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The opportunity for greatness seems unattainable
That's due to the believe of obtaining it
If you look, its already inside you
Like the embers of a fire
It sits burning camouflaged by consciousness
Only when unconsciousness reigns does this fire flame
This power is within everyone
The difference is how long has your fire lay dormant
Reignite your power and take control of your situation
Just don't let your fire burn out
Lost Little Boy
I sit in anticipation
Waiting on your return home
Mom tells me you'll be home soon
I won't have to wait long
As the car pulls up I run to the door
Waiting with my arms outstretched
The door opens and you see me
But you just greeted me with a pat on the head
I put my hands down, to my room I rush
Not understanding why the greeting went wrong
Mom explains that you had a long day
That you were just tired from work
But this was our routine
We did it everyday
Why was it different
Why couldn't today be the same
The days went by and it seemed you were never there
Wondering where could you be
Was it something I did or something I said
Because to me you were still my hero
I defended you to mom
Tried to show her where she went wrong
But you still did what you wanted
Leaving the family behind
Whether it was moving from house to house
Or you bouncing from job to job
Nothing was stable around me
All alone was how I felt
I wanted your guidance
Advice when I needed direction
But you just watched TV and I sat in my room
Both of us unfamiliar with the other
This boy grew to be a young man
And his heart began to grow cold
He no longer wanted his father's love
Nor the relationship that was once so strong
Even when you were there, you were invisible to me
Cared less if you there or you weren't
My mind contained hatred
My heart needed to mend
It was hard to heal when I felt abandoned
I didn't want it to change
Nor a bandage for the pain
Anger I wanted to feel
I clung to mom not because of want but necessity
I had no on else to lean on
I taught myself to be nothing like you
Not to make your same mistakes
I comforted mom when she sat and cried
On me she had to rely
I had to grow up before my time
To play your role, not to play mine
Now that I have become a man
I have forgiven you of your sins
I'm taking you as you are
Not as you were
The past is the past
No changing it
No white-out to use this time
Time to move on
But a small piece of me is still that little boy
With his arms outstretched waiting for you to come home
Waiting on your return home
Mom tells me you'll be home soon
I won't have to wait long
As the car pulls up I run to the door
Waiting with my arms outstretched
The door opens and you see me
But you just greeted me with a pat on the head
I put my hands down, to my room I rush
Not understanding why the greeting went wrong
Mom explains that you had a long day
That you were just tired from work
But this was our routine
We did it everyday
Why was it different
Why couldn't today be the same
The days went by and it seemed you were never there
Wondering where could you be
Was it something I did or something I said
Because to me you were still my hero
I defended you to mom
Tried to show her where she went wrong
But you still did what you wanted
Leaving the family behind
Whether it was moving from house to house
Or you bouncing from job to job
Nothing was stable around me
All alone was how I felt
I wanted your guidance
Advice when I needed direction
But you just watched TV and I sat in my room
Both of us unfamiliar with the other
This boy grew to be a young man
And his heart began to grow cold
He no longer wanted his father's love
Nor the relationship that was once so strong
Even when you were there, you were invisible to me
Cared less if you there or you weren't
My mind contained hatred
My heart needed to mend
It was hard to heal when I felt abandoned
I didn't want it to change
Nor a bandage for the pain
Anger I wanted to feel
I clung to mom not because of want but necessity
I had no on else to lean on
I taught myself to be nothing like you
Not to make your same mistakes
I comforted mom when she sat and cried
On me she had to rely
I had to grow up before my time
To play your role, not to play mine
Now that I have become a man
I have forgiven you of your sins
I'm taking you as you are
Not as you were
The past is the past
No changing it
No white-out to use this time
Time to move on
But a small piece of me is still that little boy
With his arms outstretched waiting for you to come home
Why Save Me?
