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The mazed mind

My mind some say it’s a maze, take time to gaze and peer a little deeper you may just be amazed. My place of solace,from a draconian world. My place to calm emotional storms and grow mentally. My escape to memories long lost, may have even gathered moss; yet like a child I retreat to a theatre of mix emotions anger, sadness and joy. My black hole where I conceal pampered wishes of secret sentiments, that will remain in the Rein’s of my mind because every man requires an empress in his life even if they are just a friend. It’s all said best in the mind where nothing at all is said this sweet surrender when the eyes are closed and u can feel your own heartbeat.

Written by

Richelieu Sanford


Step Out, Rise Up.

Step Out, Rise Up.

Hands clasped, and lowered eyes as you pray,

You know you are going to make it.

You are powerful beyond measure, you are wonderful.

No matter what may come your way, you believe in yourself.

Many place tags on you because they do not understand you.

They try to define you, but you are not moved by their words.

You are extraordinary, special and you stand out;

But most of all, you know your worth.

You are going to make it in this world,

Because in you lies the essence, to make it happen.

So step out, rise up.

Make it happen.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

Excerpt from my Book “The Greater You”

christainity, eternity, Family, heaven, poetry, Poetry Corner

Don’t walk into the light

Don’t walk into the light,though its what I’m getting used to,Don’t walk off on us just yet,

Come back,step back into this tunnel,and i’m praying that you find some decency in you which will give light to the pathway that will guide you back home. While you were here,i know you danced on the broad path,stayed up late and flirted with darkness,you were not always nice and you oftentimes cursed the God that made you so beautiful,and claimed he didn’t exist you darn fool!

I was always  angry at your decisions,for hating me for standing on that hill, and waving so you could see me,and that you’d see how strong He makes me, but  your wind and energy were aimed to out my flame,you wanted to be water to my fire,now for your sake i wish that water would cleanse you,so God would please spare you,so

Don’t walk into the light!

Written by

Laurna Guiste

(Matthew 5:14)You are the light of the world–like a city on a hilltop that cannot be hidden.


His Tornado

He came into my life like some sort of precipitation, no, more like a natural disaster he came without giving any warning he twirled, and shook things around, dislocated and changed my course. My sheets were dishevelled, my innocence was swept away, his strong beliefs and persuasions turned a good girl bad. Don’t get me wrong I am a lady but this wild boy made me stray and do things I vow to never do again. This boy showed me pain and taught me lessons but he taught me well..

After this experience I evolved and became the girl who wore red, spike heels who crushed venom personalities I became immune to a dark world, I was motivated to burst through self-restriction and be myself, he taught me to be free and do me.

In being free I got to know myself and learnt that life is as beautiful as you make it or as dark as a passing tornado.

Written by

Laurna Guiste



You die a little every time you fall in love they say,

I guess i’m closer to death than i thought because i fall in love with you everyday,

and i guess it will be suicide if I continue this loving, but if I stop I’ll die anyways so I’m not stopping,

and if I’m dying I’ll love you with my last breath,

My only wish is to keep loving you after death, because you’re my heartbeat,

I can’t spend a day without you

Love should be treated like an award but it’s treated like swine flu,

and to compare love to death i find that’s rude,

Because if it is, I never knew death could feel so good,

and if it’s true love is the slowest form of death they say

I’ll commit suicide every single day.

Written by

Lynn .J. Registe


They are not your tragedy


They are not your tragedy

Shield the little girls hide them from your cruelty, they don’t need their innocence being robbed away,

Let children be children allow them to play, run around don’t ruin their fate,

Allow them to play while it is yet day,

Allow them to run and climb, don’t shut out your mistakes into their existence,

They are here now and they are golden, precious diamonds,

Many babes have so much dirt cover them that they lose their true self

Growing up with a false image of who they really are,

Don’t mold your child’s mind with negativity,

Instead speak life, declare the greatness you want your child to become

For God ordain that they be great and leaders of tomorrow,

Allow these babies to grow.

Written by

Laurna Guiste


Thank you for the Cross

Thank you for the cross

On the cross you stood bleeding, every drop representing your endless love towards me,

Me, the thief who was by your side, me the spiteful soldier who pierced your side,

Me who said let him die,

You still chose to die for me; your obedience set me free,

I was the one, who didn’t choose you, laughed and scorned you, took the whip to strike your back,

And I was the one, who betrayed you with a kiss,

And today who got my back, who promises me eternal bliss?

Who would lay down his life for me like this? Bless me even when I deserved to be cursed,

I didn’t love you but you loved me first, kept and protected me through birth,

You loved me first… died for me when I didn’t deserve it,

All the pain and shame you bore it,  you  took it,

You were bruised for my iniquities, my sins,

Wounded for my transgressions,

Today I stand in admiration, and I salute the greatest hero,

My Lord who died for this zero,

I am, eternally thankful that you obeyed,

And chose to die for this cruel world,

Came to save every boy and every girl,

I stand thankful and I am looking forward to

His second coming!

Written by

Laurna Guiste




My reflections somehow caged in this bottle, stuck in a liquid form of oppression and disgust I am at it again,

Early  hours of the morning breaking promises time and time again, I promise I am going to change,

Yes! This time I will pass the bar straight and won’t cancel our dates, I will break the habit because I can see that you are hurting, I see the pain on your face, I want to change that,

As a matter of fact tonight is the last time I’ll drink,

It hasn’t helped in making me better but worst the sting of alcohol what a curse,

I hate what it does to us, and what it does to me, to the hang overs and regrets there is no remedy.

So I am going to change my ways and become better,

Fight off the old spirits and dance in the walls of sobriety

Yes I am stepping out a new me.

I will change, no longer be a nuisance in society,

I will be my best self.

Written by

Laurna Guiste





Oh great one


Oh great one

Oh great one, don’t fall into the opinions of others, what they have to say is a mare reflection of who they are not who you are,

Oh incredible one, you have come a long way, you have so much to say as your lips have been silent for far too long,

Oh brave one, you a finally breaking free from your chains of fear,

Oh wise one you have learnt your lessons and are blooming greatly,

Just when we thought your petals were withering and moulting beneath the heat and pressure, you shed it and you are now pushing flowers brighter than ever,

You continued to dream while others slept, you climbed while others rested,

You great one confessed greatness even when others couldn’t see it,

You never doubted yourself,

You have proved to be  great, incredible, brave and wise.

Written by

Laurna Guiste