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Keep your ears open, listen to your first mind. 9 times out of 10 you'll be right everytime. There's no purpose in starting a fight about what's wrong or right. Like always, the truth will always find it's way to the light.
And to think how easily I could have become another " darling of the academy." One of those poets anthologized, applauded and admired, for speaking so eloquently of the poor-
How far down does my deepness go? Does it only extend to the end of my clothes? Is it the shoes that I wear? Or the car that I drive? Do I appreciate the gift of simply being alive?
though some few years since Bending Toward Justice storied treatise hot off the pressriveting, nauseating, disquieting wanton venomous unfairness, tremendous
1. Toss aside your signs and pick up your gait2. The line is long for those pleading for gain3. Yet grit can’t be defeated by mere hate
Behind the soft focus and midnight lamps, I stand an individual ripe of expression and newborn neon. A flourescent buzzkill in my own devices. Passion is never an option, only a cursed persistence of never gone yet sometimes frozen feeling.
"Just be yourself." I've heard that line a thousand times Which self? The one that gets me admiration and respect, or the one who swings between lows and elation,
All of our years we work and try to see, The girl or boy we are supposed to be. We go through school being judged and bullied, Just to turn around and judge and bully. We are called to act with love and kindness,
CUT THE RESTRAINTS THAT HAVE HELD YOU BACK SHUT THE DOOR TO ALL THE NEGATIVE SMACK BUILD THE BLOCKS OF CONFIDENCE INSIDE YOU SHILED THE PAST AND PUT OLD THOUGHTS BEHIND YOU
Scared in a world with a variety of people, the rejects, the nerds and quiet people . With the people who belong on stages and are natural leaders , those who belong at the steaple.
Here I sitand wonder why.Why am I here?Is it just to die?Or is there a reasonFor this crazy world?A reason to be hereto spin and to twirl?
Sometimes, enough is enough you tap out before the going actually gets tough nevertheless, no one else is in your position except you battling and fightng to get through
T eaching is the job for me E ducating teens with intensity A ll the while instilling integrity
“Anybody” by Mackenzie Payne Our time on Earth is fleeting, Our life a blink of Her eye. Filled with countless meetings,
Oh Soldier my Soldier Empty and alone Friends back home Far from peace Gambled by dice
Why do people stop being themselves? Why do people become other selves? It is all within the power of the hegemony To change the structure of all who do well.
With the desire to know she is heard,
To protect the innocent and to punish the guilty. Illegalities differ
I killed myself again last night, with the psycho analysis of the friend at my side. And even though it kills to be so dismayed, I delay, I progress, and I delay further days.
If everyday is a journey then we’d best be on our way If a quest is why you’re yearning then perhaps todays the day. The world is our playground and it’s ours for the taking.
Their is deception that dwells in me. A struggle within to exlude my false being. If nothing more, all I ask for is truth. Not much to gain and their is even more to lose.