जौर्नल 3

How's your karma? If you had one do-over, one day to live over, what would it be? How would it change the outcome today?
My karma depends on my week and dedication to my faith. For my God does not act favorably upon me when my actions do not favorably represent he who lives through the actions of the community. Generally if I do something wrong, its generally my guilt that effects me the most and guides me back to the strait and narrow. My karma is usually also following Murphy’s Law, if anything it can go wrong, it probably will.
If I could change one thing about my life, that would be desire to grow up so fast. As the oldest brother, responsibility and maturity were constantly expected from me, yet its not something that I necessarily desired. I wish I could undo scarring mental images that high school brings, as we begin to see drinking at rampant levels and the children we grow up with, turn to drugs to escape. Those are images I never wanted to see, yet became a part of my friend group and their lives.

जौर्नल #2

Citing several examples from the latter part of the chapter, defend Rama's and Vali's argument, using your own moral reasoning, then in another paragraph, compare the situation to modern international politics and conflicts.- Vali asks to find what his crimes were and basically why was he basically struck in the back before Rama attempted to negotiate in peaceful terms. Vali desired to be Rama’s friend, yet Rama attacked him without attempting any sort of politics. The story than basically suggests that a fist is stronger than words, but it should be the other way around.

In modern times, an example would be the do not negotiate with terrorists rule that the United States uses in diplomacy with international terrorists. What the novel suggests is to work with your enemies to find your objective. The classic saying ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’ logic could have been applied to this lifestyle because enlisting Vali would have had more benefits than the death and killing of Vali.

Epilogue

So everyone’s wasted, So we slip away
Who knew that would be the last time
I ever got to see your face
To feel your touch, to taste your breath
Wanting memories, but that’s all that’s left
So I pray, I pray that you are safe
While the rest of us are left behind
There are no longer children,
Just the ashes, burns and the pain
Mirrored in the passing of your life

Journal: Cite at least two examples (with pg. numbers) in the first two chapters of Ramayana where you see evidence of the divine being IMMANENT, and discuss how they fit this criteria. Make also, at least three instances of appearances being ILLUSORY and what these might mean.;
Read "Two Promises Revived"
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On page 28, divine power becomes immanent when they begin to speak of the power of the bow that hasn’t been pulled or strung since the God who made it, used it, “…even if he lifts and strings it.”
Another instance where there is immanence of divine beings is when Rama defeats the opposing forces of evil on page 8, thus doing something no normal mortal could possible accomplish.
Where do appearances become illusory? Firstly, appearances become illusory when Rama see’s his future bride and she is taken over by lust for a man(pg 28). Secondly, when Rama fearlessly breaks a great bow of strength that a mortal couldn’t break and that was never expected to be broken, or strung(pg 28). Thirdly, the power of the God’s to deliver people from famine and drought, seems semi illusory because of the great expanse of land that seems to be effected, yet many of the people still appear to prosper.

Answer of Faith

Just a vessel of Your glory
A steward given glimpses of a populace
To address and travel on a journey
While searching for Your Salvation

Or truth, enlightenment
As dual fascination
A challenge to You
Returned with Your loves tingling sensation

For truth put forth is remittance
Behind
So with this prayer
Is my answer of faith
Allowed to question
Your Time?

Above

Beautiful complexion
In need of inspection
Come here now

We don’t believe in forever
But one night is even better
So what is love?
Come here and lets share gifts of the above

Give me a shot,
One night,
And Il be your chaser

But let this night
Be a blur
As long as when you awake
You can face a scarred mirror

murmur

The poets on strike
Emphasis on the lack of capitalization of the poet
For to possess a title you must be the subject of matter
But yet in what circles
Do you hear The Poet?
Rather you hear people whisper of a poet
Maybe when time is gone and stories become myths, myths become legends
Can they whisper of a poet
But in the present future
There will be no title accepted but the one of Austin;
Consequently,
The Poet.

it is the climb

The essence of smoke is to fade
The essence of life as a mountain is to climb
Can you climb and fade at the same time?
Or by fading do you slide rather than climb?

