Sudden SHOCK,
Wheels lock;
Mangled METAL,
Emotional petal;
Brakes to Blame,
Insurance Claim;
Caroline CRYING,
Thoughts of Lying;
DEVASTATED driver,
Happy Survivor???

Anything in this world that can be bought with money is actually worth nothing. Your health and happiness are priceless.

I offer U FRIENDSHIP & complete FORGIVENESS-

DESTINY taught me 2 turn the other cheek;

Learnt that LIFE is 2 short-

My SOUL MATE died in my arms the other week!

This sickening society is saturated with sleazes,
Every female doing whatever she pleases;
My loving mother sheds a doubtful tear,
Gone are the morals of yesteryear;
Christmas has become a wrapped suprise,
Flashing panels report with filtered eyes;
On this wireless gateway to hell- we're all aboard,
Reality television, silicon chips-'Revelations' ignored!
A mixture of free will and fate,
This is my minority report- 2008
Elz

She who can tame a man's pride will have the heaven's at her feet

May her loving soul rest in peace,
May Ur loving memories never cease;
I never knew her- but without a doubt she raised U right,
Although U were left in darkness- she became Ur guiding light;
You may find her in prayer?
Or simply close your eyes and find her there?
And even though a mother's love can never be replaced,
Just know that her values lying within you can never be erased!

They will be with U 4ever!!!

She uses make-up to paint over her lustreless past,
Every second that passes is fueled with hatred;
Tattoos scar only the surface of her father's battlefield,
A frameless photo of her mother is all she holds sacred;
She curses her father- wishing death upon that f%cking prick,
Tossed in the gutter- she now begs and pleads for that 'f%cking prick'!
Elz

Every morning when you wake up under a roof in your fluffy white sheets to have breakfast complaining about the day ahead of you- I want you to stop and think about how good we really have it... We have all been blessed!
Instead of complaining I've learnt to thank God for all that he has given me and that definitely includes your friendship...

I'm still out picking Apple's with Eve,

Still looking for a miracle to believe;
Lost the drive for love- never felt it's passion,
Always dressed for comfort- Never dressed for fashion;
Was everything you never wanted-
Managed to please the whole world but you;
Allowed you to squeeze all my dreams under the sole of your shoe!
Never complained once- Yet never 2 make the same mistake twice,
Kept making our decisions like you were rolling the dice!
Farewelled you with a smile much bigger than the one I had when we met,
Either that- or pull the trigger point blank at my head with no regret...
Elz

Life is so amazing... Yet a single woman can bring the happiest man to believe that death is like a 'Five Star RESORT'... So until the day I meet a girl  who makes me wish death to be a 'Last RESORT' (ie. that miracle to believe) and not a Five Star one- I'm going to remain single (ie. out picking apples with Eve)...

Talent will get you started- but innovation is what will keep you going...

My abilities are wasted in this world of serene simplicities,
Constantly having my vocabulary restricted and being dragged inward by public eccentricities;
So I stay simple- I use not a single complicated word,
To pull myself outward and offer this world 'silence'- the phrase that's most preferred...
Elz
It seems that the more we speak out in this world and more money we seem to think we're making- the further we get pulled back inward to where we started... We have to carry a light load to make it outward... And unfortunately staying 'silent' is the simplest way of reducing our load...

Ok i will accept that even though i was in denial at 1st,
& had all my floating thoughts submersed;
I stood by the ocean that was a blue silky ribbon,
2B forced 2 sit by the moonlight cursing why our love was forbidden;
True love can indeed last an infinity?
Coz it is bestowed by God and bound by His Trinity,
Covered in chills by the whispers in my ears that R words of nothingness,
Drenched by the airborne fears that herds
my life's happiness,
Wake up, wake up! Accept this journey B4 it becomes Ur demise,
Don't sleep, don't sleep!
4 nightmares R conceived by the closing of 1's eyes;
Restore my faith, restore my inner wealth, B4 I walk back in2 this tornado I created myself,
Captured darkness, expelled nothing but light-kept our love sincere-kept it above waist height;
Is this the end? Show me a sign & set me free,
No longer my friend? Thought a finish line we'd never see;
Accept this or stay in denial... U choose,
But B4 U do so- walk a mile in my shoes...
Mona & Elz 

I still write even if U never bother 2 read,
4 I feel relief when my thoughts are finally freed;
Too much going on in this head of mine,
To let my thoughts age like a cask of wine;
I must release my thoughts and set them free,
Follow them carefully and you'll start understanding me...

