How to Fix The World
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave
The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed and listen!"
To them she speaks
Of the necessary
of the desired
of the curses
of their blessings...
Snow White SyndromeI seem to have forgotten the sound of my own heartbeatSnow White Syndrome in Free Verse More Like This
Splitting apart my limbs I've found the source of my insanity
Coiled around veins and arteries
Star dust and a lazy man’s drug
Has put me to sleep under fictitious pretenses
Of forbidden apples and two faced prince charming’s
Evening childWe’d sit on porch stepsEvening child in Free Verse More Like This
Insecticide burning our lungs
Awkward and gangly attempting to grow into our limbs
You with freckles dusting your nose and I with a small dot on my cheek
You called it a beauty spot and I said god was too lazy to give me freckles
We were 15 and lust driven amnesiacs
Dissolving our flesh with cheap gin in your tree house
Throwing pebbles at the sky hoping to shatter it
We were an epidemic of the underdog prognosis
Playing encores to an audience of cowards
For some reason we’d always rush across rail way tracks
Metal bars quivering and our broken sneakers stumbling
We were branded in mistakes and embellished in thin silvery scars
Battle scars we’d say laughing because there was nothing else to do
People are not medicineI will thaw out myPeople are not medicine in Free Verse More Like This
frozen ice box of a chest
I will pump and resurrect
the dead tissues
so I can write about you
I will write about your
drug store Romeo smile
and the way you
hold your hands behind
your head like its the only
thing that will stop it
from rolling off your shoulders
I will write about the way
your eyes crinkle in the corners
and the way your dimples are uneven
when you laugh
I will write about the
tiny vampire footprints
you leave on my skin at night
when we're sat outside
on the sidewalk
contemplating Aristotle and Cobain
Like bleary eyed philosophers
I will write about the way
your fingers flex when you're excited
and how your knee
jitters when you're nervous
and how you like
because they're so much more
than movie theatres and shopping malls
I will write about you
until I run out of words
and I'm sorry
I'm not poetic enough
to cover the breadth of
your firecracker soul
but I hope you know
this is the best
I can do
and I hope
For Gospel girls who think they know about loveThere are days which I've hollowed outFor Gospel girls who think they know about love in Free Verse More Like This
Like a corpse, those days remind me
Of when I was 9 I was told to kneel before god.
In churches on worm holed pews,
And a little later when I was 14
I did the same thing but to boys behind parked cars.
The gravel cutting into my knees
Was surprisingly pleasant even when
On reality and other fictitious thingsI chewed out a pieceOn reality and other fictitious things in Free Verse More Like This
Of the sky
Spit it back out, again.
Maybe I’d be better off
From my fingers
Wiping down your
Bed frame spine
And collapsing your easel
Joints like a puzzle.
I swallowed the
Rains sticky heat
Like a shot
And it burns
Just the same.
Been there, done that, got the fucking t-shirt.I left my conscience on the doorstep alongBeen there, done that, got the fucking t-shirt. in Free Verse More Like This
With my battered red sneakers,
As we curled ourselves into the floorboards of your attic.
Letting the dank air suffocate,
the screaming angels
Residing in the back of our lungs.
Aching to be burnt out with surges
Of nicotine fueled suicide.
We we’re the type to store pain in ounces
And place them in jars,
As though they held some kind of worth,
In a world in which pain is the latest trend.
Teenagers are the hormonal disease spread out like
A plague, that everyone grows out of
Or at least can medicate.
We were the lucky ones, who made it out alive,
Or so they say.
A chip off the shoulder
A fish in the sea
We we’re nothing special, just burnt out carcasses
Trying to get by.
We’d spend our days on concrete rooftops,
Humming constellations under our breaths
Hoping for our dilated pupils to focus on the ground ahead
And not the oncoming traffic.
I asked you what meeting me was like
And you replied
The split second moment when everything collapsesCarve our names into the woodworkThe split second moment when everything collapses in Free Verse More Like This
Of your spine so maybe we can force something
Beautiful out of the mud and arteries and synapses
because drowning my sorrows in the last dregs
of cheap coffee leaves the taste of a corpse
between my teeth and cheek
I’ve seen lakes with the bones of drowned poets
In the spaces between your hang dog one liners
And maybe it’s okay to crush clichés between our fingers
And smear them like blood across our cheeks
And run wild like frenzied deer eyed children
The devils headlights
You were full of loose change and receipts
Constantly shifting between the spectrums
Of visible to ultraviolet, you were blinding in the way
That the morning light burns your eyes red until it clears
And you see stars and love when really
It’s sleep deprivation and the balmy film of unconsciousness lingering
In the back of your throat
There was this fleeting apparition about the way
You’d tilt your neck just enough
To make your hair fall in your eye
She chased wolves all the way back to the sunSunsets would break and collapseShe chased wolves all the way back to the sun in Free Verse More Like This
Between the gaps of her spine
Sliding past the summers aching breaths
They’d reside in the hollows of her eyes
Cold lucidity seeping into her ivy sewn ribcage
Her songbird synapses collapsing into the skies
As they caved in upon themselves
When the earth opened up and swallowed
Her day dreamer retinas
And pasted over them in night time symphonies
She was Pegasus palpitations hung up to dry
When the stars could no longer bleed
And the trees would split into a thousand storms
Held tightly under wraps by green eyed spirits
And hungry wolves clawing at her open palms
Lions den whispers echoing between bated breaths
She'd tear the sun apart
To feel the liquid light filtering through her veins
Swallowing down the liquid heat
Of lonely summer days spent
Hiding on scraped knees
Betwixt negative space and human nature
She was the weather torn kill joy
Hunting the sunsets to carve her name into the sky
Last night, I caught a skyfish called KeroseneRoman numerics weigh heavily on her tongue tied fragmentsLast night, I caught a skyfish called Kerosene in Free Verse More Like This
Her day long snippets of coal turned fingertips
Waiting for thunderstorms where the skies collapsed upon themselves
Like a broken easel, all angles and ridged joints
She lays awake singing songs to the monsters outside her window
European skylines carved into the grooves of her spine
Sprout like mechanical wings of steel and embellished in tongues
The gilded edges of her wander lust pupils turned over like sea foam
Rising from the broken synapses of her frantic heartbeats
Echoing, I am, I am, I am
Mountain ranges scattered across her ribs like constellations
Peaks of white topped wishes hanging from her arms
Iowa splinters across the bridge of her nose
Like folded over road maps she was like the earths orphaned sister
She speaks in Persephone half rhymes locked tightly
Between the crease of her jaw
Her veins collide with meteor showers as she opens
The earth’s broken core and whispers witches tales
To the aching cavern of
Alaska is hiding behind her eyesA girl caught up in the same gameAlaska is hiding behind her eyes in Free Verse More Like This
Where circus tricks and trapeze artists
Are nothing compared to the burning of lungs
Where insomnia stains the people’s smiles
In a pale wash of sea foam angst bottled up and thrown
Into the horizon where the sky meets the earth
In a disjointed seam
She had hurricane rage eyes
And wishbone sleeves pulled tightly across her chest
To suppress her Medusa heart from cracking
The stars open and drinking their flames
Ocean funeral where Chaconne
Is played to sirens and sea urchins
Coiled beneath the oily depths of seascapes
Where her kite string spines push against the thin membrane
Of split grin skies
That spews out dreams onto alleyways
Mixing with stale vomit and baby doll wishes
The Changing TideThe Changing Tide in Free Verse More Like This
The era is now passed through which I lived and favored,
and my patience then packs its bags for hiatus,
with which to remind me that perhaps
brighter days lie in sunny hammocks ahead.