To elevate to tall peeks and be touched with spirit
Or to fade downwards,
Is sliding part of the climb?
Climbing means we will inevitably fall, question whether you will be caught worthy of being saved?
To fade while trying to climb, you end up sliding to earth’s core
Where there is a devil,
And I’ve been to hell and back and made it back fine
As I refuse to fade and surrender to the pain of the climb

Migrate

A bird, A sea, A destiny
A scowl, A flare, hereditary
A drink, Salt, Salt of sea
Anger denounced at an early stage

Why should the bird not fly away,
Migrate to a happier place,
Where the weathers warm
Calypso is a harsh cold

Blackbird!
Or was it BlackBeard?
Sailing a ship, of immortality
Yet mortal as self

Just a temporary gig
Give the bird a swig,
And tell him to be on his way
Never re-open the deck,
For lust patiently waits

In essence the bird flees,
But from what,
He is unwanted in originality’s birthplace
Give the bird a lighter, the girl some mace
Send the bird on its way,
For his call is un-returned
For his wings float
But in mind and bodies wants nothing is met

So do not return the once sought call
Do not send, the once searched message
Do not text the question…
The bird chose to migrate and left the twenty first century behind
There is an answer

In Every Direction(Junip take)

Your the center and you will always be
In every direction
Seeing stars
But you’re the Earth to me

But an alien called,
Took you in a spaceship
I took another
Hit.

I killed the alien
He wasn’t a friend
Because you’re the Earth
But I think your spinning out of control…
In every direction

Like I screwed up,
But that doesn’t make a match
One point
An idea begins to hatch

To return the point
To win it back
I know I can
For I was her man

So return serve
Spilt step and volley
Tell the other guy to shut up
He’s a loser pushing a trolley

Trying to sell you a beer
For that s his only chance
But I return the serve
Better than a drink’s appealing trance

Stronger than the river

I will be stronger then the river
That flows and chases me
That’s waters depths are misunderstood
Like a miswritten book

In waters that are black
I will be the scum
Waiting to be washed away
Yet clinging all matter of fact

I will be the foam
Of a rabid beast
Clinging sideways
Fighting for a taste of meat

The challenges she wrote against me
Don’t offend my eyes
For she becomes the rapids
Yet I am stronger then the river

B3 shoutout

Sometimes letting life come to you works wonders. It’s funny that we decidedly used this metaphor to elaborate our dear friend, but when we all got our licenses, it fit the best. He got the brand new car, and it’s cyber technologies were way advanced. The car actually drove him. Sure, he was behind the wheel, but he had no idea where he was going. I’m glad he drove to the right place. Best of luck, to my best friend, hopefully life keeps driving us safely home on our adventures through space and time.

EVOL

Have you ever heard?
That if you hurt the wrong person,
You will be wrong all your life
So I’m going to dedicate this one to tonight

All that matters is my thoughts and yours
Love spelled backwards is evol
But add two letters,
And even evol can evolve

Past the symbolism,
Evolving is a puzzle
But when pieces are placed just right
It’s a wonder when placed to fit
What Life can be solved.

Helplessness, call Fleet Fox,
Stick yourself in a box
And passionaltely await until the beat comes
And your feet will start to rock

Then just sway-
Get Carried away
Tomorrow will come
But this is our day…

Except if its raining,
Then I recommend
Laying in bed ,
Bitching and complaining

Swim Poet, Swim

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Summer’s Sand

Girl, the way you shake
Is sort of like a gift,
If we were playing in the sand
Through you my hands would sift

The sun plays its elongated gaze,
Down on your back,
My hands find ways
Sensuality, sunscreen is a solution for that…

In return,
I get what I yearn,
A caressing hand,
Worries, together we have bridges to burn.

