Poet Introduction What a great way to show how creative you can be. Me being a poet is like being in a different world an escape. It's healthy really one of my many outlets. †I look forward to expressing more how I feel through my work. To relate & share also.
Canít cure the feeling. Have to go. But today the clouds are extra dark. Minutes passed by and people fought for chaos. Lives lost and some not retrieved. Years pass by as they want to be heard from beyond the ash.
Is true love the fact that she can see me through all the evils? Still stay. Nowhere to leave to. Loyal to our last days. Focused on the destruction of a corrupt city. His own anarchy. Hidden were those feelings that others call love. She exposed those talents buried deep within me. Iíve been trying to find a way to express this for many years. Too comfortable being alone. Those talents would often die. She revived the real inside. My own way was too outdated. She froze time for a time. Itís like living with a whole new...
Locations of therapy can be found in the most unknown places. We canít pretend that just because people are without a degree they canít speak to us. That spoke to me. I admit that the judgements are right. Now I have space to improve. If I donít care about opinions how can I lose? Nice only because I have to sometimes. Prefer to observe. Walls of protection are built daily. In case the wrong person gets through again. Rarely there comes a chance to build a strong connection through honest words. If you have that opportunity take it.
Air becomes so fresh as you speak. I pay attention but your words shatter within me. I take your word serious. So smooth the feeling checks in good. Always. Every time. People wonder why the vibes strike so strong. Awaiting a label they persist with interrogations. Is it possible to ignore the moments that you feel? Good.
Woke up to the spray of guns in the streets. Angry over false accusations peoples actions were unjustified. Buildings built for a dream. Woke up to a real life nightmare. Stir crazy in the mist of the unclaimed violence people cried because things were not fair. Sweats in their sleep . Eyes peeled to make sure they survive the night. Flames lit upon the town.
Goodbye. Iíll definitely be meeting you again. Trouble could be in your name. From what I know and how youíve acted itís not usually for me. But somehow can we meet again? Through mutual friends we could be properly introduced. True. What is true is how I end up where you are. Tell me what you hear from my voice. Leaving. You stopped to make sure it was me. Didnít you? I saw you stop. Frozen to vent or get somewhere. Not really into those dramas so I ignore that and just focus on your beauty.
In this mystical arena there will be no mask just truths .Ē (- The Quest) Test beyond all test the face of fear is here. This could be your end. How long can you hold the expectations of victory? Pure this is the purest. For a few moments you are not yourself. How hard you trained will mark the success of your expression. This is how we feed the animal. Or allow our demons to swim. This is release. This is why Iím forever married to the arena.
Thought about this. Writing makes more since to explain. Lived in a small town it seemed there would be nobody else. Comfortable itís all we knew. Anyone who would come in to threaten this Iíd save us from it. Isolated there seemed to be no other way with us. Bored of the safety sometimes she strayed away to find danger. That danger is not in me. Youíd come back from time to time but never remaining the same. A piece of you was taken each time you disappeared. I never thought Iíd move on. She remains †engraved in my mind. Memories...
Couldnít hardly sleep. Anticipating the warm orange skies Florida has. Left for you in the dark of night. Only to appear in front of you just steps off the plane. Palm trees blind my views. No such regrets are going to exist. Luggage burns and make our arms tired. This is the type of pain I live and work for. Standing eternity has passed me. Never will I forget such a time. Music soaks in the moments in this new place. Iíll be there again.
Pushed off the edge in a way that involves no falling. Sitting or standing focused on releasing all trained. Discipline holds on tight to the rage. Patience remains a thin line. A line forever raging as long as the heart beats. Like the string of a candle it burns only to melt inside. Pressured to fame this is far beyond fame. Those long ago died at our living cost. We move disrespectfully playing. Morals become toys. Grounds we walk were once the heat of battle. For the freedom we now have. As our feet walk and run invisible smoke...
Woke up with such an undeserving anger towards those whoíve wronged me again. Discipline has forced me to feel all the mistakes they make. Effortless Iím no good punisher. Karma comes to the one whoever wronged you. What they do to you they will do to whoever is close to them in time. Theyíll burn everyone eventually. I wait only to see action now. Justice reacts a bit slower. To pray upon the worse you only hurt yourself. Sit back and force focus.
Questions arise that you wonít like the answers. The truth of how some of us are. Born from trials some wouldnít think to dream. Storms set inside waiting to erupt. The lion has to hunt to survive and feed his skillful desire. Contained the lion only reacts to violent chaos. Not your ordinary cat .