LEAD SOLDIERS

"Give me 26 lead soldiers and I'll conquer the world," Karl Marx once said(referring to the 26 letters of our alphabet.) With our words, we have the power to build up or tear down, to comfort or to inflict pain, to bind up or to set free; yet we so easily look down on others and call them weak, worthless, or dumb with the utmost ease. As I begin my first ever blogging experience, I'd like to give everyone a glimpse at the effect that words have had on our lives. Enjoy!! **SYLKY**

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Thank You!

I WOULD LIKE TO SHOW MY GRATITUDE TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE:

To all those who kicked me when I was down. To all those who doubted I would make it this far. To all those who said they had my back, yet at the slightest sign of trouble were no where to be found. To all those who talked about me behind my back. To the ONE who broke my heart. To all those who took advantage of my feelings. To all those who disappointed me. To all those who turned their backs to me when I needed them the most. To all those who used me. To all those who said they were my friends, yet spread rumors about me they knew weren't true. To all those who loved me only when it was convenient to them. To all those who lied about me to get themselves out of trouble. To all those who tried to make me feel 2 inches tall. To all those who said they loved me, yet were always too busy when I need someone to talk to. To all those who called me their enemy. To all those who never held my hand or gave me a shoulder to cry on. To all those who constantly pointed out my mistakes. To all those who cheated or stole from me. To all those who denied me a helping hand. To all those who always focused on condemning me. To all those who have done me wrong. To all those who have judged me. To all those who have shut the door in my face. To all those who have left me with an outstretched hand. To all those who turned their noses up at me. To all those who only looked for me when I was in prosperity. To all those who just secluded me from their lives completely. To all those self-proclaimed experts on my life who never once took the time to talk to me, yet made it their duty to gossip about me daily. To all those who have crossed to the other side of the road when they saw me walking by. To all those who envied me. To all those who criticized me or treated me like an outsider because of my music or the way I dress. To all those who tried to be a stumbling block. To all those who tried to ruin my testimony. And to all those who actually prayed for the downfall of my ministry.

I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart! In one way or another, you have each played an important part of my life. Without the motivation you stirred up in me, I wouldn't be as blessed as I am today. Without your constant abuse, I would've never grown, matured, or awakened the true potential inside of me. Without the pain you've caused me, I would've never been pushed to run back to the arms of the only One --GOD-- who was able to lift me up with new strength so I could reach this next dimension. So, thank you all again. May you too, one day, find renewed strength and comfort in His arms.

Driven by the Music

By: Syl


In the back of my mind,
a picture of a girl
with her hair all slicked back;
no more ribbons and curls.

Her innocence is gone,
all that's left in its place
is black nail polish
and liner on her face.

She's abandoned all hope.
She feels empty inside;
as her tears, mixed with hatred,
flow down her black eyes.

She's numb to her pain.
Off of misery she feeds.
She cuts "X"s on her arms
just to see if she bleeds.

She just pierced her own lip.
Got a self-made tattoo.
So-called friends call her crazy,
but what can they do?

She just doesn't care;
Since she lives without hope,
she's just two steps away
from swinging from a rope.

She comes home from her nights
of "hittin' the streets".
She picks up her guitar;
bobs her head to the beat.

She's driven by the music;
changing life's rocks to pearls.
Just her guitar in her hand;
ready to face the world.

Music's all that sustains her
just a little while longer;
Cause with it, "WHAT DON'T KILL HER,
WILL ONLY MAKE HER STRONGER!"

To Each His Own

Who you are is not what other's see in you; it's what YOU see in yourself, and what YOU choose to believe.

TO EACH HIS OWN-- By: Syl

To each his own right to stick their noses up at 45 degree angles. To be superficial. To be materialistic. To be liberal or open-minded. To be contradicting. To be rude. To be obnoxious. To be cold-hearted. To express hatred. To chose where they are and where they want to go.

To each his own right to wallow in their own self-pity. To let self-hatred consume them. To worry. To hide. To be shy. To live in fear. To let their feelings be supressed. To conserve their energy. To not have an opinion. To feel inferior. To be a decaying carcass whose demise was chosen by those flesh eating vultures who live a few feet above Cloud 9 (where nobody ever gives a shit!)

For those outspoken choosers of their own path, I say: "To each his own. Freedom to live!"

For those pitiful, lost souls who follow the path of silence, of conformity, of cerebrial neglegence, I say: " To each his own,. Freedom to die!"

Yet, whether you live, or whether you die, is not really your decision to make. If you believe otherwise, you have been blinded from seeing the truth. If you choose truth, you shall choose prosperity, but if you deny the truth, you have no choice; for you have already ceased to exist.

To each his own. Freedom to believe!