-awakening-

Waking up to the brightness and warmth of the sun
After long stormy years
Having gained strength and wisdom
Is an awakening anyone will welcome
Knowing that this joy won’t last
But always having the weapon to fight
Walking at your own pace
But remembering to fill the needs around you
Accepting all that is
But changing what might be
New storms will pass
But the memory of the sun
will always help to keep going
knowing that with enough strength
the light will soon shine again

how much

How much can one take
Glass to the brim
Think it’s gna spill
but it’s still there..dripping
Changes all around
You think you got enough scars to last a lifetime
But no. there has to be more
There’s always room for more
How much can one take
And when new wounds aren't formed
the old, half healed ones get ripped open again
How much can one take
No one to comfort. No one to guide.
Road’s never been so deserted
How much can one take
Try to satisfy
by not letting them know
Greater good they call it
But where do I go
Stabbed over and over
Just when you think you’re on the way to freedom, even if it’s a while away
There comes the knife again
Gotta start all over
Does another start even exist?
This is all one can take
Bout to spill over the brim
This glass is gna break

keep me sane

Go with the flow
Doesn’t have meaning any more
Try and try to no avail
No organization to the fiery thoughts that contain seemingly endless energy
No solutions
Grateful but wishing
Sense danger in hope
Lights from every candle extinguished
Even the wick is nonexistent
Disappointment emits from every direction, satisfaction coming to none
This expression not meant to be a classic
Only to get out enough to keep me sane
Maybe then.. Sleep can come again

familiar heaven

there's always this place you tend to go to when you need time on your own, and just need to get away. It's like a personal heaven. always the same with every visit, radiating all the same vibes it always has. But one day..when you really need the familiarity..the bond..it seems to have changed. it still looks the same from afar...but when you get nearer...you realize the color of the water is a bit darker..and the people that always gave you friendly smiles, have a different look on their faces. Nothing's bad or cold. It's just not as familiar a heaven as it always was.

reality road

You’re always on a road. Sometimes you reach your destination very easily, without any directions, and without much time. But sometimes the road is a little longer, and with those long trips, your car is filled with people, to guide, to give company. Slowly, the car empties out, and more of those people find their own stops, and get off there. You then realize that no matter how much people seem like they’re going to stay throughout the whole trip, they stop right when they find their own destinations. Then, you’re the only one left to drive, and at first feel like you’ll never make it without the company, or guidance, but then create your own map, follow your own directions, and you’re left with your thoughts as your only company. Or maybe some music.

Half a Prayer

-- written by a great and extremely talented friend --

Lord please emancipate my mind
from the ties that bind me and make me blind
if the wealth and the rides fill me with pride
then I'll put them aside, put them behind and learn and teach
Lord ordain me the power to extend my reach
to my brothers and my sisters on the fields and streets
to erect shades to shade them from the searing heat
to build shelters and houses and provide them with food to eat
'cause they've got no food to eat, you'd think that was it but they got no place to sleep,
I thought I had problems, their shit is oceans deep,
some of them get depressed and take the leap down a hundred feet off a building
I live in covered spaces they sleep without a ceiling, without the world feeling
its cold hard reality there's no miracle healing,
we better start dealing in feeding these weeping kids before its too late and god-forbid.
they drop down the lid and start doing what their fathers did; killed and stole money and went and hid
someone needs to take the time to sit and bridge, sit and reach, but its like the whole world is too busy to sit and list
like everything is okay and problems don't exist, nobody will resist the good life they just go along with it
until we're hit personally then it's like 'why am I in shit?'
yo, wake up dude all this time all you did was a hit-and-miss
can't say you tried, can't say you did your bit
why are you complaining now, just go along with it?
Lord accept this half-a-prayer, built on half-hope and half-dispair, help me 'cause I'm only half-prepared, if I'm gonna take on the world I gotta start somewhere...

*Faded Stars*

Some of us are stars..some are lookers. The lookers only see the stars when they’re shining..but when a cloudy night comes along, the lookers no longer show their admiration, but only their ignorance. Why look at something when it’s not standing out? But it takes those cloudy nights for us to really appreciate the stars for lighting our nights when they do. We should  remember not only the shining stars…but the faded ones too.