For those who believe
The Lord is our refuge
His kindness he will never refuse
When we want to succeed
So why do we act
As though we appointed ourselves
To undergo the pain of the nails
Though with God we have a pact
Are we worthy of being saved
Through our many transgressions
And presumed dire inflections
Without him we are sure to be enslaved
What if God refused His grace
Wouldn't we display the same reaction
If we received no satisfaction
No savior from the world we face
How could we blame Him
The choice is a personal one
An invitation that is second to none
Without Him our survival is slim
The Lord is our refuge
His kindness he will never refuse
When we want to succeed
So why do we act
As though we appointed ourselves
To undergo the pain of the nails
Though with God we have a pact
Are we worthy of being saved
Through our many transgressions
And presumed dire inflections
Without him we are sure to be enslaved
What if God refused His grace
Wouldn't we display the same reaction
If we received no satisfaction
No savior from the world we face
How could we blame Him
The choice is a personal one
An invitation that is second to none
Without Him our survival is slim
If I Could Be Me
If I could be me
I wouldn't be your doormat for you to walk
If I could be me
I wouldn't hold my tongue to let you talk
If I could be me
I wouldn't try to put others first
If I could be me
I wouldn't always believe the worst
If I could be me
I wouldn't carry the world on my shoulders
If I could be me
I wouldn't be the burden holder
If I could be me
I wouldn't believe the negative thoughts in my head
If I could be me
I would kill the victim in me dead
If I could be me
I would fight for what is mine
If I could be me
I would tell others when I'm not fine
If I could be me
If I could be
What I should be
Could be me
Should be me
Should I be
I can be
I can become
I am
I already was
I wouldn't be your doormat for you to walk
If I could be me
I wouldn't hold my tongue to let you talk
If I could be me
I wouldn't try to put others first
If I could be me
I wouldn't always believe the worst
If I could be me
I wouldn't carry the world on my shoulders
If I could be me
I wouldn't be the burden holder
If I could be me
I wouldn't believe the negative thoughts in my head
If I could be me
I would kill the victim in me dead
If I could be me
I would fight for what is mine
If I could be me
I would tell others when I'm not fine
If I could be me
If I could be
What I should be
Could be me
Should be me
Should I be
I can be
I can become
I am
I already was
Faded Picture
In the car, I accelerate fast
With our recent argument racing through my head
Anger with testosterone is a fatal mix
A concoction of pure adrenaline
I reach my place up to my room I rush
Slam the door attempting to calm down
My cellphone rings and I know its you
I answer and we begin to argue
Make up is not what I want to do
Hang up is what I do, no more words for you
Laying back in the bed I try to relax
The events of the night hauntingly play through my head
Who was that? Why were you there?
Questions, I created my own answers to
Time passes and another call comes through
This time its an unfamiliar number
The voice says that there has been an accident
One that involved my girlfriend
An accident that was fatal, her body lost
Communication is what I denied her
Now she is silenced forever
My external anger drove me safely home
Her internal hurt drove her to death
The voice informed me that she was hit by another driver
Which drove her car into a tree
She was not speeding, just an innocent bystander
Sitting on the dash was a picture of us
The only picture that will endure
I rush to the scene but she was not there
Only the car and the moon's glare
A letter on the passenger seat explained the story
The phone calls she did not return
Her being secretively silent
Us spending less time together
Not a sign of infidelity but admiration
A surprise vacation for us
The unfamiliar car
A friend that was helping her plan the trip
The phone calls she did not return
A result of exhaustion from coordinating the activities for the week
Her perceived secretiveness
She wanted to do something special for me
A gift for my dedication to her
My over-reaction caused a chain reaction
Of events that cannot be undone
Now my heart mirrors the condition of her car
Mangled, destroyed, totaled
As I stand in disbelief with my head in my hands
A presence seems to approach me
Whispering ever so gently in my ear
"I loved you till death".......
With our recent argument racing through my head
Anger with testosterone is a fatal mix
A concoction of pure adrenaline
I reach my place up to my room I rush
Slam the door attempting to calm down
My cellphone rings and I know its you
I answer and we begin to argue
Make up is not what I want to do
Hang up is what I do, no more words for you
Laying back in the bed I try to relax
The events of the night hauntingly play through my head
Who was that? Why were you there?