Here and alas lays the road to that sunny setting,
upon which I walk and tread the changing tide.
The next item on the list of Fates agenda and her passionate affair with time...
the seconds will carry on like the beats of my undying heart.
The fire that burns in my eyes, through which I see is only assuaged
by the tears they produce...
the tears I produce in my longing for some peace of some sort.
Yet those tears shall only accompany the sweat of my efforts.
Once upon a time, in the dream come true through which I slept,
did a fairy tale once exist…
that tale of my tale through endless times of a dream come true
and gone by in the era that I once lived and favored.
It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation.It's Not Delivery, It's Damnation. in Free Verse More Like This
So long ago began
the ever growing free for all,
The all you can eat,
dog eat dog world,
are the simplistic struggles.
So out of hand,
that solutions become
straight out and down
from the kitchen above,
down the slip n' slide
through the caverns
of mishaps and mistakes,
I bet it tastes like regret,
and the buyer's remorse,
Reap what you sew say
the teeth of the demon,
With every bite sinks
in a shame filled saliva.
"Maybe we'll slow them down!"
Say the so called thinkers...
I can't help but think against them,
but what do I know?
I'm just a common crumb in the trough.
Above Heaven watches,
restricted by the local law
to keep the peace...
nothing is ever done,
but to keep the balance.
Yet Another Fallen HostYet Another Fallen Host in Free Verse More Like This
My, what hope lies
in the half empty glass,
trembling by tremor and leer.
At such a long road's end,
does it rise and shatter.
What understanding have you,
of fear, of pestilence,
other than the existence of self.
Imposed, the creation
to be eventually bled out.
Filthy, the very cause
by which the water rises,
boiling with blisters
in the overwhelming sin
of the ever beating sun above.
Freedom, to the acrostic asininity
now found laughing atop the grave...
the grave of past gone by,
decaying with every bite
of a gluttonous sloth with an ancient cause.
That to my eyes, the mass hysteria,
borderline loss of sanity from the commonalty.
Have I lost track or do my eyes deceive,
the horsemen's tracks are of disarray,
and I know not which one has come.
Now, the angels look onward,
gazing with hopeless eyes,
searching for faith in the fallen creation,
who now wither and crawl,
away as they fall, into the Abyss....
Declines, the signs of the end,
the near and far come and go,
as the war seeps t
The Devout, The Divine, The DeceasedThe Devout, The Divine, The Deceased in Free Verse More Like This
Three are they,
Of Heavenly origin.
Governed by the Highest Throne,
and led by the Horsemen.
Devout are the Grim Trinity.
As death has never ceased
So true to the cause are they...
By cursed and divine blades.
The Patrons of the Deceased and Dying...
and of those related to the involved.
Divine by right is the Angel...
Unholy by cause is the Demon...
Leader by title is the Nephilim.
By them are taken souls guided,
Through them are souls
released or enslaved.
Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic.Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic. in Free Verse More Like This
Find your common ground of shedding blood
In the far lands of Else Where,
For here is not the place where bodies should
Fall just short of their own sweat and tears.
It is fear that is the beast you so portray,
And an agenda so immorally laced with false teachings.
Here lies the home, once ancient and grown,
Now rubble in the growing pile
Of humanities excrement.
Its epitaph shall read nothing,
For no words can be written
by the lack of knowledge per this land....
Look your land in its dying eyes,
Listen to its final breaths...
The billowing sands that blow
Erosion into its elderly face.
make your way to the place in which you slumber,
And allow your mind to bestow upon you
Nightmares that bring you to regret your chosen ways of sin,
and method of self-destruction.
Taken by so full of self,
The rotten husk now lies
Half buried in a partially cremated state...
Still a home for its dying cells
The soon to be carcass,
Awaiting the bills of hovering vultures
Reflective ArgumentReflective Argument in Free Verse More Like This
Have you looked into the shattered mirror,
to find the subject of your exasperation?
Accursed hypocrites of the heathen reign,
"Make them suffer for the sins of their ancestors!"
What know you of history's bloody course?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
Look in the mirror of this worlds memory,
let the record show that which is yours,
the folly, the choking arguments.
Evidence is all you have,
just and yet, the other term, of faith...
Yet again and again,
abased, abashed, by my shear hatred for you all,
Of what do you know in regards to faith?
Not a thing, not a damn thing.
You walk hand in hand with
the blind, deaf & dumb
whose names are covered over with genius.
Ignorance is fear, the blood that flows,
will bleed out to write your part of history...
yet what of history do you truly know,
repeated by basic word of mouth...?
