to the children at the bus stop, but the blessing is "I'm able to talk"
Looked at the beautiful flowers and trees, but the blessing is "I can see"
Listen to my spirit deliver GODS message, and that message was "I am free"
Got back home dropped to my knees, didn't quite know what to say
Closed my eyes, tears started flowing, because the blessing is "I can still pray"
Now all that came from riding the G-Train, didn't know where Conductor GOD
would lead me, but He took me around, then set me back down after supplying
His words to feed me.
©2012 Thomas L. White III

Monday, May 7, 2012

Today I'm Clowning

     The life of a clown can appear as a great fallacy, for as they spend their lives making others laugh, they often cry inside knowing life is no laughing matter. Clowns are often deep thinkers that generally care about the happiness and welfare of others more than for themselves.
     They often chose to deal with their deep observational pains on an internal battlefield, rarely releasing them on the world without the smile that covers the scars and pain created from that which they have observed.
     Yet, they possess a light that shines far beyond where they physically stand. Always changing the lives of those who witness their gift, but never really seeing the full reflection on where their light shines. For they often cannot see through and beyond what they actually of GOD's bright lights! 
     The moral of this is; we all have a little clown inside, so when you smile on the world, though you may not always recognize it...The Creator will smile back on you!

©2012 Thomas L. White III

Friday, May 4, 2012

Take a stroll through your mind!

To me, there is nothing more satisfying than to journey inside one’s self in order to find the true treasure within. People tend to search outward for answers that lie freely within the housing of the spirit and soul, that being the body. That's like looking at a stone building from the outside trying to figure out how it's designed inside, you can guess all day, but you'll never really know! Take a stroll through your'll be surprised what you might find!!!
©2011 Thomas L. White III

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Morning Thoughts ( Yin and Yang of Love)


As I sit here, thinking about dealing with the ups and downs of love. I’m wondering if I'm destined to just love the thought of being in love, yet never have the pleasure of really fully embracing or be embraced by it. I've found that there is a pain that goes alone with the joys of love and from what I see "One doesn't come without the other."
©2012 Thomas L. White III

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

A Message to Dad (Excerpt)

I shed a tear for every year. I called your name and you didn't appear
Yet I was so damn glad to see you when I did, that my anger wasn't
released, inside me it just hid
As I played on the dirty floor, a dozen locks on the broken door.
I was always hoping you'd come through, but the men I'd seen were never you
So I never called you 'dad', attitude became bad, when you were hurt I was glad
Cause I felt deprived of my father, and that's what's so sad.
See it's taken me years to visualize, to recognize, why I criticize
It was the drugs on the kitchen table, the fact that I wasn't able
To interrupt your mental aim, keep the dope needle out of your vain
Man, I couldn't make you be around like a father should
Yet mama never stopped believing in you, told me through her tears
that your intentions were good.
Still I remember the few times when you did stop by
Dropped me off some dead presidents for all the tears I would cry
For all the love I was missing, all the things you weren't giving
But due to the hand you were dealt, this was how you chose to make a living.
You looked me in the eyes, told me to understand, you just weren't cut out to be
a family man, told me to be a soldier, forget my age, block out compassion
replace it with rage....

©1999 Thomas L. White III