Questions, I created my own answers to
Time passes and another call comes through
This time its an unfamiliar number
The voice says that there has been an accident
One that involved my girlfriend
An accident that was fatal, her body lost
Communication is what I denied her
Now she is silenced forever
My external anger drove me safely home
Her internal hurt drove her to death
The voice informed me that she was hit by another driver
Which drove her car into a tree
She was not speeding, just an innocent bystander
Sitting on the dash was a picture of us
The only picture that will endure
I rush to the scene but she was not there
Only the car and the moon's glare
A letter on the passenger seat explained the story
The phone calls she did not return
Her being secretively silent
Us spending less time together
Not a sign of infidelity but admiration
A surprise vacation for us
The unfamiliar car
A friend that was helping her plan the trip
The phone calls she did not return
A result of exhaustion from coordinating the activities for the week
Her perceived secretiveness
She wanted to do something special for me
A gift for my dedication to her
My over-reaction caused a chain reaction
Of events that cannot be undone
Now my heart mirrors the condition of her car
Mangled, destroyed, totaled
As I stand in disbelief with my head in my hands
A presence seems to approach me
Whispering ever so gently in my ear
"I loved you till death".......
Not Your Doormat
I am low to the ground
A place in which people walk on
I have no voice or response
Consistently inconsistent
I am defenseless
I still lay low
No longer completely silent
Occasionally I respond to people's steps
Building my power
Growing stronger
I then think to myself
Why do I continue to lay down for people
Not retaliating to their disrespect
I then make a choice
A choice to get up and stand
People stand looking puzzled
The doormat they knew has disappeared
Replaced by a sign
I can no longer be your doormat
Signed confidence
A place in which people walk on
I have no voice or response
Consistently inconsistent
I am defenseless
I still lay low
No longer completely silent
Occasionally I respond to people's steps
Building my power
Growing stronger
I then think to myself
Why do I continue to lay down for people
Not retaliating to their disrespect
I then make a choice
A choice to get up and stand
People stand looking puzzled
The doormat they knew has disappeared
Replaced by a sign
I can no longer be your doormat
Signed confidence
The Call
My phone rings and I answer the call
Its my dad telling me that something is wrong
He's not feeling well and is nervous about his condition
Wanting to tell me first of his recent afflictions
It catches me off guard, something new to my ears
My mind thinks, what a way to end the week
As I ask all the normal questions to appear that I'm collected
I'm not and my mind begins to have visions
What if this turns serious or I lose my dad
Although our relationship has been bad, he's the only dad I've had
We have so far to go, not ready to potentially let him go
It made me think, did staying mad all those years benefit me
Did I lose time, time I wish I could regain
Even though this call was not urgent, it made me think
Will the next call be the call I don't want to believe
Its my dad telling me that something is wrong
He's not feeling well and is nervous about his condition
Wanting to tell me first of his recent afflictions
It catches me off guard, something new to my ears
My mind thinks, what a way to end the week
As I ask all the normal questions to appear that I'm collected
I'm not and my mind begins to have visions
What if this turns serious or I lose my dad
Although our relationship has been bad, he's the only dad I've had
We have so far to go, not ready to potentially let him go
It made me think, did staying mad all those years benefit me
Did I lose time, time I wish I could regain
Even though this call was not urgent, it made me think
Will the next call be the call I don't want to believe
What is it?
