tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66856315217035980062024-03-12T21:01:02.748-07:00Story of A LifetimeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-45196246417818379512015-08-30T19:02:00.003-07:002015-08-30T19:02:24.754-07:00The StoreI'd meet her everyday thinking of new things to say<br />
How are you and is everything okay?<br />
I imagine her reply with glee she always replied<br />
Even if her answers would come with a sigh<br />
The store was a getaway 30 minutes all day long<br />
A time I could release to her what's wrong<br />
She listened to me because she wanted not had to<br />
I listened to her because I felt what was true<br />
I'd meet her every day thinking of new jokes to make<br />
Like your hair looks silly oh you're buying that cake?<br />
We never kissed or hugged it wasn't what this was<br />
I didn't need a why or who not even a because<br />
It was just a release to go to the store<br />
30 minutes away from what kept me to the floor<br />
I didn't love her but I loved her company<br />
Am I wrong to think that's all she wanted from me<br />
30 minutes past and I said goodbye<br />
All I had was her store and I left with my lieAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-61267900745065561382014-07-22T18:52:00.001-07:002014-07-22T18:52:44.571-07:00A Window Shopper For HappinessThey're unsatisfied with it all can't find that inner peace<br />
So when it comes to their dreams they desist and cease<br />
Instead they begin to look in your direction<br />
Judging their lives through you is their obsession<br />
Everything they do they try to do better than you<br />
Because your life is perfect and to them its too true<br />
To them it's a window to a time they can't see from<br />
Waiting for realities that they know they won't see come<br />
Shopping for Happiness without buying the goods<br />
Wish you could see the beauty that I could<br />
But instead you see your flaws and magnify them to the sky<br />
And you're looking at me out of the corner of your eye<br />
To see if I'll ask if you're okay or any thoughts of advice<br />
Though to know if you're struggling they'll pay any price<br />
It's not even the enemy you see that shows up daily<br />
It's the friend that really believes that your joy is their failing<br />
Shopping for Happiness without putting the effort to try<br />
And you're wondering why you're living this lie<br />
There isn't a price on happiness yet you're willing to pay it<br />
If you're not that happy for me why don't you just say it<br />
I wish you can take something from the moral of the scribe<br />
Instead of taking these words back analyzing them with the tribe<br />
Take it for yourself and learn from the words<br />
Stop shopping for Happiness it's free from the birdsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-75663899680652872392014-07-22T18:26:00.002-07:002014-07-22T18:26:43.867-07:00FaithIt's something we don't have yet we preach it to the sky<br />
It's something we take for granted but lose it if we cry<br />
Faith is a tool for us to follow and take heed<br />
Yet we don't have faith in faith indeed<br />
Seeds get planted with doubt in your mind<br />
Seeds turn to flowers one of a wicked kind<br />
Lose faith in me and you've lost faith in you<br />
Without faith how do you get through what you go through<br />
On a daily basis in different types of cases<br />
I could see the lost faith on all of your faces<br />
I see it in my own and it's hard to describe it<br />
When you don't have it you need it in order to survive it<br />
That's faith in you in me in him and she<br />
It's a faith that the world wishes it could see<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-67714845936662475242014-07-22T06:14:00.002-07:002014-07-22T06:14:35.196-07:00Distorted BeautyThere is beauty in the cracks we see in society<br />
There is strength in the weakness I see when you lie to me<br />
If I knew who we were then I knew who we'd try to be<br />
I sigh because I believe in the rights we aspire to see<br />
Yet I pause and cry for what we lost in the fire<br />
To see progression is my only desire<br />
And I digress no less with the vigor of my youth<br />
In my mind to survive it's my mind to the truth<br />
That the little successes can't prevent the mistakes<br />
Though I know that within I'll never forsake<br />
What I've seen and learned through the years<br />
May you never be handcuffed or controlled by fears<br />
I still am in some ways and it follows me for days<br />
I fight it off though so I'm not in a craze<br />
The moral you ask there is beauty to treasure<br />
