Your grades are good, just not good enough.
You may apply but I would not get your hopes up.
Perhaps you should aim at a less traveled path.
Every step, every move, every thought, every night
Darkness and self-doubt clouded her potential.
what if she is right? she thought.
What if I am not good enough?
Fast forward four years and she is still not done.
A struggle or two but that is alright.
She has found faith and there is no stopping her now.
If I'm Romeo and your Juliet its crucial to have no Marcrucio's
I'd die for you still that parts the same but not over nonsense that our parents are to blame for
In this story I'm the guy of your dreams and I've been in love since the first time I seen you
No need for poison because this generation calls that haters and its much easier to ignore them then become a waiter
A subject who has to accept the orders I care for you to much so our love sits above that when I'm with you not for a second do I hold back you're the only person I give my heart to and then say hold that
If I'm Romeo and by some chance you are my Juliet I want to ride this love train with you and keep riding till we get old and a song is written out in honor of our love and at the moment when we are old and gray we sit and watch our children play I'll look over to you and say dang Juliet you are still the most beautiful creature on this planet aren't you glad you didn't feed into the poison against us
Do you truly know your heart?
It beats, I know, it sings, I hear
It beckons to follow its wills
It flutters inside the chest like a hummingbird's wings
It soars to the sky like a feather on the breeze,
but when it hits the ground, it shatters into
a mililion pieces, like a mirror reflecting my deepest desires,
but no more than shards of what used to be
Do you truly know your heart?
That it is more than a simple part of you?
It can love, it can betray
It can be full or joy, or empty of life
It can be whole
It can just as easily be broken
It's the single, most important part of you
Practice 5 days per week 2 hours a day
Time for chores and homework wiped away
Practice is the time to get ready for the game
Losing the next day will be such a shame
Intensity, Focus is what I need to bring
Here is the first quarter, the buzzer rings
The starting five comes out, ready for the jump
We want the other team to come out in a slump
We get the ball, you have to start your offense
The key to success is to make the defense tense
I score my first bucket, one of many
The next thing you know we're up by twenty
But the defense speaks back, we're only now up by five
It’s time for the team to revive
Halftime is here, it’s time to talk
Coach is drawing up the plays, and takes up the chalk
We come out with more intensity than ever
Now this is the time to really be clever
The sweat dripping off my face and onto the floor
My coach screaming out from the sidelines “I want more!!"
Its 4th quarter, 15 secs left to go and you’re tied
We want to come out this game with a win and pride
I get the layup, the foul and I'm on the line
I make this shot and the games all mine
The ball swishes through the hoop and we win the game
Winners is the name we proclaim
Determination, hard work, effort is what describes this sport
Giving your all and leaving it on the court
If you're going to force me to keep this baby, you better be ready to pay money to keep him
from becoming a steretoype.
Pro-choice is the most successful propaganda movement to keep
the lower class low.
So is the death penalty.
It costs more to kill a man, due to appeals, then to give them free education to the level of a PhD.
You could be a doctor or a convict
and your government is hedging its bets against you.
We don't want you to keep the baby to cut your finances in half and cut your plausibility of basic education to nil--
stop the threat of too many peer minds finally rising to the occasion
and saying “this has gone on far too long”
richest and poorest nation in the world.
Our civil rights our outshined every day by Canada.
And they can't compare to our war death count,
so I think we're bicycling backwards
through a white suburb of blindness and neglect, letting the world rot outside our bubble and within our hearts
--no we say it's because of God
and because of morals. And in the history
of cultural societies using religious ideologies
to form a social standard slavery
they hope the poor don't know how to articulate without sounding blesphemous.
Thank God we've got the rich white republican
to tell us how God feels about my body.
you say im smaller than an ant .... i close my eyes and i see strech and i grow biger than the sky.. you say my legs are small and i cant evan get close to catching up to your speed.. i look down my legs yes small i say but strech i can and while been in the same place my legs can strech farther than yours.... you may be biger stronger but youll nevar beet me because evary time i hear no from those lips my hart screams YEEESSS!!!!
A Cowboy’s Tune
My bridle’s in the dirt.
My saddle squeaks all day.
I want to see the barn
And give this horse some hay.
Lonely is the life of
A cowboy in the rain.
He’d be an engineer
If he used but half his brain.
The mountains on the left.
The river on the right.
The cattle in the meadow;
We’ll rest here for the night.
I pull my bed roll,
Store the tack,
Take off my spurs and
Hit the sack.
The stars are shining.
The coyotes howl.
I hear the hoot
Of a very wise old owl.
The morning comes…
The clouds are hanging low.
There is frost on the ground.
I hope it doesn’t snow.
I stretch really hard.
Then, much to my surprise,
Someone’s looking down at me!
So I look right in their eyes,
And discover that my Mother
Was holding me on her lap!
I was only dreaming
While taking a little nap!
--- Sigh ---
Well that’s ok…
I hope I didn’t snore.
The cattle can wait…
Because I…am…only…four.
IT’S ALL ABOUT LOVE
Did you feel the rain?
The pictures and words
that floated by tonight...
Did you listen To the rain?
That tapped your shoulder
To look up....
It's all about love...
When it's real...
Touch has a taste..
Eyes make a sound..
A kiss can bring a dream..
And breath can give life..
To a heart that dances..
and a mind that melts....
It's all about love...
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5-25-20
A trip at the end of June.
One of those yellow summers muttered with new tales and new hormones -
Of gold and silver highlights -
Of diamonds and tampered addictions.
A flight quick as liftoff.
A hazed Horizon.
Why can I See only what Lies, but not beyond?
Why can I See only what Lies in my scope?
What Lies ahead Sees.
What Lies is Man.
What Lies Is.
What Lies Sees.
A day for the wedding.
Our glasses bubble beige and brown wheat -
Of a loss of tolerance as consciousness breaks from her lust-
Of a bland and stale sick addiction.
A tampered reminder of love.
A quiet Night.
Shall I Stay Here and Wait for Silence to Speak for Claims?
Shall I Stay Here and Listen to the Silent Muted Mockery?
Silence Listens to what is Silent.
Silent is Man.
Silence Is.
Silence is Silent.
A week to explore.
Old Greek inspiration and thrift property investments -
Of colored splashes painting a wave of crackling stones -
Of seduction in structure and beautiful liberation.
A clear vision.
A Mind.
Might I Know more had I Known Truth?
Might I Know more had I Known Trust?
Man Knows Truth is Trust.
Man Knows Trust is Truth.
Man Knows Man.
Man Knows.
