T . I . M . E

Time a schedule with rotation at a rate

When added pressure rises weight

How can time not be late ?

Twelve times they change our fate

Two different hands go on a date

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PROGRESSING THE BEHIND

PROGRESSING THE BEHIND

Addicted to the spent time, along with the 3 words that make our hearts be mine, making us unaware of the true happiness that we could find, only if we would make our decisions based not on our emotions but, thoughts within the mind, but feelings inside the heart imprisons all the precious given in time, even after all the sour events begin by squeezing life so tightly that it begins by draining slowly like lime, Our human nature willingly downplays the awful nature of every abusing partners crime, Then we run to our loved ones with much carried embarassment wanting their napkins to soak up our whines, The rain consumes our relationships prior sunshine again they instruct us on responding to the make-up with decline, like broken record we promise “for real” our famous line, always the plan never succeeding the action to resign, this famous question constantly awaiting in confine, the answer being not simple, due to a complication with love during combine, it’s a default in our nature to act on feelings its designed, after the selection usually it’s then we contemplate as we rewind, bringing all the obvious to illuminate after the emotional saturation created blind, outsiders immediately attach the situation to weakness they assign, forgetting we’re only human and perfection for us all is not in climb, experience after tiring trials changes some of us that defaulted before to refine, no more will the “if” “and” or “buts”, get tangled in a confused process resulting bind, though it’s not often enough that we leave this problem in our past behind, as life continues this subject unfortunately for all will never transform to benign. 

GAY PROPHECY

To shame another for being true to their self and happiness they felt?

frowning upon them Because they choose not to follow the same path as you do somehow makes them less of a being yet your human too

If judgment should only be casted by the one who determines my fate, why does my journey and punishment affect you so great ?

When I arrive at my destiny it will not be you who opens those gates nor will you be the one who turns me away

You claim to want to help me out of love and show me the right way because to you my decisions and actions will haunt me always

Yet you have sinned but not great as mines and you’ve asked for forgiveness and that changed your life you feel you do no wrong because you’ve made some rights

Everything in your life is perfect compared to mines You feel you’ve been to the other side because you quote a book that says this is right

So many questions I have to ask and so many answers yet to hear so many mixed feelings and people in my ear

Telling me where to go what to do and what In to believe can I not make my own decision to choose In how to be??

Even if I agree and feel it in my soul what’s real to me my selection may be to choose to do what makes me happy I may already know what path that it will lead but may be willing to take the chance because My end is up to me

I came in this world alone and again like that I’ll leave just like you I will face my demons when thatb time comes for me

To love me is to be proud and thankful that I live and breathe and to enjoy getting to know one hundred percent of me

Until the day comes for us to part ways when my shell my soul shall leave I applaud you for following what you believe

because that brings you joy why can’t I get that in return instead of a stone thrown at me The purpose of having freedom is for me to be allowed to be me

without the hassle of feeling wrong for living my life as I intend it to be

Unconditional love should never feel discomfort it should only feel free

to blossom and never to be covered Regardless if we don’t see eye to eye and agree

to disagree our back should never turn against one another because we all are different beings….

MY GAY AMEN…

I AM A PROUD MEMBER OF THE LGBT COMMUNITY

THANKS FOR READING AND ALWAYS STAY TRUE TO YOURSELF!!

RED WHITE & BLUE

 RED WHITE & BLUE

Opinion wakes the Judge, once the car rewinds the grudge, 

Visual of the colors, Represent the lost of others

Red white and blue lights, horses, cars, and motor bikes

Protectors that prevent remorse amongst violators of enforce

Law enforcement protect us with honor while wearing uniforms in black

Can turn around and place the same color of human being onto their back

Sounds of sirens means someone in uniform cares 

In the rearview mirror of a selected few it scares

Small children with dreams of saving lives one day 

Small children with broken hearts watching their hero slay

All those who swore to serve and protect

A selected few will swerve and neglect

Not all hearts equal with matching badge

But all are human no more toes with tags!