Spray

Do not look for me in the day,
As I am dead to the night
Do not look for me in the river
As the bed has long been dried

Leave everything to all my friends
That’s how the story started
But others worlds halted
For one, this is ends

To dream, to fail to conquer
Yet unable to rise morrow’
Leaving others pain
Granting eternal relief of sorrow

Not understanding that soon all
Will change with suns high arch
The venom in life
Chastised like the ever hated shark

For salt sprayed waters
No longer gave any thrills
So the shark moved on
To land and the hills

He who taketh over and away
Grant this wish
To accept and forgive one of ten commandments
He did disobey

Out of natural habitat-
The shark cannot swim on land
But this was the intent
To be breathless in the sand



For many holes lay scarred across
Heart
It would have been easier to stop
Before he ever dreamt to start


Living easy upon a prayer
What causes others pain,
In salvations armory
why should he care?

Stop, Stop!
Don’t even begin your glass
We are much better without
We can do better at last

For we are stars
That wish to collide
But I really hate being with you with
Those red eyes

So Jesus as witness
I listen to your plea
We shall rise above
Just you and me

So fresh, So clean
Put Hawaii on the map,
My mind wasn’t thinking
But clear I am now
Don’t give up
But look forward, Just as we look back

Chance

Once upon an hour before eight, temptation came and asked of fate
Once upon a night so down, and dreary, would she even come so close and near me
Once upon a rage so blighted, everyone near sighted suddenly became lighted
Once upon a touch so rare, temptation crept and tugged at hair
Once upon the hero suddenly awoke, and temptation gave a slight toke..
But brave new world alas, temptation came and temptation passed,
The temptress riddled and rattled, but her musky voice was drowned and rationally paddled
Down the stream that some call youth, turned to maturity beyond that of an uncouth
Returns the Poet to better ways, enters Chance and soon she filled his days
With more than just an illusion, conjured that Chance offered protection and seclusion
Chance filled his thoughts with new world hunger, But will our Hero fall or plunder?
Mistaken falsities of a begotten shrew, Poet let the new world is ready for you
So Chance can come and sweep you off the court, dammed tennis probs not my sport
Maybe the Poet, will be a white stallion , Chance of wonders, wonderland in bastion
Quoth thy ever fall into the hero’s old depths and into a museum of the decrypt
The temptress queerly awaits and sits, and if she were ever to rise from her eyes rise from palpable slits
The Hero’s blade will fall fast and simply behead the temptress, like and itch, because the Hero hates none, but nobody likes a bitch
Once upon a time, Chance came just to say that the weather is clear, this is our flight, no rain delay

Slip by

Sandals, the grass
Top of a towel
A slight grin
Summer’s presence is season

Beautiful figures slip by,
My eyes covered by shades
Hahahaha
They don’t notice my eyes

To dream, to conjure
This will of perfection
Summer reached, no more inspections
So we dream big, call it inception

Celebrate two glasses,
Pinky half raised to the sky,
The classy thing to do,
Party, to school we wave goodbyes

Hey Peyton

Blue eyes, Light me up
She’s says put it out
I’ve seen that before
And have had enough

But your new,
Il try you
I say my aunt doesn’t have downs
But I think I do

So hold me close,
If I am blind,
Let your eyes
Find and guide me

When you speak,
I take nothing lightly,
I’m trustworthy
And I expect you to confide in me…

And confiding builds,
Relationship skills
That are better than any solo cripple
Walking up life’s challenging hills

Remember: Our song
The climb
Lets create a path,
just you and I…

The poet’s voice

Doth thy wish me prosper?
Or shall I woo, in this state
Either way, Il let you decide
I no longer wish to be with fate…

Dear Lord,
Shall I come before
Kneel and beg you to forgive?
Or shall, I drain the bottle, down another swig

The pain is too much, and all I want is to go away
So will you forgive me?
This drink doesn’t give another day
Nor does the body respond to touch
I’ve caused too much pain
Done too much.

