I wake up to get my taste up, time for time too pay up, and get it in, Fat Joe style,
“I’m all the way up!”
Putting demands on today, Commanding the morning, spiritual word play.
Staying on target, laser guided path painted and marked, no misfires, like the morning Sun my heart stays ignited.
Focused on my mission-
infiltrated the Fortress of Doubt, clasped its pillar’s, and ran out waving a high hand gripping the courage of a Dreamer-
Assassinating guilt and regret dissolving the old nature re-birthed into a Dream creator, while time passes by in a cloud of vapors.
Watching my ship come in, The only reason I’m at the Dock of the bay watching my mistakes roll away.
I guess I’m just killing time today…
Cruising on cloud 9 like a smart missile;
Leaving the school of hard knocks with an early dismissal.
Dreams burn in my heart like a freshly fired pistol, leaving shots fired creating wholes in the mental, picture, held in my past;
Picked up extra credit so I learned fast, and built new hopes in the aftermath.
Doubt left decimated, purpose no longer isolated, taken off the back burner-
When it comes to Hope I’ma fast learner.
Adding action to wishes the ingredients of a Dream. Let’em soak in my thoughts, like a lobster in a pot, until they scream-
A Fathers Silent Tear Drop
With Ms Hill in the background with Passion I write with a frown when I look down seeing
my young seeds grow in a World I hardly recognize anymore. A World without loved ones
and friends held in thought and memory clinging to the lessons they gave me, their love
saved me from thoughts wrapped in stone trying to drown me in a river flowing violent,
running with violence in tow trying to drag its victims low, but I sowed good seed with
deep roots so no matter how the current rages I keep these seeds and their hopes anchored
to pages where my spirit dwells in-between lines bordering hidden tears… “God Bless the
Fathers that fight with me to up lift this next generation past tragedy, and wipe away
these tears no Man can see…, as they depart from me… “
STILL IN MOURNING
Heart heavy as memories tell me of stories written a time ago when life was a lil slow and
we didn’t carry the World in tow oh how I remember the smiles and laughter then comes
the morning after a blissful Dream scenes flipping like pages seen in books housing
pictures of moments captured…
Moments, God only knows, how I want them back….
THE DAWN OF DAY
A warm sunrise energies from a razor edged horizon,
It pierces the darkness in a magnificent display screaming,”TODAY, is the Day!”
The Day of all things possible, I’m positively thinking of the greatness before me,
In hands stretched to the sky.
Limitless abounding while on lookers stand astounded
and the foolish are left confounded wondering how I got around-
The problems that haunted my mind in the midnight.
The inner prison bars broke from their hinges from this amazing light,
“THIS IS A NEW DAY.”
These thoughts wrapped in a soft Morning breeze,
Whisper my very Dream…,
“Let it be the Day I make history…,
LIGHT IN THE DISTANCE
I WAS LOST,
In the dark feeling buried alive
Under the pressure of seeing my true I.D…,
The darkness in me trying to over cast a shadow over the Man whom I hope to be…
I WAS lost….
But, Threw the sweetness of Hope filled words sent to me,
I AM FREE…