Even in darkness there is beauty to pleasureAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-24424338034381869772013-07-10T19:05:00.001-07:002013-07-10T19:05:15.551-07:00Ultra-VioletSummer summed up in the form of the beach<br />
Sky so colorful I can't help but reach<br />
That moment of peace my mind so clear<br />
Yet filled with images so near and dear<br />
To my heart color red change the rainbow<br />
Blue lighted building where did the rain go<br />
It's a vision of a time that's mine in the sun<br />
A future and a present that I know I'll run<br />
Color of purple like the book and I'll turn the page<br />
Color of green like the money in this golden age<br />
My past my present and my becoming all in my light<br />
So before I see too much and go blind tonight<br />
I close my eyes and let the rays take me in<br />
Knowing I'm forgiven not stirred or shaken<br />
Ultra-violet rays just like this edict says<br />
Ultra-violet rays are the most perfect daysAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-72185205268368734612013-07-09T18:58:00.002-07:002013-07-09T18:58:22.646-07:00SignaturesSign on the dotted line sign of the times<br />
Sign of the signs signed in my mind<br />
Cross my I's and dot my T's<br />
Symbolism for me framed on the trees<br />
My Signature of life assigned to the pad<br />
My signature is aligned to the life I had<br />
Sign me up in the ink known as dead red<br />
Sign my life away in the words that I said<br />
Isn't the point to point at the sign in the sky<br />
Signed by you with more tears to cry<br />
I couldn't sign a contract so compact<br />
Knowing I signed it left a feeling abstract<br />
Signed by my heart crossed with my tears<br />
A signature I know would last through the years<br />
So in this a signature is the life line don't pull the cord<br />
Signing what's left over that I know I can't affordAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-24423831407624111232013-07-09T17:08:00.001-07:002013-07-09T17:08:51.891-07:00The Road (Part I)For awhile it was closed couldn't travel this road<br />
Carrying too much baggage too heavy of a load<br />
I guess it was what I could see in my rearview<br />
I never really understood what I was going through<br />
Lost in my ways as I traveled away<br />
Little did I know I'd have nothing to say<br />
Because I remembered it all like it happened again<br />
I had no thoughts and no smiles to send<br />
It hurt me I know it did because I told her in my dreams<br />
The truth about my flaws and marks everything I've seen<br />
Still the road got darker as it was meant to do<br />
In the darkness there's the light of the truth<br />
To be continued as I ride forward in the line of fire<br />
I say damn to myself as I know my heart tires<br />
As the road twists and turns in what was meant to be<br />
To where does this road lead for meAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-69155426004482236402013-06-28T19:11:00.002-07:002013-06-28T19:11:46.732-07:00Life CycleSo many times I said I'd never get over it<br />
2 years later I can't even remember it<br />
Cycles of life where change is a reminder<br />
That in dark times you'll find something kinder<br />
So many times I thought it wouldn't change<br />
1 day later the new feeling feels strange<br />
Cycles of life where new is old pretty fast<br />
Times that were celebrated times that didn't last<br />
So when I speak of the feelings I used to project<br />
I looked at it from a brand new aspect<br />
Cycles of life where what wasn't now is the mode<br />
No crystal ball in life just what the times have showed<br />
And in that moment I can't lie to my eyes<br />
Cycles of life as I begin to realize<br />
Expect the unexpected as the time grows near<br />
Change is guaranteed and it's hard not to fear<br />
But the truth in the matter is each time I've grown<br />
In each life cycle that growth I've shownAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-65202229499724051122013-06-27T15:47:00.000-07:002013-06-27T15:47:09.901-07:00SilenceThe awkward sound of nothing as I know she's gone<br />
The words come to my mouth but it's all wrong<br />
I stare at the clock waiting for a minute to pass by<br />
I can't hear the ticks though and I don't know why<br />
She said something but it can't come to my mind<br />
Frantic breaths as if I'm in a snakes bind<br />
I don't hear them either as I sit on my bed<br />
The sounds are clear like sounds of the dead<br />
Pictures and videos play back in my head<br />
Holding back tears that I don't want to shed<br />
I walk to the wall and see a photo of you and I<br />
I look with the hurt of a thousand lies<br />