Not a thing...
4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone4. From Omphalos and Into the War Zone in Free Verse More Like This
The arachnid turned, and receded to the peak of the structure,
The creatures stood as still as the trees,
And soon, they too did retreat back to whence they came in the woods.
A powerful gust came to my shoulders,
And at a drumming pace did it come from above…
My ears then beheld in amazement, the beating wings.
The numbers were the sort that would leave you speechless,
Endless were the children of Creation, loyal to a dying & holy breath,
Swooping down, as their passing pulled me back towards the edge.
Here began my free fall from Omphalos and into the War Zone.
Past the maze which I once did tread, descending the mountains side,
Back down to my place of origin to this journey, where my rose was received.
There did I land as a shade, untouched by what I was to witnessed,
Yet still petrified and still did I stand,
Alike my putrid corpse that was feet from my feet.
My out of body experience found interruption from surrounding eyes,
Inhuman and many, outnumbering the shine and
Made of What We Are.Made of What We Are. in Free Verse More Like This
Endlessly in the end,
shall I let flow the passion.
Our own, the love undying
to the very cadence of Heaven's joy.
This paradise discovered,
that when my heart speaks of you,
with a burning passion,
that right away I write away.
Thank you God, for Anael's gift...
This now love from afar,
to this portrait of perfection
That to I shall return....
To this, my angelic fire,
I am bound forevermore,
by unbreakable vows
to that true sense of belonging...
For this living gift,
Shall I be home in a heartbeat,
to fulfill that elated kiss,
To glorify her in full.
The Book of Excerpts: Re-ReformationThe Book of Excerpts: Re-Reformation in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is this delusion before me?
This dreadful illusion that I do now see?
I fear such terror from the powers that be...
Those angels above, those demons below.
The Horsemen to come reap and to sew.
I see the once powerful flock, now come so low.
God how I pray this to be but a phase,
To leave this to past and within a haze.
Bring us out of this horrid maze!
Your people stand divided, stumbling forward
To a future cloudy and grim, blinded yet onward.
Power drunken fools,ignorant to your true word.
Give me this life's chance to make due change,
To adjust and assist in this time so strange...
This time in which we must to our ways estrange.
Father, I swear to you, that with my power,
Until my last breath and final hour,
I will restore you and never once cower.
With so many that believe not,
Who never found the proof they ever sought,
I will do what I may, as if never have I fought.
AutobiographyAutobiography in Free Verse More Like This
By Death and a prayer,
Through my tongue
A burning blade into
The hearts of many.
You know me not
But a name and a rumor.
Yes, to the will and way
By which I attempt to live.
Human am I, yet ever so strange.
Far gone, and close to madness
But still am I sane
By Death and a prayer.
CalmAll around is calmCalm in Free Verse More Like This
And I'm a vessel of non-movement
My mind ran off
To an alternative way of being
All is the same
Yet this consciousness sees it now
As something new and unique
Something lighter and more basic
There isn't struggle anymore
There is nothing to fight for
Nothing can take away my existence
As it never belonged to me
ShineShineShine in Philosophical More Like This
Shine from within
Rewired brain and
Your shell of
Explode into nothingness
Untwine your neural pathways
And connect yourself
With the Universe
Get rid of
Your toxic self-pity
Evaluations of others
They do not matter
And nothing is stable
Nothing is absolute
Opinions and sensations
Only reside in
Diseased and limited
Is what we have become
In midst of confused thoughts
We struggle for sanity
We accept conventions
And worship ourselves
The world is bigger than you
There cannot be control
Stop pointless observation
And become dynamic
A part of all that
You shield yourself from
PainNothing seems realPain in Free Verse More Like This
In this sea of static
Horrors keep pounding on
My vacuum of expectation
Signals of monstrosity
Untouched and undiscovered
My essence of impurity
I'll split my veins apart
To make myself feel anything
I'll shred the world to bits
In search for the unreal
Innocence and violence
Mix together boiling
Droplets of blood cry
In their silent resistance
Against darkness around
Against threats unseen
In this world of madness
And deadly inevitability
In this sterile reality
I float unaffected
I need pain to acknowledge
My elusive existence
ImmediateImmediateImmediate in Free Verse More Like This
Collections of neural signals
Of undisclosed reality
Fragmented instances of time
Absorbed and propagated
Events drip like blood
Carriers of life and death
So pointless in their beauty
Their frequency numbs
State of unbounded awareness
Fade into raw existence
Who am IWho am IWho am I in Free Verse More Like This
But a pile of thoughts and
Feelings served on golden plates
Who am I
But the darkness that surrounds me
And the light that penetrates it
Who am I
But a figure ducked in corner
Enveloped by melting fingers
I cry and shout
But nobody can hear me
I try to move
But space curls around me
Who am I
Deep inside underneath the clothes
Underneath the skin and flesh
Who am I
The being that exists
For itself and by itself
I cry and shout
And smile upon the sounds
I try to move
And split myself to pieces
And there is no one
To stop my rapid fallout
As the drops of me
Soak into dried earth
VaporisedI'm bleedingVaporised in Free Verse More Like This
Bleeding all my pain out
Pealing off my skin
To let the world inside
My body squeals
And shakes its swollen limbs
I pay no attention
I control all that is
All my feelings into dust
The loop of existence
Now runs through my veins
Replacing my blood
It suffocates me
I stand still
Into my own nothingness
Dig inDig inDig in in Free Verse More Like This
To reach what is inside
Deep inside where
Blindness is consuming you
Pull it all out
The worms that feed self-pity
The pain and the lies
Inflicted upon your soul
And filter hate through lungs
Bleed it all out
And let it burn your skin
Where it hurts the most
Keep damaging the shell
Redundant is your veil
Rusted by transparent tears
Dissect and disassemble
Images willingly hidden
Burnt into your face
From beneath the skull
And touch your darkest fears
Deep inside where
Nobody can feel them
Torn ApartI am dying slowlyTorn Apart in Free Verse More Like This
Disassembling from within
My cells are leaving
I let them to go free
The world is silent
So why do we keep shouting?
