Fundamentals

    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.
   

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

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?

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 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.

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.

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

Hurrah!

Hurrah for the new day!
Holler for the chance to take it in
When night falls
I wonder who shall be in
When the sky becomes dark
Who shall be in when the clouds are not out
Who shall be in when no ones about
Ghost town ghost town
So silent and hollow
When the sun rises who shall be here tomorrow
The wind creeps into these homes
Why wasn't the window closed
The home to the left
With the big tire swing that hangs from the rickety tree
Night is upon us and there's the target
So ghost town ghost town
Show me more
Will there be death near my door
Will my neighbors see daylight
Will I be among them
Tell me wind that howls like a coyote
Will the market be ready to sell
Will the farmer's cattle do well
On through out this night
Or shall we be consumed by this invisible fright
But what a joy the morning brings
When the natural blue has been restored in this dark indigo sky that looms over my head
Shall we become enemies to gather the pitch fork, the knives, the guns
Would it be this that shall leave us undone
Oh ghost town!
Let life be breathed into you
For we are afraid of our own shadows
We are all confused 
Let the majestic sun rise
Illuminate this gloomy sky
Rid the moon that guides the ocean tides
That reaches full only to leave us high and dry
Couples week down then it's all gone
Slowly showing us how wrong
Feeding us false hope
Not like you sun
That has been here for ages
You feed our crop with your illustrious rays
Warm us when we're frigid
Please return our color king
Hurrah for the new day.....
That is for anyone left to see it and flee

Simpleton

   I honestly never work on perfection. I'd rather be plain than flaming like a bag of dung on the street. It isn't that my voice can not carry with the weight of authority. This guy would rather be slow to speak. Yes, naive of me to lay low in world where they walk among the heads of the loyal. Eh, I think simpleton fits. I've been guilty of living up to society's ideals, beliefs, and trends. However, I will not let it define who I am.
      No matter what race you are or what place you were raised; eventually we submit to that culture's will. So dare to be different, dare to be unique! Be who you want to be. Nowadays, I see special people here, and colorful one there, who then is special when all are "different"? See simpleton fits. It's like a coat wrapped snug around a soul with doubt, fear, anxiety, no patience, dreams, happiness, and thoughts that seem all consuming.
     Imperfectly perfect, ah...now that's a term that I respect. Perfect in full essence of the word is imperfections and flaws. To embrace them is your choice and mine. So shall you choose to be Perfect, "different", or will you be simple? I mean we all need variety.

My Truth

          So this is where we start off. Here in a room I lie in wait. I wait on inspiration. I wait for the nerves to rest so that I may relax. This laptop may be fickle, but it's my tool to escape. Beyond the paper and pen. Yes, I will  use this to win! Rather late than never as they say. My mind wonders and drifts away. Put your best foot forward, publish, html..., and other buttons like it are all that I see. My eyes lay glued to this plain screen. Honestly, what is that I want this to be. Many say let it reflect you, or bend to the consumer's appeal. Treading through minute keys on this oh so ebony board will failure grip me or will adrenaline compel me. Consistency is what can make or break me. The natural desire write remains within. I maybe waiting on "inspiration", however I think inspiration aspires to my truth...