I scream with frustration but I can't hear myself<br />
It's as if the volume as been set to stealth<br />
It's over stop the fight no more violence<br />
And I end this as I started in complete silenceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-45973292586862510502013-06-27T15:22:00.002-07:002013-06-27T15:22:24.376-07:00AllureEnticing her because I know that's what she needs<br />
Attracting her because she's full of that greed<br />
Not a bad greed but the kind that makes you want her more<br />
An excellent reminder of what you've never had before<br />
It's the way she looks that pushes you to look better<br />
Used to be boring but now you're a trendsetter<br />
Take her around the world knowing that'll make her smile<br />
Give her gifts that make her know she's worthwhile<br />
And in this you realize the power of her allure<br />
It isn't her getting the best of you it's just that you're sure<br />
Of the investment in stock that'll take you to the moon<br />
Her smell her touch all have you in a swoon<br />
No longer feeling normal as she's pushed you to the edge<br />
That fear that exhilaration as you stand over the ledge<br />
Jump in with your heart and ask questions later<br />
In knowing there's no chance you'll ever hate her<br />
And in this you realize the truth in her allure<br />
That loving her makes you that much more pure<br />
In your ways for the rest of your days<br />
As you rest your laurels on what she says<br />
Allure me to allure you and that's the theme in my heart<br />
I say this knowing I was allured from the start<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-84084209554588767102013-06-26T20:00:00.000-07:002013-06-26T20:00:57.703-07:00ConnectionPersistent to be alone in my battle to survive<br />
Yet my desire to connect still remains alive<br />
In the recesses of my dreams I don't know what I mean<br />
Maybe it was something I didn't notice something unseen<br />
The reason why we all require a connection<br />
In truth reminds me that in each other we see a reflection<br />
Of ourselves in strengths weaknesses and the like<br />
Muscle memory doesn't forget like riding a bike<br />
Yet I walk the road alone keeping me to myself<br />
Taking a chance on disturbing my emotional health<br />
Disconnected from the idea of accepting a normal fate<br />
Back and forth in my mind at a hyper rate<br />
There aren't any blurred lines like between love and hate<br />
Don't want to lose the distinction and be too late<br />
To discover the wonders of connecting with you<br />
Knowing the joy of finding out each clue<br />
Learning to remember in my life what's true<br />
To have another person understand what I'm going through<br />
A connection in what I've listed never thought it existed<br />
A connection to life I hope I don't miss itAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-24184013987828883062013-06-26T18:51:00.001-07:002013-06-26T18:51:10.742-07:00ContentiousEmotions run so high that I feel too low<br />
In dealing with you there is no room to grow<br />
Feet to the ground smaller than small<br />
And yet I'm fighting with you every phone call<br />
Livid because I'm fighting and I don't know why<br />
Understanding that fighting is my version of try<br />
Accepting this state of mind or am I minding the state<br />
Wanting to turn back but this issue ran late<br />
Like yesterday's edition back page headline<br />
It's an ongoing struggle with no end in sight sign<br />
It isn't a lie and that's why it doesn't go away<br />
It's the reason why I haven't run out of things to say<br />
Whether it's black or white or 50 shades of gray<br />
I'm taking this away like it's a bad food tray<br />
Tense and stressful and you made it this way<br />
And for this we'll both have to pay<br />
In my heart though it doesn't end<br />
As contentious as this is my thoughts I still lendAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-61818154424212006442013-06-18T17:53:00.003-07:002013-06-18T17:53:58.960-07:00Finding Love On A One Way StreetI was closed before I met you in some ways still cloudy<br />
It doesn't have to be a man who's boisterous and rowdy<br />
Within myself I can't deny that you've changed me in so many ways<br />
In that I analyze these facts for days<br />
Because in you I've become better and worse all in the same<br />
But I'm happy for that because I've grown into my name<br />
My name you ask because before I never fit the bill<br />
Defined by my fear and never thought of for will<br />
Coming down the street only one way that's my way<br />
Fell in love with you and that's all I'll have to say<br />
Even on the days that I'm scared of sharing that life<br />
