When given the Gift of a brand new day… What will you paint upon the Canvas that is Today..?

George Washington Carver’s Favorite Poem.

I see why!

LOVE THIS…

EQUIPMENT

Figure it out for yourself, my lad,
You’ve all that the greatest of men have had,
Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes
And a brain to use if you would be wise.
With this equipment they all began,
So start for the top and say, “I can.”

Look them over, the wise and great
They take their food from a common plate,
And similar knives and forks they use,
With similar laces they tie their shoes.
The world considers them brave and smart,
But you’ve all they had when they made their start.

You can triumph and come to skill,
You can be great if you only will.
You’re well equipped for what fight you choose,
You have legs and arms and a brain to use,
And the man who has risen great deeds to do
Began his life with no more than you.

You are the handicap you must face,
You are the one who must choose your place,
You must say where you want to go,
How much you will study the truth to know.
God has equipped you for life, but He
Lets you decide what you want to be.

Courage must come from the soul within,
The man must furnish the will to win.
So figure it out for yourself, my lad.
You were born with all that the great have had,
With your equipment they all began,
Get hold of yourself and say: “I can.”

–Edgar A. Guest

RISE, TOO SHINE

ENTER A WOKEN DREAM

LIMITLESS

I!

AM better-

Than the Me in Yesterday.

In the Past I learn…

Learned from each final exam, and then passed on experiences,

Born from Wisdom-

Wisdom,

Understood.

She taught Me to Forgive,
Me…
So the ‘Old Man’ ties I severed.
Never reaping again the bitter harvest of regret-

I!

Was Baptised on this Cross I bare.

Where ‘I’ was barried in the ashes of a Death like slumber.

Forgetting who I was;

Before I traveled deminsional bridges…

Across the Space in Time, riding the Winds of a Dream…

The moment I awoke…

I soaked in the Hot Spring Waters of Life, & took my first breath of refreshment…
Rising from the ashes of the Past,
I set the Sky on Fire!
As I recieve the Call to Climb, Deeper into Soul…
Resurrecting the Love buried with-in….

Cherish them….

TO REMINISCE 

LIMITLESS

To those I remember…,

When We where young, and full of Life and ambition.

Now… 

Mental Visions dim, 

Withering and cold.

I’m desperately trying to hold onto the distant….. 

Memorials-

“Please forgive these hand woven tears I’m shedding on this keyboard holding to these pictures taken in the moment…..”

Trying to keep Memories from dulling.

So I sow these tears to feed them, keeping them fluorescent.

Taken away by Coldplay ‘Everglow’ as these tears sow… 

Pouring into the Soil… 

Where…

These Memories grow….πŸ™πŸΎπŸ˜’

“Everglow….”

On a Sunday Afternoon….

A Moment in Captured Beauty

LIMITLESS

Enjoy the peace…
Simplicity in a breeze.

My Heart takes ease-

Living carefree as a child on a swing,

I sway through Life on the end of a string, balancing across this tightrope…

This balancing act of decisions-

Learning lessons through the Flashcards of Joy and Pain-

“Remember you’ve changed!”

…… The image in the mirror remarks…

“WAKE UP TO FREEDOM”

“Live Life off the Charts…”

The inner battles between force fed beliefs and social opinion’s V.S You… and Who you want to be…Your…Authentic Self…πŸ€”

INNER TURMOIL
LIMITLESS

I, 

Stay relentless climbing outta trenches, pits and mental prisons, 

because I had not courage to face IT…  

Basically I was sick of seeing a Victim in Me, cringing cowardly.., 

“I RIP YOU OUT OF ME” 

I grab at the anchor, linking Spirit to Soul-

Clinching restoration…!

I walk away…

VICTORIOUS.

Whole….,

From this Battle for Soul…

While it’s Today, I will spend my time wisely…

KILLING TIME

LIMITLESS
I wake up to get my taste up, time for time too pay up, and get it in, Fat Joe style, Β 

“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-

Man,

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…

Writing with ‘Let it be’ by James Bay playing in the background- let’s see where this melody will take me…,

THE DAWN OF DAY

LIMITLESS

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,

Β In hands stretched to the sky.Β 

Limitless abounding while on lookers stand astounded

and the foolish are left confounded wondering how I got around-

Them,

The problems that haunted my mind in the midnight.

The inner prison bars broke from their hinges from this amazing light,Β 

“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…,

Being Me….”

Β Β