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Floating on a cloud in my own lane. Dirt in my corner pocket, some things never change. Can’t see the bigger picture, for the frame. Growth, being stagnant or death either way nothing remains the same.
No one bothered to wake up, speak, call or text to see me on my way.
I don't blame them, I went my own way, I didn't have much to say.
I didn't expect anyone to be different from the person they were to me yesterday.
The creatures scream and shout,
From the winter boondocks of my mind,
Oh, the things they scream about;
Their gnarly, needy hands,
Desperately attempting to grip my fate and my future,
A comfort zone prevents transition
No alteration being made to an ambition
Locked up in a desolated cell
While months turn into years
You know what I always ask myself, how much different would my life had been if I would've tried drugs, if I would've kept smoking?
I don't know why I was attracted to you
Its not like you were a good person from the start
But after it was all over, you left me blue
After you left you still made my life fall apart
Freedom is tangible as glass stars.
While it shimmers and shakes under the sky,
It burns quickly, flickering out as dusk rises.
Beneath the ashes the small ones scream,
Filing into the streets below,
For my country, my heart swells with pride;
The land where my rights are upheld, and never denied.
But I must confess,
Our country is a constant work in progress.
To me it’s a shrouded mystery,
Drawing
Drawing myself
From the inside out
Sheltered by bone,
Veiled in
Cream colored Flesh,
My hand holds my pencil
I lean on my shovel and survey the field after harvest.
Way back in Spring, I had set out to clear the field of blackberries.
At first I snipped them down, I trimmed the whole field.
One step forward
Two steps back
Is this ever true
One move closer
Two backtracks
Creates new paths for you
One truth found
Two lies learned
Today is the day
The rest of my life begins.
God has blessed me
With the ability to see today.
It is my day to
Right my wrongs.
Where our voice cannot reach
Poetry is the bridgework
We write what we cannot say out loud
And our voices are deafening
No matter what I write
Behind the screen of doubts
A mental prison of night
Obscured by the formidable shouts
I'll be here to talk,
My shoulder your's to cry on.
Along this hard walk.
I'm so proud of you.
Today your wrists don't cry red,
Your daily battle.
You are my hero.
Change, change, change. What would I change about my appearance?What would I change about my life?What would I change about my world?
I have known this space for awhile now
But like some old jeans i grow tired of it
The thing that i thought protected me
Stops me from reaching my potential
The space that i enjoyed
I run for me, and not for you.
It's time to improve myself, and be the person I want to be.
I lift because it makes me stronger, and gives me power.
Every muscle cramp fuels me to go harder.
More performance!
Longer legs and point your feet,
Remember the lower body details!
Watch for the starts and stops,
Stay in step!
Maintain spacing, too many drill issues.
Rifles be confident,
My body aches. I sweat.
My muscles hurt. I sweat.
Exersice causes me to sweat
I sweat out my pains, and my fears
I sweat, to feel.
Teach us to think.
Not on what to think, but on how.
Test us not on the knowledge, but on the application.
Teaching us to memorize facts and numbers
Fitness is more than a way to shed fat and pounds
It is more than being healthy and active
It is more than trying to extend your life and live it healthily
What is fitness to me?
Fitness is a life style
The art of progression
Is something of enlightenment
The fact that you can evolve
And then involve your mind
In a split second
A fragment of your life
Becomes your whole
Time
Waisted
Why must you pull me back?
you evil thing tugging with a lion's brutality on the cords of my ankles.
then I cannot walk or run free.
and leap through those transparent but fierce and threatening walls of this cage.
Bent over sweating,
breathing with intention,
fluid running down your face,
desire pumping through your veins.
only looking forward, but not further than tomorrow,
exhaustion is on its way,