Our screams don't echo
The mouths are not wide enough
It doesn't matter
Whether you are up or down
It doesn't even matter
If you matter after all
You're already inside
Of everything that there is
Nothing can change you
Or make you more saint
And so in your death
You are always reborn
The same basic entity
The same insignificance
Ready to be torn apart
ConnectionsConnectionsConnections in Free Verse More Like This
The consciousness defragmented
Webs of feelings
Reality mixed with dreams
The primal behaviours obtained
Sink into brain matter
Growing, rotting deep inside
I let them come
To wash my trembling body
The silent cries
The glimpses of stupidity
Get lost and change their shapes
Deprived neurons fire madly
Out of control
Out of this plane of existence
That link the good and bad
I let them come
To wash away my body
I stand a pylon
Made of metal and of glass
The pieces of me consumed
Digested and reinvented
By links without a reason
I let them come
And stop trying to make sense
Their origins forever lost
No EscapeThere is no escape from yourselfNo Escape in Free Verse More Like This
Crossing a river you return the same
There is no alternative reality
Where you could exist
There is only now and here
And all else is a neural construct
There is no running away
Lost you could not loose yourself
And there is no mindlessness
As no mind could comprehend it
There is only natural movement
In a mind that is untouched
In a body that is liquid
Undefined by its shape
Unconstrained and wide open
Our Simple TaskWe are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.Our Simple Task in Free Verse More Like This
Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.
We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.
Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.
In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.
Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.
Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.
Left to freeze and burn from the flames, thou is forevermore forgotten; the end of our games.
The StoriesTo moonlight shards of forever shaded cages, we glance deep within the unspeakable pages.The Stories in Free Verse More Like This
The eyes of blank stories spoken by the lost old, their weak skeletal hands breach the coarse, bloody mold.
So dead and shrill, fear damns beauty's lying words, brainwashing the weaklings, striking down the meek herds.
Endless pages of regret tear the hearts of none before, not a soul could take their power; their existence nevermore.
Alas, these stories shall never prevail, for the readers cannot see them; their timid souls forever fail, not a soul shall ever dream them.
The TakingI steal from those who shake frozen in the darkness, pitied by their insanity and crushed madly by their peers.The Taking in Free Verse More Like This
Ten nights I speak with them, screaming in their blank faces, their responses are wordless; composed of only red tears.
Influenced by the blackened shades who dance within my candlelight, the mortals simply chain themselves to their everlasting fears.
Alas, my doings are never of greediness, never I take from those their time, I only wish for two simple rarities, clouded eyes and tainted years.
The Process and OpinionTrembles of padded moonlight blended delicately with a purpose, flush out the bleeding through their souls; decay and drown them to the surface.The Process and Opinion in Free Verse More Like This
To blackened eyes of a procedure so shaded, their intelligence bares not a trait; their eyes are blank with a power so red, the requirements state their colors be jaded.
My excellency to whom these are delivered, packaged with children lighter than air's breath, she awaits to devour them with self-satisfaction; my lady enjoys the triumph with death.
With pacts of removed instinct mixed neatly with crows, the process lives on forever within itself and beyond; the time shall never blink forth, nor behind a second moment; as she says to me dearly, "Let the dolls remain on the shelf."
(S)wayOne's solemn(S)way in Free Verse More Like This
Seek First the KingdomSeek first the Kingdom.Seek First the Kingdom in Free Verse More Like This
The rest will come.
The rest will come in time;
It comes no sooner if you pine,
so worry not
but faithfully do
what He has commanded you to.
It will come no faster
by your worrying;
don't watch the kettle:
it never will boil.
Don't break your head,
don't break your heart -
seek first the Kingdom.
The rest will come.
Don't stand there staring
up into the sky;
don't sit there longing
for dreams to come true.
Don't look at what's missing
but work with what's there -
seek first the Kingdom.
The rest will come.
HandsMy handsHands in Free Verse More Like This
are not very beautiful.
scars and scratches,
can make my hands
Make them praying hands
that hold on to you.
Make them blessing hands
that pass on your love.
Make them helping hands
that lift the loads of others.
Make them working hands
that give all for you.
Let my hands
be your hands
and give glory to you.
Crippled Woman: Worth MuchWho looks twiceCrippled Woman: Worth Much in Free Verse More Like This
at a crippled woman,
except to give her crooked looks,
crooked like her crooked back?
Crooked, not friendly -
for I am not normal,
I am a mistake,
a burden, not a blessing,
to all and to myself -
not worth much.
I am "just a woman".
I am "that cripple".
I am a failure
in this world bent on success.
Not worth much.
But now I see
your love, o Lord,
which values even me -
is what you call me -
not an outcast anymore.
You look at me so differently,
you lift me up,
you make me new.
I don't need to be perfect
to be perfect for you;
you love me
just as I am,
the one the world had thrown away.
And now I know: to you
I am worth much.
Be Jesus to MeBe Jesus to me.Be Jesus to Me in Free Verse More Like This
He touched the dirty,
loved the unlovable,
he ate with sinners,
brought God to their midst.
Be Jesus to me.
He brought forgiveness,
not harsh condemnation.
He did not avoid
the world's cast-aways,
the tax collectors, prostitutes,
adulterers and murderers,
thieves, terrorists and all those whom
the just had thrown away.
Be Jesus to me.
But I only see
your pro-life protests,
talking past me
or behind my back;
complaints, not love -
and you don't talk to me.
I am waiting
for a kind word,
a shoulder to lean on,
a listening ear
to pour out my heart
- my aching heart
and lift me from the dark.
But no one listens,
and no one cares,
no one brings God
into my night.
Instead, you throw stones
- complaints, condemnation, unkindness, hate
that press me deeper into the mud.
Why can't you be Jesus to me?
Be Jesus to me.
Be my friend though I'm a sinner,
love me despite all my mistakes,
Leap of FaithCan I dare, oh Lord, can ILeap of Faith in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
to take Thy loving grace by word,
believing that, despite my sin
still Thou wilt cleanse me deep within,
not leave a single prayer unheard
and call me still, to do Thy work?