I know in my heart that you'll be my wife<br />
And the power and fear that bring the questions in my face<br />
Are the very same things that make this one a cold case<br />
As I drive down this one way knowing that you're my one way<br />
Expectations are higher and for me that's okay<br />
Emotions are heightened and it's easy to convey<br />
Love mixed with the nerves have entered the fray<br />
The song is finding love on a two way street<br />
The one way is my way so honey take a seat<br />
Admitting my narcissism is part of the learning curve<br />
But understanding your love is multifaceted is my learning swerve<br />
And in that I relent to you as I give you this ring<br />
One way isn't my way anymore is what I'm thinkingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-48675586866673562272013-06-18T17:33:00.002-07:002013-06-18T17:33:35.400-07:00Forgiving My Secrets, Honoring Your TruthsI'm jealous of the way you inspire what's true<br />
As I think this to myself I can't admit it to you<br />
Call me proud or stubborn the evidence of my years<br />
Fortified by my secrets held up by my fears<br />
I can't help but be humbled and aspire for better<br />
But my individuality my ways are my life's letter<br />
To the law of the call my flaws are my mask<br />
To keep them from you are my life's task<br />
Defeating the purpose of what the truth describes<br />
I believe in my way as I continue to be a scribe<br />
I can love you knowing that you will never lie<br />
Can you love me knowing that I can only try<br />
An essence of the little ones but those are still a shame<br />
I'll never stop trying to change the game's name<br />
As I forgive my ways I am grateful for what you believe<br />
And in that I'll change with no lies to retrieveAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-49473630584959143572013-06-18T17:02:00.003-07:002013-06-18T17:02:52.540-07:00Learning To Say Goodbye To TomorrowThinking of a future that I can't foresee<br />
Reminders of that life and what it could mean to me<br />
But today is the chief and all that I can control<br />
It's on the top of my ladder the face on the totem pole<br />
Suppressing the thoughts that shape a beautiful mind<br />
Knowing that tomorrow is something I may never find<br />
So I focus on today not knowing that may come next<br />
Feeling these words as I know they'll be in my heart<br />
Understanding this process is from one I can't depart<br />
Enlighten yourself by not worrying about what's beyond the mountain<br />
Liven yourself by drinking from today's fountain<br />
As I say a tearful goodbye to my thoughts of tomorrow<br />
Just knowing that for me they aren't tears of sorrow<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-41100988345449450102012-09-24T15:01:00.000-07:002012-09-24T15:01:04.119-07:00It's Never EnoughWhen is it enough? It's never enough. Still working on "Finding Peace in The Storm" so while I do that, some free writing here.<br />
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I'm never enough is the phrase in my mind<br />
I'm looking for otherwise but I don't see a sign<br />
A discredit a negative seems like it's your statement<br />
I feel like deja vu getting used to your beratement<br />
So as much as I try It's not enough in your eyes<br />
Don't want to tell the truth because the truth is lies<br />
It's never enough so what's the point of asking a question<br />
If it ever was enough then this feeling would lessen<br />
My heart wanting to know why but I fall further in thought<br />
Wondering if I already lost for what I have fought<br />
And in this effort it never was enough for you<br />
And knowing these facts does color what's true<br />
It doesn't matter if I'm hurting or what I'm going through<br />
This isn't the life that I thought I knew<br />
Enough is enough I'm tired of the lie<br />
Knowing that enough isn't realistic to tryAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-31187940951849859982012-07-31T04:59:00.003-07:002012-07-31T04:59:43.638-07:00War<br />
<div align="center" class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: center; text-indent: -.25in;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
never ending war like my father said<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As
we fight for what’s living and for what’s dead<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Not
just in people but the ideals we stand for<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Never
has the urgency been this high before<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As
