Why Start Now?

Why Start now?

Monologue by Rasheed Ferguson

15/12/2008

Empty.

Yes, that’s me at this present moment in time.

Drained, bruised & some what bitter.

Why?

I’m not entirely sure, but something is pulling.

It’s pulling hard & it won’t stop at anything.

Just when I’m about to come up for a breath of air,

It’s there with its machine that sucks the energy right out

Of anybody with a willingness to make something

Out of their life.

“It happens to the best of them”, they say.

Who are “they” anyway? & why is this happening to me?

I definitely don’t feel like “the best”.

My mind is always adrift, my body unfit, my emotions unstable,

My character flawed & my focus continually shifting.

Irritated & deeply frustrated I attempt daily to make sense

Of this thing called life.

Its ups, downs, turns, spirals, kind of like a roller coaster.

But then, the question still remains why it’s not as much fun.

Well?...

Maybe it’s not supposed to be?

Maybe through what seems to be an endless ride,

The muscles that form as I hold on for dear life,

End up being the very same muscles I’ll need for when

This crazy ride actually comes to an end.

It doesn’t get any easier does it?

It always amazes me, how much we can actually handle

When we make the decision to take things head on!

I suppose it always comes down to the same two choices every time.

Do I fold? Or do I go another round & hope to get lucky?

At the end of the day though,

Luck really has nothing to do with it.

Faith however, has everything to do with it.

I’ve never been given any reason to doubt have I?

Why start now?

I guess I’ll just face my head down once again &

Charge into the winds of adversity, hoping to one day,

Look back & realise my life has created a slip stream for others.

To reach their fullness in faith, hope & perseverance.

Hebrew 11:1

“1Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see”.

I think I recall?

I Think I Recall?
by Rasheed Ferguson 30/05/06


Momentary thoughts of diversion, instils the complexity of a creative mind.
Clock hands turn and work together to kill time.
Stop, no, continue, no.Somewhere in between is where I lie.


It’s been awhile now since I’ve tasted the eloquence of the fruit of my hand.
Even longer since I remembered what its taste was like.
Like it, leave it or love it?
When my prodigal clock gazes back into these opened lids,
Balance perhaps will consider ending its strike.


Seven days, everyday, six days of festivity.
I’ll be the giver, cheerfully….. always, but close to never.
How ironic it is to enlarge your marquee & to stretch out your tent pegs.
Only to one day look back and realize nothing was secured…
…you moved… but never moved!


Your enormous giving heart weighed down your paralyzed yet ever running legs…

The Pied Viper

A poem written earlier this year - thought it would make a good first blog experience.

The Pied Viper

15/04/08

Rasheed Ferguson

We have believed in what we do not own,

We’ve walked out miles for what we have not known,

Could this come close to thoughts of grabbing air?

For what we’re grasping for will leave us there.

Our crooked flaws have locked us out again,

We tear our hands and break our backs again,

For what we own is who we think we are,

But we are more that what will get us far.

So let’s march through the streets and leave our shoes behind,

For as our feet gather dust, let dust our hearts remind,

That when we raise up our flags and scream WE CANNOT FIND!,

A Grace within our selves, but inside Grace we’re never blind.

We’ve adored the scent of charm and praise is never far,

We have embraced the moons of pride to be amongst the stars,

Could this come close to thoughts of grabbing air?

For what we’re grasping for has stripped us bare.

So now we sleep satisfied, content, but alone?

We have what we want, but what we long for we don’t know,

For as hours fly by as we search the skies,

The drink of our brow again does not satisfy.

So let’s march through the streets and leave our shoes behind,

For as our feet gather dust, let dust our hearts remind,

That when we raise up our flags and scream WE CANNOT FIND!,

A Grace within our selves,

But inside Grace we’re never blind.