Can I dare, oh Lord, can I
to make that daring leap of faith,
accepting that Thou diedst for me
and nothing can part me from Thee
that I, e'en I, can have Thy grace
and go out still, to do Thy work?
I will dare, oh Lord, I will
and reach in faith now for Thy Hand,
believe Thou turnst me not away,
but savest me from where I've strayed
and leadest me on to the land
where I may serve Thee, in Thy work.
Bathsheba: Can't Hide from YouWhat shall I say?Bathsheba: Can't Hide from You in Free Verse More Like This
I can't hide from you.
I told myself once
it was not my fault,
that I could not say no
to him, the king -
but no, that was not true.
I could have stood
and kept my vow
even to death -
Was I too afraid?
Did it happen too fast?
I can't hide from you
that I never wanted
And in his arms
I remembered my husband
and was stung by regret.
What can I say?
I can't hide from you
that I chased those regrets
I told myself then
it was all his fault,
that he should have stayed
instead of leaving
me bored and alone
and easy to tempt.
I can't hide from you
that I knew it was not
And then the child.
I don't know what to say.
A gift, a curse?
I couldn't hide from him -
I never could hide from you.
I was so afraid.
But I told myself then
it was David's fault:
he should have known better,
left me alone.
I even tried to claim
that he'd tricked me into it.
I can't hide from you
that I allowed him this sin
Philipp's Daughters: EmancipationI may be a woman,Philipp's Daughters: Emancipation in Free Verse More Like This
but that does not decide my fate -
for the Spirit of God
has set me free.
No longer bound
to hearth and home,
no longer is marriage
the sole option for me,
no longer my purpose
child-bearing alone -
for the Spirit of God
has chosen me.
I will not be silenced
or voiceless anymore:
I have a message from God.
I will not be second-class,
worthless or ignored:
for I am a daughter of God.
In Him there is no woman,
in Him there is no man,
no servant or free,
no Jew or Greek,
but all one in Christ
and Christ in us.
I may be a woman
but that makes me no less
in the eyes of the Lord.
I may be a woman
but that will not keep me
from preaching His Word
of salvation for all -
for the Spirit of God
is working in me.
Tamar: Think AgainYou call me a whoreTamar: Think Again in Free Verse More Like This
but what are you?
Why must it be the woman
who takes all the blame?
You can say I seduced you -
who forced you to give in?
Who asked me to bed?
It wasn't me.
You call me a whore
but what are you?
Why does the man
always get away?
You suffer no consequences -
I have to bear them all:
scorn, hatred, death penalty
and the child you gave to me.
You call me a whore
but what are you?
Don't you know it takes two?
It's always all right
for you to do -
have you never thought
what your actions might mean?
You call me a whore.
For it was you
who made me one.
It is not I,
it is you who must change.
Their God Is Their StomachWho is my god?Their God Is Their Stomach in Free Verse More Like This
Or my stomach?
What is my priority?
Or my comforts?
While the needy bleed for justice
and the earth around me wilts,
while the lost cry out in darkness
and the hurting plead for love -
do I reach out a helping hand,
share the love you gave to me?
Do I respect the gifts you gave -
or exploit them just for me?
To save my money,
to feed my desires,
to live in comfort
do I make them bleed some more,
feed off their pain
oppressing my neighbours,
abusing your gifts.
this life of mine?
Is it not all too often
thoughts of money
or what I like,
that lead my steps
on dark'ning way
down a broad path
that I should not take?
take this selfishness away,
this blindness that takes
and takes and takes
but never gives!
Change my habits,
change my ways,
open my eyes
to see the pain
that I am causing
with my unconscious desire
for what costs me less.
Let me not choose
what serves me best
but take the path
Junia: HiddenGive me no fame, o Lord.Junia: Hidden in Free Verse More Like This
I need no glory, no applause,
for what good is it?
let me stay hidden,
like foundations underground,
like the backstage hands,
like wallpaper no one sees
until it is missed.
melting into the background,
hidden from view
but nonetheless there,
like the spices in a curry,
like stitches in embroidery,
like the threads of a rope.
Let me work in patience
for love alone,
in the shadows, unnoticed,
holding the strings.
Let me do what is needed,
though none know my name,
though no one says "thanks",
though I am ignored.
I will be satisfied,
for I seek no renown,
and my work is for you
and for your eyes alone.
The jigsaw boyThe girl sits on the dusty floor,The jigsaw boy in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by odds and ends.
Holding the jigsaw boy, trying to put him together again.
He fell from a very great height,
She sobs for him every night.
None of the pieces fit.
He looks up at her with empty eyes,
The colour of faded blue skies.
His skin is covered in scars and cracks,
Maps that lead her to nowhere
Round and round in circles, like a merry go round.
His soul is scattered around her like glass,
She cuts herself trying to pick the pieces up.
She tries to be distant, she tries to be kind
But in her heart she knows she broke this boy
That lies in pieces at her feet.
She crushed his heart in the palm of her hand
And now she doesn’t know what to do.
She knows that she doesn’t have much time,
Before he falls over this ledge.
He builds these walls between them,
That she will have to climb.
Life has lost its colour and time has lost its grace.
Where his heart was is now an empty space,
Pain consumes his soul.
These empty promises...These empty promises are a noose wrapped round our necks.These empty promises... in Free Verse More Like This
Im tired of these lies that are littered around the floor,
Each one a tiny mine.
I am just waiting for us to blow.
We are speeding off this cliff,
At a frightening rate,
When we hit the bottom will it be too late?
I hold a gun in my hand,
It’s pointed at our heads.
This love is all I have,
It is all that we have left.
You hold on to my hand still,
But there is no warmth left.
Hostile words and empty stares,
Fill the air between our lips,
That have not met for so long
Now I see them moving
Saying "give me the gun".
You grab it from my hand,
I push right up against you.
The blackness fills our minds,
And a quiet space replaces
The life that we once had.
I think I might regret this...