Have I changed? I ask the people that knew me,
Before U made this river of nothingness flow through me;
Witnessed a forest of my deepest thoughts being cleared,
As our waterfall of hope dried and disappeared;
My volcano of nightmares erupted-
My hard disk of memories corrupted;
Yet I still sail through these seven seas of sadness,
Meditating through this mental madness;
To still have U questioning my inner self,
And passing judgements on my outer wealth...
Elz

I'd like to think that it's not me who's changed- but rather U who has expected back so much for offering me a love that I did not want...
 

Don't believe a single word that I write,
Coz I'm only grabbing words without wings & granting them flight!
Like a daily horoscope they always seem to relate,
So don't be that naive fish that nibbles my bait!

Why do U perspire?
What do U desire?
Who, but I, raises Ur bar that little higher?
& never judges U on Ur attire!
Fear the flames from within my fire!
Or learn a lifetime lesson from this lyrical liar!
Elz

I find myself being blamed 4 misleading people with my SMS'. An artist may paint a picture of boat at sea-if he gives U that painting- it would B silly if U ran off thinking that the artist wants 2 take U out 2 sea. So why is it then that when I write- the receiver of the SMS always tries 2 look deeper in2 the message 2 find meaning in it 4 themselves-My SMS' R nothing more than just abstract thoughts!

Some people don't find anything RIGHT in what I WRITE.
This minority seem 2 have ALLERGIES with my ANALOGIES-
Placing a CURSE on every VERSE- but what makes things WORSE,
Is if the Topics are not of their CONCERN they will BURN these selective words I CHURN,
Yet I will never give in and CRUMBLE my approach will always remain HUMBLE...
So this is just a shout out to all those who are HATING this craze I'm CREATING...
xoxo
Elz
In time I have learnt to understand that for every positive there must always remain a negative...

The depths of my writing run deeper than the deepest sea,
Whilst their words remain a fragment of the bigger piece of me;
Every night I write- I'm forced 2 befriend one of my biggest fears,
And that is when I eventually exhaust my radically far-fetched ideas...

... It only makes sense that in time I should be losing my ability to create new thoughts and write... It felt like my time was coming soon... But meeting U pushed that date back a whole lifetime...
Elz
No matter how efficient an engine is... It's fuel will eventually run out... & that is why I am so grateful 4 the refueling U have given me! xoxo

U have a heart of gold,
And Ur personality was cast from a perfect mould!
You define the flawless friend,
So the following I dearly recommend-
1) Celebrate every win- never ponder about defeat!
2) No matter how many times U get knocked down- Aim 2 get back on Ur feet!
3) Never lose hope- God will find U a worthy man
4) Remember God has to find a partner 4 an Angel- so be as patient as U can
5) If Ur ever in need- just know that I will always be there
6) Blow out all Ur candles, cut Ur cake & say a prayer!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
xoxo

You may have a million men chasing U,
But that's not the real dilemma facing U!
It's how many men will meet U at the ALTAR?
And it's how many of them will love U without ALTER?
Will U end up with the one that U specifically chose?
Or be left with the scraps when this show's curtains close?

Time Tells Terrible Tales,
Mess Made by Malicious Males;
Friendly Flirt-
First on the Fresh Field,
Heart Hurt-
& Her Hymen Hasn't Healed;
Arguments Arise from All the Above,
Left Lonely & Lacking a Little Love,
Screeching Sounds Soak the Sudden Silence,
Vulnerably Visualising the Vindictive Violence,
Got Guys Groping at God's Gift 2 this Girl,
but These r The Terrible Tales That only Time can Tell!
Elz

Time doesn't just heal all wounds- It is also responsible for creating them!