MADRE’S CORD

MADRE’S

CORD

They cut the cord when you gave me life

I saw you my angel upon opening my eyes

Not knowing your beauty would ignite my sight

You guided me out of darkness into light

Inside your arms I felt no fright

The sound of your heartbeat calmed me at night

Always taught me wrong from right

My Santa, hero, tooth fairy and rescuer of my cries

You Never gave up when loose ends were tight

My existence motivated your continuance to fight

There are no words to reimburse your price

Of all the things you so humbly sacrificed

Till this day you put yourself behind

Selfless you give me first place in line

You are what I call one of a kind

Nobody like you I’ll never find

Yes we may argue fuss and fight

But I thank God for every minute of our time

And the fact that he he chose you to be mines

The daughter of a mother who is always by my side

She helps me to reach goals above my height

always there to catch me when falling mid flight

My love for you reaches the sky

Feelings I struggle to display I write

My actions opposite of the emotions I hide

Just know my love for you is no lie

Mom I love you with all my might

Every cell, breath, and bone connects to your bloodline

Your perception is that I leave you behind

But reality is you stay on my mind

I battle with myself when your in need and I can’t provide

Obstacles turn my attempts into I tried

Frustrated I can’t give you what you desire

And until I can I’ll never retire

Just hold my hand through this fire

Blessings will rain in the near hour

Have faith in the many showers

Thank you for turning my strength into power

And watering faith upon my weakest flowers

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL!!

UNAVOIDABLY SELECTED

 UNAVOIDABLY SELECTED

    Unexpected the best ones are selected to join a better place from life ejected even prepared with a date it feels unsuspected leaving those close feelings purposely neglected why do those without ill feel so infected so much pain involved like tortures being subjected minds race with thoughts permanently affected nerves shake on edge the outcome cant be objected second chances in life impossible never elected every possible emotion constantly resurrected actions prior to death mentally reinspected memories of the past are heavily invested tears upon faces heavily infested reality is concluded the thought arrested acceptance of absence and peace respected the final goodbye watching them lower six feet digested visitation to a stone no longer physically connected for eternity from this process no ones protected.  

DRINKING DANGER

DRINKING DANGER

Danger is like a flavor soaring through the air, right after you taste it you stop and stare, as you chew it soon you feel beware, right after you try to spit it out attempting to be spared, right after it gets stronger you become scared, then you smell that taste and your looking everywhere, you start moving to find something to overpower it quickly as you can, not knowing how long this awful thing will last wiping away with hand, the drink like 9-11 you need it now, until then it just lingers on resume, taunting you as you attempt to not let it consume , All the while time seems like it’s standing still, it’s not going away it’s so pronounced and very real, all your senses are awake now climbing hill, waiting for that water to wash away the whole ordeal, never again like that you ever want to feel.

JENgA

The truth lies down until creative stories end,

Even denial meets the rushing river at it’s bend, 

Help can only occur in the form of AMEN,

Wants can’t redeem without faith as best friend, 

To offer the shoulder of inspiration from motivational hand, 

Life without deletion always being a never in his plan, 

Tall is the reach giving opportunity a stand,

Crawling forever in fear only gives more power to the sinking sand,

Since playing solo provides more room for the instrument to band, 

This short walk requires alone for dreams to have successful attend,

Goals don’t drive automatically they require our manual shift up from pretend, 

Orally wishing up a fantasy without verbal action substitutes all begin, 

Excuses are only meant for having conversations with the blowing wind, 

Falling down five steps should only bring out the urge to climb ten,

Mirrors only wave to the current so present new outlooks from formerly then,

Wants are childish fairytales dream chasers acquire needs for grown women and men, 

Hard work and play is not the recipe for making pleasure the win,

Structure maintaining balance within,

Removing the right piece will forever protect straight paths from gaining curve as a trend,

Receiving limited chances before Jenga brings end.