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goesi am the bird with the broken wing in Free Verse More Like This
There is no high in these winter lows
The love that left me has faded away
My tears blur the night into day
For I am the bird with the broken wings
Who has fallen behind the flock,
Now I have fallen by the way side.
With no one to pick me up.
The love that left me died in my arms,
Now things are all messed up.
I am floating beneath the water,
But I cannot get back up.
The silence floats around me,
Where there used to be your voice.
I reach out in the dark,
Hoping for your touch.
All there is, is empty sheets,
A reminder of my loss.
I shudder at what my life has become,
Fragments of glass spread around the floor,
I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up.
But this is how my story goes,
There was no high in my winter lows.
The love I lost hurt too much,
Now there is no night, there is no day.
My Inspiration, My MuseI hope and wait patiently for you to find meMy Inspiration, My Muse in Free Verse More Like This
To hear me calling out to you with every fiber of my being
You haven’t met me yet, you don’t know me
But I want you to know how undeviating you have been to me
From this distance
You gave me passion
You gave me hope
You gave me a light to grasp on to
You made my life like a song
You are like the notes to my life’s melody
Melancholy and bittersweet
I will write you a book
Full of rhymes and rhythms
Words written just for you
You are inspiration, my muse
And it has been you that has inspired me to live
To listen to this worlds song
So I will fight, to live
This unwavering battle with myself
And I hope that someday you will hear me say
Thank you, for saving me from myself.
spell caster musiciansDon’t go with him.spell caster musicians in Emotional More Like This
If he invites you over, don’t do it.
Because he’ll reel you in with perfect words, and innocent eyes full of secrets you’d love to explore and you’ll find yourself in a bed that smells of him, sharing a kiss that tastes like a question and being consumed by his touch and his words and his unfailing ability to love you for a few moments.
You’ll feel a desire you didn’t know existed and fear the touches you were craving before you got to be so close. You’ll wonder if the songs were meant for you, or a repeat of anything he’s ever tried on other girls.
He’ll stop speaking and existing when life forces you to coexist in the same bubble of air space, but he’ll have long since imprinted himself inside your bones like a Trojan virus.
You’ll spend countless hours thinking it over, exasperated, exhilarated, almost in love with the simple idea, with the wonderful illusion, but you will tick question m
poetry is thinking with your skinwith strands of sunlight for hairpoetry is thinking with your skin in Free Verse More Like This
anchors drawn in permanent ink
this catharsis is your skin talking
the hairs on your arms rising.
a sudden glimpse into the
skin sun kissed and wind beaten
free spirit and eyes of the heathen
you think you talk
but you tik like a clock
my words might be beautiful
but they have no soul
I feel infinite
late night taxi cab She got in more than ten minutes ago, makeup smudged by tears or sweat. For pretty girls, it’s always tears. She looks out the window, silent, a cigarette burning in her right hand. It started raining a short while ago and the taxi’s motor has been shut down way before that. It’s eerily quiet and she remarks on it, her voice hoarse and oddly soft for the wild child she looks like. The cab driver has given up on telling her to hurry up and choose a destination or leave because she reminds him too much of someone.late night taxi cab in Short Stories More Like This
They’ve been sitting in this deafening silence forever.
She looks back inside, focuses her gaze on the radio to see if it’s off or just turned down. The silence seems to have a weight and it presses down on her. Last night, she sold love in sealed paper packets tucked in shirtsleeves and underwear, caught in the underwire of her bra, pressed to the hummingbir
SurrealI learned to talk with my fingersSurreal in Free Verse More Like This
The moment my voice got stuck in my throat
The breath in my lungs wouldn’t fuel the sounds
And now there isn’t a thing I write
Without words I’d love to say.
Ribcage bone-hooked and splayed out
My weeping heart beating in tempo with
The hummingbirds in my undead daughter’s hair
(sometimes i wish i hadn’t killed her at birth
Like she wasn’t alive too, like she didn’t deserve a chance)
I almost wish she’d have existed for —
Only for selfish reasons, though, it’s better this way.
Flesh entwined in bed sheets smelling of
You you you and probably her and soon me
Hands on hips and fingertips on lips
Kisses on collarbones and breathing each other
Through the burning of skin collaging like a bad picture
(it hurt when we had to separate but I never anticipated how much)
Treat me rough, treat me really nicely
Spare me the niceties, your eyes spell pretty lies
Next time you want to get inside my neck, mu
crazy glue promises, blurred out consequencesThere’s a sea of rotten fingerprintscrazy glue promises, blurred out consequences in Free Verse More Like This
along the walls of a seamless dreamland.
My drug induced dreams taste like
(plastic) tarp covered candy.
Mommy, sing a lullaby for rich babies
with knuckles covered in diamond tears.
Remind them of shallow graves and
stars carved in not so virgin skin
(they’ll whisper secrets like a recipe for disaster).
We’re sky high, so blue, with
mute voices and tombstones
the color of wanting
missing: girl with fairy dust eyesShe carefully traced the letters on the inside of her wrist, enjoying the harsh smell of sharpie in her nostrils. Under the stark letters of ‘reckless’ she drew an inverted cross, smiling at the end result. It was like simply writing the word lent her its qualities. She wanted to be reckless and do stupid things.missing: girl with fairy dust eyes in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
What had happened to the little girl who dreamt of princesses in moon castles?
The fairy dust had fallen out of her eyes and lyrics no longer hid amid the curls of her hair. Music still ran under her skin like blood, but it wasn’t the same. Maybe that was the reason why she’d let a boy so very close. He reminded her of stories made and discarded within the hour, childhood sand castles and gentle laughter under bedcovers after midnight. He still did. The daydreamer inside her had loved his open eyes. They were loud with fairy tales.
With a sigh, she folded her arms on the desk and laid her head on them, counting her even breaths like clock hands ticking.
Valley of the DollsShe's whimsical.Valley of the Dolls in Free Verse More Like This
Butterflies lie on her wrist
and blue doves fit in the hollow
of her collarbones.
She is unfit for a crown of gold
because wraiths of flowers
suit her sun freckles so much more.