My hands reek of havoc
And I have nothing to show
Just a bottle draining
The tankard of sins in tow


So pass me the bottle,
Down and out
Forgive before,
The poet’s voice can no longer shout…

(07/01/93)

The sun stares
I stare right back
Were blind
Matter of fact

This twisted knot,
Hastily tied, doesn’t give anyone a chance
To realize,
That real guys, Don’t need to dream
We are what we fantasize

But not I,
No, no honor or pride
I fucked up, I lied
I hate the consequence,
She cries

Redeem,
Nothing is as bad as it seems
Forgive, distance and respect
Learn from the past, rettrospect

Goodnight-

Goodnight-
I don’t wish to speak till next day
We had a deep conversation
That started with hey
Goodnight-
Dream it away…Damn

I hate my alarm
Its annoying and
Schools Lucky Charm
Maybe if I lived on a farm

I could hear the rooster cuckoo-
But then my life would smell like doo, doo
Somebody called me immature
But youth should be a chronic affliction, no cure

And I hate the needle,
I inject,
God loves humility
Pride loves a retrospective diabetic

Tucker Max told me to be belligerent
And maybe I hate admitting it,
But party no more
Im going to bed, Until the bell rings me out the door

Roses are red, Violets are blue
Many poems rhyme,
But this one doesn’t
Many people wish it twas
Even though it inevitably wasn’t
Im obliged to entail
B3, MC Mitt, and the Poet
Make it rain
Shots, we could outdo a dead
Cobain
Whose line anyway?
Whose lying everyday?
Damned to the opposed
Enemies, I take off their
Girls clothes
Because Im as bad as a bee,
They probably think they want to sting me
Many poems rhyme
This one doesn’t
Don’t wish it was
In a world of was nots

Ceremony

The first and last time to float in the river,
In life never could he, for he was already saved
A dream, A mirage of past an essence that flees
The tears that create the river

The Warrior wears white, satin covers his continent
The shores seem distant, people of life
Flesh of body, but distant in mind
A blade that befell and struck valor, Valhalla called

And in this essence that is the prophet ‘s life,
But the sacrifice for few, will reiterate for billions
And even deaths bells cannot destroy the embellishment of idea
Nor propaganda ignore the knight going down river


We rise to fall, but the journey is misunderstood,
Because many fail to plausibly rise
We are falsifications of a false universe
But the night in white satin reality,
It takes symbols for the soul to heal

A boy and a father watch
The Warrior floats by, Father’s concern heartfelt
Envious in honor
The sacrifice forever known, the journey will never end
The boys eyes glow, the story told, the soul sent…

Edge

In the mirror, I see edges of the child once was
Never trying to hold on, shave it away
Give a brace-less smile
Get through the day

Even though many pass away
The edges of childhood seem
To remain the same
Reform

A new beginning
Hoping that one day
A happy ending-
Meet a girl
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Stop pretending
This is the limit
Heroes eventually die
Man in the mirror, can’t learn to fly

Learn the lesson
Textbook stuff
It’s in the ABC’s
Of growing up

It’s Mutual

It’s Mutual
In the beginning of any relationship, as people we seem to have very weird ways of meeting that person. We have a bottom-line of whatever the hell were looking for, and how we’re going to get it. It all starts with-
Friendship. Friendship is built upon mutual attraction when it comes to the opposite sex. When one first has the opportunity to be introduced to the opposition, it’s not the small talk that’s immediately dragged in. It’s not the stunning vocab that flows through that person’s teeth like a waterfall. Its attraction, for human’s immediate release of pheromones in compatibility to that other person determines the future of the night and the chance of events at a later date. It leads to something-
Totally awesome. It allows us to differentiate between a casual one night fling, or the building of something real. It allows us to decide whether this girl is a hoe, or a trustworthy party affiliate who could develop into much more. The process of being able to recognize the difference a one-night stand and girl you legitimately respect is
Totally character-building. And a true character is what many girls want, be bold or go home, while the everyone else goes home with the girl they wanted.

