So many times, So many Hardships seem like figments of our imaginations. What is that piece that you remember the most that captivates you? Takes you, wrings you of all your self worth?
Is it worth keeping the prize tucked away in your head? Do I really want to crave it?
If craving it is all that makes me... Makes me want to be...
Living it all out, so impeccably. One may be just a figment of someone's ....
Why is it that in all things that make sense there is a delusion that we allow ourselves to continue? If it was meant to be things would be different? THINGS MIGHT CHANGE!
When reality finally sets home, you just realize; you might have actually been on the wrong path. Changing roads shouldn't be that difficult.
If in say there is a way, then maybe I might just sway.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Truly Sorry is The New Mishap
Ferguson, What a shame...
Imagine What Could or Would Have been Gained...
If Only The World would listen, the Media insisted, & the People would Hasten.
I am sorry for being the person i was raised to be, the one who had to be part of a Great Movement that had a ring to a bell that yet wasn't yet ringing. We weren't ready for you oh city of so many frail but courageous young men and women.
We are just one voice but with many we are a tide always pushing trying to get pass the great stone of mishap that we thought was our own. We know now that is not the case.
Playing to be better....
Playing to Win and Get Bigger... Are We just a figment? Does the world really care? Who will be truly sorry for our city?
Will we ever find peace in this place, will it ever rain so peacefully as it had before? What is the tides hour of this game that seems to be played, but really something that is really over before the storm of a hurricane comes crushing down upon us all...
I seem to think to resemble a time so great and far where we as a people had a reason for a voice, but really as of now...
I think we may have lost that war.
Oh People, far and wide Try not to be Truly Sorry for this Mishap.
Imagine What Could or Would Have been Gained...
If Only The World would listen, the Media insisted, & the People would Hasten.
I am sorry for being the person i was raised to be, the one who had to be part of a Great Movement that had a ring to a bell that yet wasn't yet ringing. We weren't ready for you oh city of so many frail but courageous young men and women.
We are just one voice but with many we are a tide always pushing trying to get pass the great stone of mishap that we thought was our own. We know now that is not the case.
Playing to be better....
Playing to Win and Get Bigger... Are We just a figment? Does the world really care? Who will be truly sorry for our city?
Will we ever find peace in this place, will it ever rain so peacefully as it had before? What is the tides hour of this game that seems to be played, but really something that is really over before the storm of a hurricane comes crushing down upon us all...
I seem to think to resemble a time so great and far where we as a people had a reason for a voice, but really as of now...
I think we may have lost that war.
Oh People, far and wide Try not to be Truly Sorry for this Mishap.
Monday, November 24, 2014
What is To Be Expected?
Many Times I Go about my way in Life only to find a RoadBlock so Dark it Captivates My soul internally that i cannot move and go about the way i normally do.
I live to be free, i live to abide by the rules that govern the weak the poor and the hungry. I have Alway been Hungry in this life. I Wanted something a little bit more to subside this ever growing pain in all that i gain but never truly retain and sustain.
I lived I played by all that was given to me only to have it taken away in heartbeat.
Life is miserable to those who see it, Livable by those that regret it, Impassable by those that can no longer return from whatever path they have chosen. I am solem in all those 3 choices.
I am only one person with the world so tall yet very generous in all that i've been told. Who is to Blame?
What is to be Expected?
I live to be free, i live to abide by the rules that govern the weak the poor and the hungry. I have Alway been Hungry in this life. I Wanted something a little bit more to subside this ever growing pain in all that i gain but never truly retain and sustain.
I lived I played by all that was given to me only to have it taken away in heartbeat.
Life is miserable to those who see it, Livable by those that regret it, Impassable by those that can no longer return from whatever path they have chosen. I am solem in all those 3 choices.
I am only one person with the world so tall yet very generous in all that i've been told. Who is to Blame?
What is to be Expected?
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