When her voice comes out
you could swear all her lullabies
about wolves and children and freedom
are really about her and love and lust.
The girl cries purple prose tears
laughing under her breath at the
impotency of those who seek to hurt her.
Tree of Life (Adam's lament)I gazed through the mist of this garden so fair,Tree of Life (Adam's lament) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and there stood a tree so stately and rare.
I stood there in awe as the birds gathered 'round,
For a moment 'twas silent; no, nary a sound.
I peered closer yet, I could see there were two,
two trees did reach for the sky ever blue.
As I pondered about the second one there,
a temptress appeared, she proffered a dare!
Now as I gaze at my garden so fair,
the cruel flaming sword doth keep me from there.
I wish, how I wish, for a glimpse of that tree,
the tree of life that was meant just for me!
GENESIS 2:9; 3:6,7,24
Touch...and believe!the feel of fine silkTouch...and believe! in Free Verse More Like This
the bark of the birch
the cool running water
my toes in the sand
her soft flowing hair
his muscular frame
the feet of an infant
the small of her back
the coat of the husky
the fur of the kitten
the skin of the boa
the soft tiny gerbil
the Bible in leather
the thin delicate page
the hug from my brother
the tears on my cheek
"Many believe in just what they can see,
or can hold in the palm of their hand.
But true faith requires much more of me,
if I choose to fit in with His plan."
Is This World Coming To An End?Is This World Coming To An End? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bitter dreams of bitter things, future's end is near.
Prophets chant and angels shout, many live in fear.
Nations balk at Christ the king, many curse his name.
Father, Son, and holy ones, frequently defamed.
Darkened skies obscure the sun, moon becomes blood-red.
Starlit nights no longer seen, gloom appears instead.
Behold the judgment from of old, no place left to hide.
Will I live or will I die, must I take a side?
Tribulation approaches, religion's fate is sealed.
Commercialism's failure, forever now unveiled.
Politician's promises, liars without remorse.
Entertainment's values, follow the trendy course.
Satan's world is declining, demons bewail their doom.
The dark abyss is waiting, spacious her inner rooms.
Millennial rule shall follow, one thousand years of bliss.
Bow to earth's anointed king, receive him with a holy kiss.
*For a full discussion of this important subject, please see
my latest journal entry submitted on 10/7/13.
Look...and see!the sun setting in the westLook...and see! in Free Verse More Like This
a rainbow after a storm
the forest at dawn
the starry heavens
your child's eyes
daddy's blue sweater
momma's warm smile
the pink of the flamingo
the mane of the lion
the neck of the giraffe
the geese in flight
the words of a psalmist
the wisdom of the king
the beauty of a prayer
the sermon on the mount
"With eyes opened wide we can see so much,
but will we ever learn?
There's more to sight than what we can touch;
the Spirit - who can discern?"
Shine on meShine on me Lord, shine on my lifeShine on me in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
you know my troubles, and all of my strife
you know the sorrow, the hurt and the pain
but when you shine on me Lord, I feel whole again
Shine on me Lord oh please shine on me
give me your love and I'll be free
show me the way that you want me to be
oh shine on me Lord, oh please shine on me
Shine on me Lord, shine on my heart
you know the story, that I'd done my part
you knew I loved her, that she was my world
But if you'll shine on me Lord, my heart will unfurl
Shine on me Lord, shine on my soul
you know how long it's been, since I was whole
you know my past, my future, my now
but please shine on me now Lord, to live teach me how
The Fountain of YouthMany a wanderer for your springs did thirstThe Fountain of Youth in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for one sip; they would be set free!
Free from the misery and free from the dearth
of more years; to live endlessly!
But your source proved elusive, many have tried
to find you; the fountain of life!
Some have lost patience and many more have died
in their quest; their lives filled with strife.
They've merely sought what was planted in man's heart
from the start; a life without end!
If only you were real we'd all do our part
to be good; our ways we would mend.
But the truth we must face is there's no fountain
to be found; and there's never been.
Life eternal was inscribed on a mountain
on two tablets; the laws were ten.
The waters that we seek are waters of truth
found in the Word; life-giving truth.
If we diligently seek our search will bear fruit
for life; Jesus' rise gives us proof!
What do you think of me?When you think of me just what do you see,What do you think of me? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a babe, wrapped up tight in a cloak?
Or a fairy tale myth who's been set free,
or a man whose back nearly broke?
When you think of me just why should you fear,
the end, it's not what you believe!
The coming wrath will eliminate tears,
bring mankind's long needed reprieve.
When you think of me do you miss the point,
your troubles, were they caused by Me?
It's for you my Father did thus anoint,
his Son, who will soon set you free.
When you think of me does it move your heart,
to sing, give praise to my Father?
I promise you this, if you'll do your part,
I'll take care of you, my brother!
The DreamerThe Dreamer in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cosmic dance above my head,
colors that blend sublime.
Blues and greens and striking reds,
I'm lost in space and time.
Such scenes inspire dreamers,
it's nature at it's best!
Poets, artists, believers,
translating beauty's fest.
Thoughts drift to my city home,
the foul, polluted air.
Smog creates a poisoned dome,
yet no one seems to care.
Planet earth, a 'jewel in space',
or so the spaceman said.
That saying now seems out of place,
a 'nest befouled' instead.
But for now I watch the lights,
and dream of better things.
A future day when earth is right,
and harmony takes wing.
Hope... an ode to Newtown Soon this old world will come to its end.Hope... an ode to Newtown in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet worry not, for then, only then,
can peace and love forever endure;
a new world of hope, its coming is sure!
Never to sorrow or cry out in pain
for the loss of a child, ever again!
The blessing of Jah will make all things new.
Yes, I want to live there, how about you?
Child of NewtownThe last time I saw you; your face, etched forever in my memory.Child of Newtown in Free Verse More Like This
Those eyes, so wise, and yet loving. Your laugh, yes that laugh,
how can I ever forget! The memories we shared of good times
(sure, there were tough times too), frolicking in the wood, dancing
in the sand together, always together. You and me, me and you, living and
loving, sharing the best of times.