Dear Brother (Excerpt):

Dear Brother,
Give me one chance to explain
Why we can’t hang out today
It’s more than a migraine

For when depths press
The water tightens
It’s a death trap
Until the mood lightens

As the dawn breaks
Moonshine
My last night will go down
As a hell of a time

I woke up, beer cans, all around
I wondered where my car was?
Wishing the sun would leave-
My head began to justly pound

Two hours of sleep,
Clearly let me do that now,
Dear Brother
I’m sorry to let you down

Project Save A Hoe(Part A)

You have never been damaged, rather you are the damager
You have never been, cheated rather you are the cheater
Your will defines you, and you are defined as a whore
I expect nothing less, but shall receive much more

Nobody cares for your actions;
Therefore no-one cares for your woo
You’re a common beer
Everybody drinks you

Therefore you are no more than a compliment
To some guys night
Your kind of the ketchup,
Making the burger tastes alright

But without ketchup
Everyone can still have a good time
Remember,
no hand will touch you, especially mine

“When I’m old, spend my days, laying on the beach with my girl in the shade”

The Dream of Beach

1.
The wet sand
Melting in the wake of dawn
The slender breeze
The hesitation
As the tide rolls generously—
The breath of nuance…
As like waves
You come crashing down upon me—
The water rises
Touching toes—
The world has no worries
The sky shimmers
The sun settling in…
Just warming up
The first pitch…
As seaweed entangles
Stopping time
The secluded cove-

2.
If I am a soul surfer
Let me melt in the waves,
Go the distance
Get to the beach in the shade

Wash upon shore
Come to realize
That life gave me
The girl I’ve always fantasized

To remove the clothes
Of your soft garb
I see the Beauty
Beyond the emotional scars

When I’m encapsulated
By smell so sweet,
You are a gift
You are my Candy, real treat

I tell all my friends
I laugh, their envy
For my girl,
Is like none other
She’s the present, in the now and my forever…


3.The ocean slaps
The tide rises…
Overwhelmed
Life is full of surprises…

I drop to my knee
Inform you of my intention
Uplifted
You smile at the question

The night lasts
We are frozen in time
Happiness determined
Laying on a beach
Captivated by the vibrant sky

Dreams are reality
Inception has begun
Staircase to Heaven
We are all
We are one

I will not run

The smell of sorrow
The stench of glory
Empathy and
Triumph

Don’t pick sides
Rise above
Live for life
Die for pride

Fear the stench of lies
Cherish the musk of honesty
The difference between Escapism and
Making a stand

"Define stand"
I will not run
I will not hide
I will not bend morals to be part of a fast life*
For those that question ask yourself
Is God enough?
Be knowlegable to know,
Life is oppertunity, picking a path tough

*And if one would say
“Well your one talk”
Watch me live
Born to fall
Baptized to stand and walk

The Statement

Men attempt to hide behind societies rights,
While not understanding its wrongs
To those that are ignorant
To whom it may concern

Corporate men hide behind litigations veil
This makes them transparent, ghostly pail
To the dishonest, he who taketh over and away
To those that cannot face judgment day

To those wearing the false garb of Catholicism
Those who are pro-life
The child has no value
Take care of the mother’s life

And to those that consume their hatred against a fast life
I may grow just to be a pool boy
To the man I have to apologize to, for touching his wife

To all women, the individual it may concern
If one likes someone, then everyone should know,
To the person behind this image
The intricate way the world turns

To the scar, which pretends to be deep
At times we all deserve to weep,
To the crier, for I cry too
We all fall, so I don’t pity you

To the fallen, to stand ever slow
To those that run, as fast as one can go
To those that are a robot, click the button, reset
Don’t forget time owed
To Christ, My eternal debt

Change of constant

You see very well,
But you fail to listen
This makes you blind

You see happiness
But only as a constant
This makes you sorrow

You see the past
But you attempted to change someone at the present
This makes you no part of any future…

For when a tree stands tall on an barren plain
Asking the world
Why ‘stick it to the man’,
When one can become their own?

