Believe the attention given when a Dream is birthed through timid nerve’s too surface of Self, bursting into the Bright dawn of Hope… The Hope I see in the Mirror of.., Me…
Month: April 2017
I see Myself in you Son…
I See…
LIMITLESS
I see myself in you, my Sons. I see the expression on the faces of past generations. Through your eyes I can face them and thank them for this torch I carry and will one day hand forward… Thinking of the Men I’m raising, Hoping this World changes for the better… So I threw on a cloak called ‘Salvation’ to brace its cold, charging through its Darkness in search of the beckoning Light… pointing the way, a path for Generations to follow… “Why Dad?” They ask… “Because I see you in Me…”
There is a struggle, as Eternal as Good and Evil, with-in, a struggle too let go… Of ancient hurt’s, disappointments, broken promises made… to yourself… To revisit the old decay of the past, is depression- and today, it’s time too let go…
PINK SLIP
LIMITLESS
Dear Mr. past,
(That old man which clung to the looking glass, being an acting mask)
Truth has come to clash with your dimming point of,
Viewing every situation cloudy…
This is your forced Resignation-
“NOPE”-
No more debate-
I see the door open, my way of escape; I now claim the God given title, ‘MASTER OF MY FATE’…
OH, and you’re fired…
I recommend you discard some weight.
Pay more attention to every precious moment.
To every smile given;
To the laughter heard pouring from loved ones.., while they still can be heard…
If you do this Mr. Past,
If you comeback with the lessons learned..,
Then maybe,
Just maybe your spot can be re-earned…
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