The nightmare I wake up from leads me to my dreams and to many dares I will do . If I only knew the total view . I would stare at the picture too . So I take a few minutes to leave my and to lead with my head . I wonder what other people life would be like if I was dead . Who would fashionably say things that I’ve said with passion of being scared . I hope you will share the best of me and test themselves to the rest of me that I left . There is another way I will beat death . With every breath of me I’ll smile from the depths of me while I conquer destiny . I’ll smile in agony with what I meet because it’s there to be beat . I’ll smile to keep me on my feet , dancing , and running to compete . For a life that should not be complete . This day is better bitter sweet . These days are bigger and unique . So I’ll smile in and out my sleep and through my most doubtful weeks . To strengthen what once was weak . I’ll smile as I seek my faith .
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What more is there to learn . What more things and feelings can I earn . I took a chance at love , at lust , and with trust . And I lost a turn the past was no longer a concern . It became something to keep me focused and firm . I took a chance with faith and I got burned . Another concern was the mental harm . Will I be able to fit what I wanted and needed between my arms . Between my arms is a empty space that I’ll keep just to embrace in case you fall back into my grace . Shame will cover my face as I struggle to love my faith . For my mind has crumble under this pace and I have lost the reason to give chase . Between my arms there was a base for believing that all love was safe. Now I know it’s just bait for a future agreeable mistake . Between my arms there was something warm that was great . Now something has torn and my arms literally shake from remembering what I had to take . It’s best to have two broken arms than a heavy heart break .
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To you I leave what you didn’t believe in me . Truly I saw the best of me through you . Didn’t we grew or grow the only way we knew . A few if and or no to each of our views . For we opposed the new parts that we added to our hearts as we became addicts . Obviously our love is problematic . But eventually we became diplomatic . Knowing which way we will go at it . The havoc came and we still stayed the same , for we were children of the pain . You are from tears of many fears and I’m blood that been soaked in the mud . Never have I came close to love until your intellect tossed me into a flood of loaded words . And there I noted what was love . I saw this effect and studied because . I felt the buzz from life unplugged and took to you as my favorite drug . And that’s the story of out love . Quick bits of lust and fixed with trust .
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Judah rise and shine and give the world a big piece of your mind . And then watch civilization fall by design . Keep our Father promises and laws inside . Don’t be afraid or surprised , for the flesh and the material will meet it’s demise .The understanding of mankind sits in a tomb of lost time . We been made fit to make a steep climb . We paid the cost of a victimless crime . We got caught when we couldn’t cover our behind . We turned down our pace and we turn down our faith . And we turned down our faith . We’re alright you might say ,because you’re being brave . But do you really know for sure that you are saved . Just look at the mysterious ways you behave . And now tell me alright we are all saved . They gave us a month of February for the right to go to the grave . When the world is our sancturary but yet they keep us as slaves . We turned down our faith , and we all turned down our faith by turning into the things we hate most . I guess this is why we love dreams and hate ghosts . That is why we keep close to nightmares , for our memories share’s the same dose . And we turned down our faith . And we all turned down our place . History became the centuries that we don’t teach anymore . How what where when and who then had us in slavery before ? Now that the Children of Israel are still there and are rotten to the core . Am I still 3/5th of a man or no more . Now that I am fully grown I have a civil right to be poor and the spiritual might to endure . The Most High covenant covers my body to secure the faith and to insure my fate . We turned down our faith . When others that came here before, never knew we would occupy the same space and more . They opened the door and we stepped out onto the floor . And we turned down our faith and we all turned down our grace and our case to be in this place . We are always leading last in the race . I asked myself what is the purpose of my pace ? To pick up loose change or to build up energy for a good chase . I bet you that my faith will catch up with me in the right time and at the right place . I made up my mind to arm myself with my faith . For I am the alarm to my people to take back their faith and to hold fast on the track where we was not given space . We all turned around into our race, because we all saw the same scars on our face from before . Just in case I forgot that I was finacially poor . But my faith was rich and kept me hoping for more . And I stopped turning down my crown to being blessed to be around . And the chase that went from town to town . Now is a full circle that I can trace back to my legacy that was lost and I found .
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Tagged Art, circle, Faith, History, Houston, Poem, Poet, poetry, space, Story
Were I to leave wouldn’t I take you . Were you to leave wouldn’t you take me ? Were I to believe that I would wait for you and were you to believe that you will wait for me ? Forgive me for if I do leave your sight . I will carry from you my wrongs that you have made right . I hope you’re alright , and I hope you’ll eventually see my light . Away from yours that shines so bright . Wherever I may go, I will have to fight my feelings to stay , and me feeling this way . Today I will get better with what I know . And tomorrow will be greater than before . For I will have more of it to show . Wherever I may go I’ll be sure to take things slow . For I once lost my purpose to what I kept seeing on the surface . And now I’m left with a act that is fit for the circus . How did I attract you to me with no tricks or a potion . Could it had been just the hitching and switching of our emotions . Wherever I may go I will take this devotion .
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Tagged Art, Houston, Inspirational, Light, Love, poetry, Soul
The last was first , the first was last all coming from the future that already passed . The past is required for those that want to skip class and move fast as if you’re cast as a extra in Hollywood films . Looking for a part that put you off in the dark , fulfilling space as a art . A lost star out in matter off the charts and has so much heart but is often filling and feeling tragic parts acting as their own evil counterpart . Life imitates art and art demonstrate life . We all carry twice the battle of how we travel on in this world . Life is too short to settle at less and to expect more when we are done and at rest. So I embrace my stress and express the weight of what been planted in my chest . I wrote and posted poetry to show that I am the best and to love that was too long and too early and it gave me a test . A test of will and skill and a hope of a back room deal . I hope it would eventually become real but it was just the way that I only could feel . To my thoughts and my Falt our fate was already sealed before our hearts ever got healed . The red and the blue pill made our love tragically ill. I then wrote posts and poems on trying to appeal to the masses of people that been hooked on the same pills that got them into a routine or a drill . The only thing we have in common is the way we often heal . The greater city of Houston is where I live . The story of my hopes and different strokes to try to stay real . True to myself and to destiny being fulfilled . Everything is literally s l o w e d d o w n and chilled . Houston is a problem for those that aren’t mindful of how other people feel . Poetry week discontinued but always remembered . Just think about the opposite gender and how sexuality is the defender of what we all remember and how the complexity of the heart will always stay tender . I rest and surrender my art to remember , poetry is the new necessary to our real accessories .
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