WHAT IS LOVE?

(yet another communication studies assignment)

Love is an affection that affects the mind, body and soulLove is a desire that truly inspires the heart to be outright, courageous and boldLove is a passion that is often intense and extremeLove can turn into a struggle and yet bring about dreamsLove can bring about fear, hurt and despairLove can bring stress, pain and tearsLove cannot be defined by sex, money and lustLove is an adventure that brings about trustLove is complicated but never out datedLove can simply be defined by what YOU make IT!

© 2006 by M J. McD

COMMUNICATION STUDIES CLASS BLUES

(Communication Assignment)

Nothing to write
Nothing to think
My mind seems unclear, confused and extinct
Nothing to do
Yet I’m stuck with this pen
Nothing to do
Yet I keep on writing again
Stuck with this boring book against my will
I’m simply trying to fulfill a poetry skill

© 2006 by MJ. McD

TRACIE

Some say your life was cut short,
Others say it was just your time,
But in the midst of this confusion and feeling distraught,
Knowing that you’re definitely with Jesus eases our minds.

You walked in His pathways,
You spake in his love,
You showed us how we should live each day
Seeking to get closer to the one above.

Tracie you were a true Christian,
No one can ever label you as a hypocrite,
You were always quoting scriptures and applying them to your life,
All this compassion and commitment in this ever loving chick.

You were the true example of what a pastor’s daughter should be,
Never compromising your Christianity for the ills of this world,
Ensuring your place and prize in eternity.

Tracie, we’ll miss your humour, jokes and hilarious stories too,
We’ll miss how you talked about, “dis woman” , “dis man” and “these children”
Often referring to your Mom, Dad, Seon, Stephanie and recently Andrew,
We’ll miss teasing you about Andrew your first true boyfriend,
Commenting on how he was seemingly working wonders, observing your
emotional changes , never ever thinking this was the way it would end.

Though we will not get our driver’s license together,
I know when I reach you’ll teach me how to drive on those streets of gold.
We’ll be cruising on those streets doing whatever,
Not worrying about bumps, traffic and pot holes.

And if there isn’t any cricket or football in heaven,
I’m pretty sure there is now.
You must be already scoring goals for Tracie United,
Playing cricket and teaching the saints to hit sixes the way we know how.

And although we won’t grow old together,
And have to wear make up to prevent our faces from dropping off,
And though the dreams of our children being best friends may be gone forever,
I know you won’t want us crying because we are not supposed to be soft.

But it is hard not to, although we really try,
If you only understood how much you meant and impacted us
You’ll know how impossible it is not to shed a tear or cry,

And yeah, I don’t believe you are getting to actually see Jesus before me,
You forgot I told you elders first, And yet you broke open heaven’s gates spiraling
into eternity.
But you were never a follower, a leader you will always be.
Even though you were the youngest amongst us and we always considered you
the baby.

Personally I can say Tracie was truly my best friend,
My stress reliever and encourager, who stuck with me to the very end.
Always inspiring me to pursue my dream of becoming a doctor, even in her
death.
So I promise you, I’ll go abroad to learn how to be a proper one, I’ll try my very
best.
I’ll help improve our faulty health care system that often causes much heartache and
stress
I wish I could also become a lawyer but that’s another story I guess,
I know God is a just judge and he would definitely fix the rest.

So Tracie from your, family, friends, co-workers, classmates at SBCS and especially
Diego sec,
As you enter this new phase of life we wish you the very best.
Tracie we love you and we’ll keep you in our hearts,
Best Friends forever our souls will never part.
“I’ll see ya wen I see ya” is what we used to say,
So Tracie girl We’ll see ya wen we see ya on that sweet and much brighter day.

© 28/04/07 BY MJ. McD

ANOTHER YUTE-MAN FALLS

Tic toc Tic toc
Pow Boom Bang Pow Pow
Screeching, Speeding, Peeping, Weeping
Another Yute-man falls

Avenge, Revenge,
Must end
No end
Tic toc tic toc
Slish, slash, Wattap, lash
Running, Ducking, Slipping, Dripping
Another Yute-man falls

Funeral homes making ah living
From all this set of senseless killing
Weeping, Whaling Crying, Complaining,No Jailing
Tic toc tic toc
Another Yute-man falls

Father’s Day becomes ah pain,
Small-man’s happiness it now stains,
Daughters wearing the late Yute-man’s gold chain,
Mama takes it, sells it to buy crack cocaine.
Fearing, Swearing. No one caring
Tic toc tic toc
Another Yute-man falls

Mama got no money in d bank,
Need to find another yute-man high up in the rank.
That blood money will take care of her need,
And her six children it will feed.
Daughter gets raped by d new yute-man’s greed,
Mama can’t care, small man sees his lil sis bleed.
Makes him wanna kill, Contemplates selling weed,
Decides he’s gonna be the one to take care of the family’s need.
Praying, Wishing, Asking God Why?
Why? And when will this new yute man die?

Mama gotta another baby so it’s now seven,
She weeps and pray dat the father is in heaven.
Small man feels he’s ah big man now cuz he bringing in the cash,
Selling herbs, makin ah paper, he hav ah mighty stash.
Vows no one will EVER touch his family again, so he gets himself ah gun,
Joining d endless battle cuz war is never done.
Lil bro looks up to Small man..wanna be ah big man too,
Joins the war to provide, wanna rock ah brand name shoe.
Tic toc tic toc
Another yute-man falls

Small man must avenge his lil brother’s death,
Kill another Yute-man, His family under threat.
Promises his mama he gonna fix d scene,
Promises his sisters he gonna wipe the killers out clean.
Tic toc tic toc
Gun shots, heart stops
Another Yute-man falls

Small man avenges his bro and got himself ah honey,
Nine months later makes his mom ah gran-mommy.
Never saw his baby boy, never even felt him kick while in the tummy,
Killed by another avenger, sprawled on the street like ah dummy
Sisters get them-selves ah yute-man cuz they can’t rely on mummy,
Everybody joins the cycle wondering why life so crummy.

Another father-less small man
Another heart- broken lover
Another sibling disenchanted
Another weeping mother
Tic toc tic toc
Time is running out
Listen to the people, weep, bawl, cry and shout.
Need divine intervention,
Need a Deliverer...(Us!)...to respond to the call
So maybe….. jus maybe
This time another Yute-man won’t fall

© 21/10/08 by MJ. McD