Will I see you again? Will we sing together again? Your favorite songs,
I know them all, word for word. I could sing them in my sleep, or recite your
favorite stories with one hand tied behind my back. Eating ice cream with you on a warm
summer night; the very best of times! My favorite was vanilla, yours rocky road.
Watching your favorite cartoon with you on Saturday morning; precious! Oh how I miss
you my child, my dear, sweet child. My heart is broken, forever numb.
"Come back to me, please come back."
"Awaken, my child, for the world is brand new.
The birds sing a song, their song is for YOU.
Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.
She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.
Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.
Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.
There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.
The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows people will judge her before they have even read
Her story because they’re too caught up in their own narrative.
They only take the time to read your book once you are dead.
They say we’re born alone and die alone.
As humans we are built to survive and consume.
Even if you are raised from a loving home.
You can still feel out of place in your ow
The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On.The Show Must Go On. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You’re meant to be sad,
As long as the flowers last.
Well at least that’s what they say.
Then why do I still feel bad,
Even though time has passed.
I find myself thinking about you everyday.
After mourning and mourning,
On the dawning of the next morning.
Your unplanned departure will still be daunting.
How am I supposed to grasp your sudden disappearance?
When every time I close my eyes I can see your appearance.
How can I class your death as an untimely interference?
One that is destined to occur throughout my life time and time again.
These engraved names are the people I call my family, confidants and friends.
They say I should take each day as they come and try and pretend
As if you are still here amongst us, looking down from above.
As comforting as that thought is, it will never be enough.
You not being here is a reality I am forced to take.
Living a life without you was a decision I was forced to make.
Sometimes I can’t help but think that
Inside Out.Inside Out.Inside Out. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you love my insides?
You know the parts you can’t see.
The parts that constructively divide,
All the places where you can’t be.
Do you love my internals?
You know all my unexploited crevices.
All the words I leave out of my journal.
The soft tissue areas that offer no benefits.
Do you love my fleshy, raw fillings?
You know the boring and bloody parts.
The features that are not made for kissing.
The invisible strokes that add to this body of art.
You see it’s my exterior that attracts you
But it’s my interior that made this possible.
So when my insecurities inadvertently attack you,
Don’t be so swift to class me as distrusting and illogical.
I need to know and to understand.
That you truly love me for who I am.
Even the parts of me you cannot see
Because those are the places where I want you to be.
Human Nature.Human Nature.Human Nature. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And the ambitious achievers.
Need the realists to stop them from flying too close to the sun.
The logical idealists
And the informed defeatists.
Need the dreamers to show them how some struggles can be won.
You see I am beginning to get the gist,
Of how we all unwittingly coexist.
Neither one can ever be dismissed,
As long as the reign of mankind persists.
As one tries, the other watches.
When one flies, the other dislodges
Stories aimed to defame, name, claim and shame.
Assuring and securing that the harsh reality still remains.
Life's LessonLife's Lesson.Life's Lesson in Free Verse More Like This
The hardest thing in this life
Is to live in it.
Belief.Belief.Belief. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’d rather believe in something,
Rather than to believe in nothing.
Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.
It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.
It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence
Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.
It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.
And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in
To something that is not indefinitely there
And that it was us who made this world unfair.
But if you believe there is something greater in place
And that this something does not have a form, figure or face.
From this something we gain a feeling that cannot be described
And although countless cynics have allied, defied and tried.
They have dedicated their entire lives to proving there is no evidence.
Because disproving that something is the only thing of any relevance.
What if confirming its p
Intangible Tangent.Intangible Tangent.Intangible Tangent. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They say God only gives you what you can handle.
But lately I have realized that this cannot be true.
Every blow has the potential to blow out that candle.
So there is no guarantee that everyone will pull through.
What happens if you can withstand the disturbance?
Will you be constantly waiting for the next wave?
Imagine waking up knowing what lies behind the curtains.
Confined behind the undefined lines of a close shave.
Perhaps we all possess the prowess to overcome any obstruction.
But not everyone has the belief that they can persevere.
We are all victims of a much bigger incomprehensible construction
And there will always be some that succumb to that deepest fear.
What will you become if you somehow conquer all the obstacles?
Doing whatever it takes to ensure that you will survive.
Blaming others for what you have done refusing to be responsible.
Knowing this is the person you had to become in order to stay alive.
In the end we have no choice but to make do wit
Console Your LifeConsole Your LifeConsole Your Life in Free Verse More Like This
Multiple eyes transfixed on to a variegated screen.
Fingers tap wildly and frantically.
Specific illustrious shapes pressed repetitively.
Competitive slurs muttered and mispronounced,
Followed by the subtle movement of feet that instinctively respond.
An unvarnished carefree occasion,
Of which anyone can enter and revel.
Were being victorious isn't significant or vital,
But is still the mutually accepted aim.
Insults and verbal abuse are taken leniently.
Skill is fundamentally acclaimed and announced.
Numerous discs are retrieved and inserted.
Women envy this time consuming and attentive machine.
Men adore and admire the simplicity and control over it.
It's a timeless source off amusement and escapism.
You can lose or forfeit and still feel exactly the same.
You are able to virtually inflict damage and receive no pain.
A place were all your problems and complications cease to remain.
It's essentially a game within a game.
SurvivalSurvival.Survival in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
Self Made.Self Made.Self Made. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Research and re-emerge when you have found the answer.
Correct and perfect your craft and become your own master.
Refine your design until it cannot be further enhanced.
Instead of waiting, why not try creating your own chance?
Have the nerve to capture what you so rightly deserve.
Duly take heed but never concede to what you have heard.
Manually harness the tenacity to exceed your limited capacity.
Recognize that progress can either happen instantly or gradually.
Stay humble but don’t let it crumble when things start looking up.
Because those in a position of power are also known to be corrupt.
Remain independent; refrain from complying and relying on others.
But understand that those conceited people also needed loving mothers.
Polish and accomplish your dreams and visualise them into this reality.
Remember that failing is nothing but one of life’s constructive formalities.
So be confident go and see the things you have always wanted to see.
Allow yourself time