individuality has been quantified as a loss<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">With
a cult message no matter the cost<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
hope that we continue to fight to the day<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So
at the very end there’ll be more words to say<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I
won’t live in fear I’ll fight for what’s right<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">The
goal the plan is to bring the truth to light<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So
that one day I can tell my son<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That
he won’t fight this war that’s begun<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That
one day he can express without being shunned<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">That
his thoughts won’t be the only ones<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Opinionated
politics have given this war a name<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Social
media has left us with nothing but shame<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Standing
while seeing the war around me<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Continuing
the fight is the future I see<o:p></o:p></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-5352858560726981952011-08-25T10:22:00.000-07:002011-08-25T10:33:47.792-07:00Significance of IgnoranceYou deem it necessary for me to obey
<br />Then you state that I don't have shit to say
<br />As simple as a word that sharp like a knife
<br />Demonstrating ignorance in this life
<br />Support the crimes you commit I will not acquit
<br />I will stand though you tell me to sit
<br />As small as a drop as hard as the wall
<br />Demonstrating ignorance hold my calls
<br />Looking for a reason to justify your existence
<br />Disrespecting me further with your continued persistence
<br />Demonstrating ignorance you are the villain
<br />Will fight this "evil" with all I have god willin
<br />Significance of ignorance the definition of belligerence
<br />Hope maybe you start to understand the inference
<br />In this lesson I'll lessen your cause for concern
<br />Maybe without a little ignorance you just might learn
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-33190052314482211672011-07-14T11:30:00.001-07:002011-07-14T11:39:49.590-07:00The Glass SocietyTouch them they break faster than the day<br />Faster than when the hooker asks you to pay<br />They tried to stop me but they crack at change<br />Can never control me far out of firing range<br />I hit them hard in the jaw cause it's made of glass<br />I hit them more the more time does pass<br />You have to hit them because they're all about control<br />To bend the mind and rule the soul<br />Free speech and free thought a smokescreen I see<br />Knowing what this world means to me<br />I strive to be a leader to be strong as stone<br />Never will I accept the glass nor will I condone<br />The lack of faith that exists in the world today<br />I know now is my time to seize the sun's rays<br />Let them know that color or gender is irrelevant<br />Let them feel that leadership is that transcendent<br />So we break them and breakthrough like a battering ram<br />We break the glass society simply because we canAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-57814003068918494992011-07-13T05:10:00.000-07:002011-07-13T06:04:49.268-07:00SacrificeWhat's necessary for some is vital to others<br />Like the love of a child portrayed by it's mother<br />Love that topic as passionate as fire searing the sky<br />Learning that fire can change the look in your eye<br />If it's for you I'll do it no questions asked<br />If you asked me to hide I'll wear a mask<br />If you asked me to walk through hell I'll say when<br />Dodging bullets and explosions like army men<br />If you told me you needed it I'd do whatever I could<br />Even if I wasn't very sure that you would<br />It's what I'm programmed to do even if people don't understand<br />When it comes to sacrifice there is no line in the sand<br />I'll sacrifice everything to save you always<br />Sacrifice is the model for the rest of my days.