Black

You should fear me
For in sun’s high arc
Shadow
In the blackest night
Invisible
Define me as a shape
Shaping your faith and fate
A wraith of the past
A shape of me
No missing lines
A whole shape
Lacking shading
You might run into me
For you like a star
Dazzling
Yet not shining forever…
Blackness is close
So when your light fades,
Blackness is a shield
Forever strong
Will I protect thee?

I closed my eyes in the fast lane,
I rolled over and woke up next to you…
Faith gave me a chance
To end all blues…

He who takes , decided to give
Me one final opportunity
To cherish you in the sky
Never again will I be forced to say goodbye!

Lockdown

To teach trust,
One must lose it all
To learn to stand,
One must first fall

To search for a destination
One must write the map
To travel around salvation
One must lean forward, but fall back

To journey, to question
One must trust thy inside
To lean on others
One must put fate on the line

To remember
That trust is a lock
One must find the key
By learning from the clock

MC Mitt, I stole your status

Guess Im living,
I doesn't need to dream anymore because life can't get more perfect than this
Bow to love nothing simpler than that.
Work to congratulate reality
A high five, passing life around
Just to give it back
And we all die,
But not everybody lives
Sin is something we all give…

Rhetorically speaking this is a chronic addiction,
An insult, maybe a ploy…
Life is a book,
Too good
Call it fiction.

Dream

Life is not perfect, rather a struggle. To illicit falsehoods of struggle is to illicit a falsehood of reality. One must find acceptance of this world, so to know that all good fades into dream….
Awakening upon a beach, I find pulsation; no one around, an offset-vision of a perfect reality. She is here. So beautiful, I reach out; but feel nothing. Sudden blackness, everything re-fixates itself. She is gone.
A rumble of a song spreads from speakers popping in the sand, “Knee deep in the water somewhere, got the blue sky breeze and it don’t seem fair, only worry in the world is the tide goin to reach my chair.” This is too perfect, for the sun is on top of me and I am atop my towel-covered lawn chair gulping the essence of life with an accepting disposition. A gaze of the harbor, my 47-foot yacht eyeballing me like a dog desperate for play. This is happiness; maybe all is too good to be true, rather all is not good enough. She arrives.
I am alive; this is the life worth living, hand and hand, the journey together begins. The tide approaches and we dive in. Ecstatic, this is what we believe, love at first sight, holding to it by night. It’s ironic when I first met her; that I immediately envisioned a white-picket fence, the suburbs and family. That was the one escape, we found better.
I love the way her hair flows, I guess. Or maybe it’s her skin, glistening moist in every sun lit moment. Life is mighty; opportunity is bliss, hand in hand, kiss matches kiss. Blessed in every aspect, we are; the roll of dice gave infinite chance to our every whim and desire. Elation courses though my body as the memory passes though; life is too perfect. Once hardworking-nonchalant philosophy embellished our thoughts, now only the beach and each other’s presence consume our minds. The last glimpse of night was 100 years ago, a while it seems. Never is there exhaustion as we walk forever; this beach barren of rocks, saturated with the softest sand. Perfection impossible to gain, yet recognized in every aspect around us. The world of no flaws, just me and a girl, an image coinciding passion. Distraught is the morning after, saddening is the recognition of dream.

Hello, how’s everyone doing?
Watch me live blue a dream life that I keep ruining
Sit back, relax enjoy the show
Inhale as life gets slow
Peak, and then drift away
Love the light, marvel at the blush
As the last embers fade,
Then leave the blue
Just to be high,
Just to be with you

To be the nouveau riche hark repetition
My’stiques of a long past
Falsehood of a dream complex
That love, in life is strong, can last.
There is little joy in decorum
Entrapped, the stagnant, the mosquitoes bite.
To bad she’s face-up in a river
There must be lacking a rush of light
To raise, to rise, the voice of life
One stands faces truth and does right
Finding answers to questions that cannot be found
Saturated with love challenge fate just to drownd’

Crash!