I have love
But don't know what to do with it
Loving love just chases me away
From it
What is it
Been chasing it for awhile
How do I know if I have it
I'm in love
Sometimes I'm unsure
At times I'm high on love
Higher than the clouds
More like galactic
When love turns south
Its hell
A forever burning purgatory
Not of love but anger
I'm torn between the two extremes
A bipolar love
Trying to find balance
But don't know what to do with it
Loving love just chases me away
From it
What is it
Been chasing it for awhile
How do I know if I have it
I'm in love
Sometimes I'm unsure
At times I'm high on love
Higher than the clouds
More like galactic
When love turns south
Its hell
A forever burning purgatory
Not of love but anger
I'm torn between the two extremes
A bipolar love
Trying to find balance
Silenced
Inaudible noise
Quiet like a TV on mute
Watching while understanding nothing
Except this is not on screen
This is real life
These are my parents
I sit idly by
As they ignore the images I see
Nothing I say will end this scene
Muted by miscommunication
Powerless
Invisible yet present
Fading into the background
I wait
Until someone changes the images I see
Quiet like a TV on mute
Watching while understanding nothing
Except this is not on screen
This is real life
These are my parents
I sit idly by
As they ignore the images I see
Nothing I say will end this scene
Muted by miscommunication
Powerless
Invisible yet present
Fading into the background
I wait
Until someone changes the images I see
Serenity
Laying on nature's bed
Listening to Earth's soundtrack
Time loses its grasp
Carried by the soothing breeze
Contentment
Not concerned about the outside world
Sight in color, not by form
Admiring this great tapestry
My personal display
The sun comforts my face
Like a mother's touch
Soft like a freshly washed blanket
The clouds accent the sky
Mirroring an artist's brush stroke
Painted just for me
This is my snapshot of peace
However this is not a place I see
My mind's own creation
A place I can go to escape the world
If only momentarily
Listening to Earth's soundtrack
Time loses its grasp
Carried by the soothing breeze
Contentment
Not concerned about the outside world
Sight in color, not by form
Admiring this great tapestry
My personal display
The sun comforts my face
Like a mother's touch
Soft like a freshly washed blanket
The clouds accent the sky
Mirroring an artist's brush stroke
Painted just for me
This is my snapshot of peace
However this is not a place I see
My mind's own creation
A place I can go to escape the world
If only momentarily
Chains
Shackled by inventions of suppression
Bound with intentions of oppression
With my head cradled in my hands
Desperation with no plans
These shackles differ to me
Having no escape no key
Appearing to have no relinquish
Trapped forever it seems
Eradication of all my dreams
The space I'm in has no walls
Nothing but endless space, no one to hear my calls
I desire to break free
With nothing to motivate me I'm content to be
I remain puzzled
My mind appears to be muzzled
How did I get here?
Will I ever escape is my fear
Then I think to myself
Muster any strength I have left
Fear cannot be escaped it must be overcome
The shackles fall, free is what I become
Bound with intentions of oppression
With my head cradled in my hands
Desperation with no plans
These shackles differ to me
Having no escape no key
Appearing to have no relinquish
Trapped forever it seems
Eradication of all my dreams
The space I'm in has no walls
Nothing but endless space, no one to hear my calls
I desire to break free
With nothing to motivate me I'm content to be
I remain puzzled
My mind appears to be muzzled
How did I get here?
Will I ever escape is my fear
Then I think to myself
Muster any strength I have left
Fear cannot be escaped it must be overcome
The shackles fall, free is what I become
Let Me Love You
Hold my hand
Trust that I won't lead you astray
I know you have been hurt before
I say I'm different
You think to yourself that's so cliche'
Disappointment is a familiar friend
One you know too well
Thinking heartache will return
This relationship will end
Please don't fight my love
Though its easy to do
You rush to end our love
Hurt me before I hurt you
I understand your position
Been there before
Which ironically makes me love you more
Let me unpack your baggage
Take the weight off your shoulders
Build you up
Help you become a better woman
You say its too good to be true
I say I'm good because of you
No games or tricks up my sleeves
I speak the truth no need for deceit
I want to console your fears
Heal the wounds of the past
Bring a smile back to your face
I don't ask for much
Just your love
Hopefully you understand
I say to you
Let your wall down
Open your heart
Let me love you
You is all I want
Trust that I won't lead you astray
I know you have been hurt before
I say I'm different
You think to yourself that's so cliche'
Disappointment is a familiar friend
One you know too well
Thinking heartache will return
This relationship will end
Please don't fight my love
Though its easy to do
You rush to end our love
Hurt me before I hurt you
I understand your position
Been there before
Which ironically makes me love you more
Let me unpack your baggage
Take the weight off your shoulders
Build you up
Help you become a better woman
You say its too good to be true
I say I'm good because of you
No games or tricks up my sleeves