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-24265909852836629512011-06-23T11:25:00.000-07:002011-06-23T11:34:45.417-07:00The Hero who leftIn grace at a time that couldn't be described<br />The hero decided to become a scribe<br />To tell his story as he walked away from it all<br />No more damsels no more rescue calls<br />He walked away because the pressure became immense<br />Even stronger than his feeling that was that intense<br />He was sad but strong in knowing that it was done<br />It was time that a new story had begun<br />I couldn't lie he wrote feeling the tears in his soul<br />I had lost my way and lost all control<br />The ideal to have feelings was too much to take<br />I couldn't lose that part I worked hard to make<br />So I take the cape off I run from that plan<br />Become different and normal a regular man<br />This is the life of the hero that left<br />Though the people thought he committed a theftAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-71495469675513042872011-06-16T10:52:00.000-07:002011-06-16T10:58:29.699-07:00Talk BackI can't listen to her when she talks back to me like that<br />It makes me irritated can't keep my thoughts intact<br />I can't defend myself so I don't I retreat to my shell<br />There's a reason this sh*t sounds like a hard sell<br />Always priding myself on being as nice as I can<br />But how should you feel when a woman disrespects that man<br />Forget getting physical that's a waste of my time<br />I need to go to jail just because you get inside my mind<br />Never that but sometimes it makes me wonder<br />What can I say that has the type of thunder<br />To get you to calm down and leave it alone<br />This anger I feel I sure as hell can't condone<br />It is that and just that is why I cry<br />Maybe that will send a message tears in my eyes<br />Cause nothing else works and with this strength I lack<br />I just learn to keep quiet and never talk backAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-81349665105064737182011-06-16T10:20:00.000-07:002011-06-16T10:43:06.730-07:00From Reflective to TranscendentI had a past but it's not why I'm here<br />I have a present and that I don't fear<br />I used to think what was right and wrong<br />Honestly I really think I always knew all along<br />Just chose not to live up to the greatness I am<br />Chose to stay a boy and not be that man<br />From limbo to relevance to a star I rise<br />Best part is there's no tears in my eyes<br />It's not dramatic it's fantastic like Marvel's Four<br />It's a lesson and a blessing like never before<br />I've learned to push harder with the heart of a champ<br />Knowing that I got the support of my team and my camp<br />I never advertise that I'm the best but I'm getting damn good<br />Realizing now that in some ways I always knew I would<br />I'm not even close to my past anymore I'm independent<br />Can't wait for the day where my talent is transcendentAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-32165832087021926962011-05-12T06:26:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:29:15.202-07:00I think therefore....I am as thin skinned as the man with the skeletal face<br />I am sensitive in ways that I'll always need my space<br />Hurt me one time and I'll never forget<br />Believe me when I say I have my regrets<br />I think sometimes I wish I was someone else<br />I don't think that way anymore if you think that helps<br />Learning to be a man has defined me in so many ways<br />But the future is yet to come so I have so very many days<br />Expect the unexpected is the mantra I take on<br />Trusting that God and myself will fight forward and be strong<br />There's a perfection in being imperfect that I strive and I live for<br />Understanding and appreciating that there will always be an open door<br />I am a believer that Love can save anyone<br />I know this because Love has saved this one<br />I am better today than I was yesterday<br />I think I will learn to say this everydayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6685631521703598006.post-31026935152409958102011-04-20T14:22:00.001-07:002011-04-20T14:25:23.157-07:00Looking Back One more timeI was told not to look back I might get caught up<br />So what if I do I'll be damned if I give up<br />Remembering the life before and wondering what could've been<br />Wondering if the path that was chosen wasn't a win<br />It's all these things that it's all fair to think about<br />Not anything to say out loud no thoughts to shout<br />Just looking with an open mind one last time<br />Just feeling with an open heart writing this rhyme<br />The people the places the things have passed me by<br />Though I know in my heart that I'll never cry<br />I have my memories and I'll leave them there<br />As fuzzy and warm as my black hair<br />It makes me think to myself damn time goes by so fast<br />Wondering about those times that didn't last<br />But alas as I close the page of the book once again<br />I say it's always good to look one more time my friendAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558521619136375909noreply@blogger.com0