Crash!
The terrors of that haunting squeal,
Memories hurtling back
Pain to real

sunup or is it twilight?
Staggering with slurs of incoherency
The drunkard mumbles of the past
To want no future

Known blasphemy
Mental stimulus, incapable to comprehend
Maybe his children miss him
But he is at ends

Pressing cheap vodka
To chapped, chalked lips
His family calls
His need beckons

Leading down a dreary dark black tunnel,
Satisfied seeing such bright light
Meeting family again...
In gaining peace, shedding life
For in a world of sin; without,
Who can win?

Long Journey

Traveling to a new world defies no ration
Except leaving behind passion
Love stay strong, Love move on

A voyage, never to return
This is a one way flight
The plane crashes and catches flame
No matter, I have to let it burn

Infinite change, whom can I turn to!
Leaving behind a great cook
Stuck with grovel of burnt plane food!
But I can no longer stay

Foreign to all that I know
But I’m sorry I have to leave,
Need to go, far away
Long to stay…

Irreplaceable, but to be replaced
I could never forget your voice
Or the beauty in gentle touch,
To your soft face.

Off my chest(Falling for You)

Falling for you
Unable to stand up
Sometimes love,
Isn’t enough !
Honestly,

If you could have promised me
To always stay by my side
Guess where I would be?
Not running with lies…

It sucks but;
I miss
My pure Innocence,
Unfortunately,
Life is raw
But who the hell likes sushi?

Chuckle, Chuckle
Nervous laugh
But I would be daft
To go back to that

Speaking of Daft,
Tron was pretty sick
Damn!
Take the Clue
We don’t stick…

But really;
Too bad there is,
Little I can do…
So you better get me drunk?
If I am to touch you!

No desire to be kind,
Or even respect you
I think I was high when
When I first met you…

Just like Puff, Puff pass,
Clutching to your grasp
Is a thing of the past,
We could never,
Would never last!

Dirty girl;
I like the game
But you’re not Beyonce
A forgettable name

To be honest;
You have no pleasant inside
Loyalty is a book
You threw into the fireside…

Where I have burned
Until I couldn’t feel anymore
Gasping for breath
My eyes were scared
Coming to realize…

I don’t care tears you cried
What could have been!
Your lack of constancy
Is owed to a lack of faith
Love is lost,
You are a wraith!

Constantly there
Incessant,
Just let me be
Haunting my dreams love,
I’m sorry
Someone else has come
And saved me…

I will be true to my faith
Forgive yield forget
So I say goodbye and,
Good riddance
To the standards I never met…

It’s really tough!
Yet I won’t set aside
Anymore of my time
Fresh apple, clear eyes…

Separation is a nuance
But pain is old,
Chest booms and shakes with laughter
Realizing
Never will I again be told…

What to do!!!
How to act!
I really hope
You could fall in a crack!
Just so I could peer down
Hand not offered;
And laugh!

We now live separate lives
I have found again
A soul that makes me complete
You have no one
Read and weep!

Starting with humor
Turned to hate
Goodbye love
This life is a rolling dice
We aren’t a match made…

The Warrior Falls

The warmth of our heated halls
Suddenly turned so cold
A warrior lost
Never to grow old

The moan of despair
In the hall
The wale of agony
The warrior falls

Saddened!
A look of defeat
A pray to God
Falling to my feet

Don’t take again
No, not from our clan
To soon
We have already lost one man…

Salvation

Forgive those who must trespass—
Forget those who are not unique—
Save those who remorse sin,
And salvage those who have no faith…

To be boisterous…
The world of currency is awry
Jesus, believe us;
For you,
We set it all aside.

You took away the void
Giving love and life breathe
A shelter of forgiveness
Forgotten,
The floods will come…

The world needs to remember
You are not just the messenger,
Alas!
You are equally the message.