I speak the truth no need for deceit
I want to console your fears
Heal the wounds of the past
Bring a smile back to your face
I don't ask for much
Just your love
Hopefully you understand
I say to you
Let your wall down
Open your heart
Let me love you
You is all I want
Clothed-Minded
A persona
Characteristically descriptive
From just a glance
Tailor made or just randomly arranged
Appearance is everything now-a-days
Too informal to be approachable
Too casual to be taken seriously
Clothes become traps
Shackles of identity
Promoting an image that could be contradictory
With who you really are
Be careful what you wear
Letting clothes define you makes no sense
Because clothes make cents for someone else
Characteristically descriptive
From just a glance
Tailor made or just randomly arranged
Appearance is everything now-a-days
Too informal to be approachable
Too casual to be taken seriously
Clothes become traps
Shackles of identity
Promoting an image that could be contradictory
With who you really are
Be careful what you wear
Letting clothes define you makes no sense
Because clothes make cents for someone else
To My Unborn Son
I love you even though you are not here
Although we have never met
I am preparing for your arrival
The world as I knew it will be foreign to you
A world with many dangers and influences
For this I am concerned
Wanting to instill in you knowledge and wisdom
Giving you direction through life's eternal darkness
I know that I cannot shield you from harm
Nor ensure that you will not be wronged
I do know that no matter what
I will be your father
I promise to be your role model, hero, protector, provider and supporter
Correcting you when necessary
Sharing with you advice
Showing you the way
Like a compass
I will not steer you wrong
Keeping you on the correct path
Now I sit
Patiently waiting on your arrival
For the day I can say
"That's my boy"
Although we have never met
I am preparing for your arrival
The world as I knew it will be foreign to you
A world with many dangers and influences
For this I am concerned
Wanting to instill in you knowledge and wisdom
Giving you direction through life's eternal darkness
I know that I cannot shield you from harm
Nor ensure that you will not be wronged
I do know that no matter what
I will be your father
I promise to be your role model, hero, protector, provider and supporter
Correcting you when necessary
Sharing with you advice
Showing you the way
Like a compass
I will not steer you wrong
Keeping you on the correct path
Now I sit
Patiently waiting on your arrival
For the day I can say
"That's my boy"
Lost Ones
The worn path
The bridge to no where
Millions of nameless, aimless children walk
With no end in sight
In a daze
Caused by relentless subjection
To the sun's rays
Walking dead
Comparable to the terminally ill
In need of a transfusion of something
With substance
Ears have become deaf to instruction or guidance
Altered by years of consistent, unproductive noise
Some may call to them
Attempting to save them from the path
However they continue walking
This is the only direction they have ever had
Like a scene from a post-apocalyptic movie
They walk with tattered clothing, disheveled appearance
Every step causes pain
Their faces wince and contort
Knowing they are inching farther from rescue
Why is this their fate?
Ask their parents
Or shall I say life donors
Parents who are walking themselves
On a path without their children
Confined by the constraints of jail
Consumed by the lure of a crack houses
Content with choosing more important things
Than their own seeds
Many have disposed of their children like trash
With no concern about being parents
Some have left hand prints across innocent faces
Others have left fingerprints in areas that are hidden
Beaten, broken, violated, forgotten
These are the unwanted
So do not judge as they walk by
You do not know their story
They walk not because they choose
It is due to necessity
Walking because the past is too hard to face
The bridge to no where
Millions of nameless, aimless children walk
With no end in sight
In a daze
Caused by relentless subjection
To the sun's rays
Walking dead
Comparable to the terminally ill
In need of a transfusion of something
With substance
Ears have become deaf to instruction or guidance
Altered by years of consistent, unproductive noise
Some may call to them
Attempting to save them from the path
However they continue walking
This is the only direction they have ever had
Like a scene from a post-apocalyptic movie
They walk with tattered clothing, disheveled appearance
Every step causes pain
Their faces wince and contort
Knowing they are inching farther from rescue
Why is this their fate?
Ask their parents
Or shall I say life donors
Parents who are walking themselves
On a path without their children
Confined by the constraints of jail
Consumed by the lure of a crack houses
Content with choosing more important things
Than their own seeds
Many have disposed of their children like trash
With no concern about being parents
Some have left hand prints across innocent faces
Others have left fingerprints in areas that are hidden
Beaten, broken, violated, forgotten
These are the unwanted
So do not judge as they walk by
You do not know their story
They walk not because they choose
It is due to necessity
Walking because the past is too hard to face
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