To gain knowledge is to gain power. Learning is essential to growth for without it we would be nothing. However, in the pursuit of this your ideals and beliefs will be challenged and therein lies many complications. Never mind the goal, what you seek from the start adds to your character. A man engages in war to protect what is most precious to him and also for his honor wherever it may be. At first he doesn't begin as an adult. A man is a child bred to know battle but first how he must protect himself. When training commences his arsenal is of his own instincts and devices. Test how natural he defends and counters, how well his offense and precision is, but most of all his courage, will and heart. The fundamentals are at his disposal, thus he must be taught. Through practice new techniques are formed and skills honed.
Put Your Best Foot Forward
Monday, July 6, 2015
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Unbroken Memories (Whiter than Snow) - with Re'nae
Could it be whiter than snow
Or should it become blacker than their soul
Tread with caution
For only time will tell
Enhance by the beauty of lies inhaled
Strength not only has power in numbers
Strength is beauty in knowing your truth
Contemplating on the desire to dream of a better reality,
but instead a nightmare has attached to you insanity
Where could up and down be?
Is your reality concealed or revealed through pain
Calling out their name and whispering their faults
It hurts so
The blemishes will not go
But the scars of their name will forever be embedded within your brain
Even if you claim to have alt and delete their time frame
Is it dark enough for you?
Waking deeper into the crevices of the abyss
Out of sight out of mind
A soul shouldn't bear it
Bear society's outlook on death
Yes, society has broken many dreams
Thus, leaving no dreamers
They all failed and fell like streamers
Why sleep when reality resembles what I dream....nothing
So black is what I fade to
My strength is gone
Deep into my thoughts why is life going so wrong
See a plain white has all colors in stock
Shine a light and there your rainbow
I have become a glass prism reflecting what use to be
Use to be a smiling face but now happiness changed to the destination within a race
It seems that's what defines me nowadays
Could I be black in soul or whiter than snow...
Undecided if I want to even die slow
Thursday, April 9, 2015
Day
Day after day there's the struggle to stay sane. The ongoing emotional roller coaster that is life. So to all I say enjoy your ride. Take the happiness with the pain because those will the moments that occupy your mind. However, it has dawned on me that I reluctantly let this struggle get a foot hold of me. Actually in the beginning it wasn't a threat, more like a means to an end. Imagine a time where agony and sarcasm ruled and because you couldn't comprehend that called for you to be put away. Is slick speech only for the elite or must we fight to fit in? Either way a person would be found out, eventually. No adaption, no survival, no way to truly escape or is there? So while imprisoned in a cell that seems cozy but clearly made for idiots what is there to do? The bed is flat with a pale blue mattress, next to the ever rusting sink just a few feet away from the Porcelain Throne! Your kingdom only complete with a view of the outside. The world is vast and wonderful and your little slice has the greenest grass, the deepest blue sky your eyes have seen...which you can not enjoy. You are not allowed by higher intellect, the baboons that scratch themselves shameless in front of others, to leave. Although, a rule has been set on "freedom" how can you accept it as such. All you truly are is bounded pretty much. The truth shall set free those willing to be manipulated and toyed with. Days past and as you recall the feel of grass on your skin. To let the clouds shield you from the harsh yet warm sun and bask in the whistling wind that caresses your body and sings. You must miss it and this they know. How can the world be tasted once more from a small window. So no pain no gain. Swallow your pride what more is there inside. The only way out is to move further in. Let yourself be slave for men. Thus, not understanding be slave to sin. So you're a tool now for them to use but the perks are warm fitting out-fits and leisure during the day. You may not get all that they say but you carry on. Yet, when night falls and the whistling winds begin to howl, laid up on a mattress with no sheet, can what you gain make you weak?
Friday, March 6, 2015
Inspiration
It seems best to write when you're inspired. For some reason it's fit to do so. When the paint brush reaches the canvas, at first, a tingling sensation runs through the spine. Knowing that the masterpiece has already been set. It is up to you to do the labor. The end result are hues full of eye popping red's, satisfying green's, yellow's, and breathtaking blue's. Abstract it may seem to others, structured to some, either way its art that has been fueled by your desire. Thus, inspiration is our raging fire. A burning flame used to melt, and mold stories from the soul.
The trick is to stay lit otherwise you'll burn out. Honestly, the inevitable happens and it does. What next? How then will you regain that energy, that spark? Everyday will not be a walk in the park so don't let it put you down. We really never skip a beat, the spark that was still burning in deep. It will never leave so long as you don't quit. You are still the artist.You are still in control! Emotions may run high but greatness is your goal. So paint and draw and it will come again. Inspiration always lends a helping hand.
The best works come after a fall. The blue's, yellow's, red's and green's will evolve and become a rainbow of excellency. The tantalizing feel will return through working the drought or block. Sometimes starting a project with no idea of how it will end seems to be the most pleasant surprise. You'll find pleasure in the build up and the fire will grow. The masterpiece is once again revealed.
The trick is to stay lit otherwise you'll burn out. Honestly, the inevitable happens and it does. What next? How then will you regain that energy, that spark? Everyday will not be a walk in the park so don't let it put you down. We really never skip a beat, the spark that was still burning in deep. It will never leave so long as you don't quit. You are still the artist.You are still in control! Emotions may run high but greatness is your goal. So paint and draw and it will come again. Inspiration always lends a helping hand.
The best works come after a fall. The blue's, yellow's, red's and green's will evolve and become a rainbow of excellency. The tantalizing feel will return through working the drought or block. Sometimes starting a project with no idea of how it will end seems to be the most pleasant surprise. You'll find pleasure in the build up and the fire will grow. The masterpiece is once again revealed.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
The word of the Day
Life decisions are important. In this forever changing world what path is there for us to walk? Well by now a plan should have been concocted, but I fail to execute. Stagnant is the word of the day. I guess people become this way as time passes. When nothing has gone there way. Yes, It's an excuse but life pulls punches and we must shake it off. When daily life becomes the struggle I too will cease to flow.
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Hope
I aspire to be someone great, or is that just ego feeding me non-sense. Honestly I believe I can make a difference either it be small or large. Wishful thinking would be; an impact on the world like a ripple effect. Still it must be ego.... It's imperative for growth to broaden our horizons and take in as much experience as we can. Then, go forth and spread what we've gained to better not only ourselves, but each other. I am my brother's keeper so I've been taught. However, when I reached out my hand it was slapped like a mother disciplining her child. Okay lesson learned no help from you, still I rather try and help you. I guess if I stay close you'll change you're mind. Again, wishful thinking that must cease. I aspire to be someone who in truth is memorable even if for a brief moment we met. I can only do so much. We can be so much better together. I'm a dreamer so I dream. I'll be or do something great and hopefully you can too. Then again ego serves an alluring dish.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Numb
Numb my bum is numb
I want to rise but its numb
I wriggle to and fro
Scratching my ankle
But no where to go
My bum is so numb
My rating is a downed thumb
Oh how my bottom has lost all feeling
I need a doctor for healing
I'm in agony because i have no comfort
Yet I can't get up for
A second
A minute
I need relief
My numb bum is so dumb
My legs are shaky but going numb
Just like my aching bum
My bum is so numb
Numb is my bum
So numb so dumb
Numb is my bum
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