Ever wondered why some garner negativity
And some collect positivity?
Because they speak the words into existence
That’s the difference
Sky Mail
I direct a prayer to heavenlisten if you will
and maybe this time
the messenger will make it through
Your Calling
and if you miss the catch then everything will surely fall;a catch is like your calling
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Gather ‘Round The Fire
The fireplace looked hungry
hungry for a flame
in the middle of winter
when snow acts as rain
I invite all my friends, and loved ones too
to sit around the fire and talk about me and you
let’s talk about where you’ve been
and what all you’ve seen
from the things you love to the places where the grass is much more green
and tell me now
of all your smiles in life
how does a grin grow?
To the magic of all this…does anyone know?
The flame in the fireplace starts to dim now
everyone is tired and ready to take rest
I grab to my side the bucket of water
and say goodnight to my friends as I drench the flame out
smoke is all that’s left
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Flipping The Desk Of Life
Our souls have no value
in the name of money
we exchange a piece of ourselves
our purpose, drug around and now muddy
they told you about the riches
and the happiness that they could loan
the sparkle in your smile
did you know it’s a lease to own?
Your cubicle is clean
a picture framed of your kids and wife
liquor in the side drawer
you hope to not go home to a fight
You should be working on the reports
you also should have been an artist
mother said to get a real job
or your chances of success will quickly tarnish
you gave up the pencil and sketch pad
and the one love you needed
an abortion of the soul
your aspirations had been defeated
the promises of a promotion
are just bait to keep you seated
might as well collect the check
even though you’re barely needed
and then it came the day
when this man had suffered enough
he flipped his messy desk
ripped off his tie, looking like tough
no one said a word
as he dashed right through that door
his arms up in the air
“I’ve got a life to go restore!”
his wife said he’d gone mad
and threatened to leave him for bad choices
but he locked himself away
no more negative voices
and with a pencil and a pad of paper
he drew up years of visions
characters of grace and power
as he applauded his decision
a divorce from the predictable known
to dive into the purposeful forest
barren and cold
being new, he felt much like a tourist
he fought and he fought
drawing endless into his days
“I can’t do it, it’s a mistake,
and it’s hard not to be afraid”
he thought he was about to collapse
because the right to dream is real
keep on drawing, keep on fighting
skipping yet another meal
Is he someone? Is he happy?
Did he regret chasing purpose in life?
Kids have new clothes and some new shoes
now go ahead and ask his wife
Next Big Move
Think about your next move, don’t speak it! This way, the enemies won’t know where you’re headed.
Treat Her With Respect
The earth is a living, breathing entity. Rewards us in its beauty and edibles and avenges us in its disasters.
Walls Get Torn Down
I believe we can return to innocence when we recognize that racist ideas are simply learned behavior.
Let’s Not Be Fooled Here
A 50% chance of anything is a fancy way to say ‘I don’t know’.
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Hitching A Ride To Greatness
No one ever gets there by themselves. Work hard, be friendly and recognize your connections.
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