As I reach out to help you, my instinct to guard and protect you, my efforts are  halted .
Feelings of helplessness living false hope consume my every thought. A mother bear unable to  protect her cub infuriates her in a violent rage, as she will stop at nothing to reunite with her baby. But how can I reach you and stop you from walking into the blazing fire, it is evil my child the devil in one of many diguises. Back down and get away from those that are Satan's spawns. I begged and I pleaded with fools but  their ignorance ignored my warnings, as I spoke with words they could comprehend, Not to take my baby boy from me , they wanted to set an example and let politics rule their judgement, Your Honor, I am begging you,  my son made a mistake and deserves to be punished but his sentence of memories from that night is a life sentence please don't put him behind those bars or you will only make a good boy turn bad. I can't reach you to save you baby save yourself and pray to God for He is your Savior son and He will see you through. Hell has no fury when the Mother Bears cub is safe and she returns to finish protecting the ones that took her cub away.

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How does one know if they are a true poet or merely a lost soul with pen and paper unscrambling their emotions.  Flying high in a cloud of words with definition,  picking and choosing the ripest  like a grape from the vine, reaching into the depths of my heart with the blood of my conviction dripping words on my tablet describing my visions of  life. Yet still the question rains like thunder crashing and lightning striking, be it a fool destined to become a true poet or a poet with eyes that are blind. Knowing the words to be written because they embrace me like a mother does a new born child , but searching for description as to what  makes a poet in a true poets eyes.?

Reality is a battle from within, where your spiritual essence of your inner thoughts stand guard against the inner demons awaiting the attack , how unfortunate that your inner demons don't play well with others

What is this being standing before me in human form, spitting evil words and lashing insults like a leather strap crossing my back . Has it no heart or maybe one made of stone . Manipulating my inosance and tearing me down from the inside out. Has it no heart to bleed with regret or feel no remorse.
Why can't I turn and walk away, does my self rain of ignorance and stand with false hope. Believing that the words I love you and I'm sorry mean something more than the art of placing them together with no meaning at all . Do I escape from this torture or remain for more , when is enough going to be the destruction of my being when I've taken too much.
I stand and ponder to see The Distruction of Myself

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As you travel through this journey of life, stay on your path, if it leads you in the right direction. Watch for the signs, they give you your warnings, move over and allow on coming traffic for people to enter your life, don't  follow them as they exit, these are the ones you don't need. Stop at the stop signs pay attention, slow down for bumps as you will have many, hitting a dead end means you took a wrong turn, a lesson in life  you go through, all of your travels mold who you are , continue to travel your journey of life looking forward , for looking in your rear view mirror to live in your past, your purpose of life will pass you by and you may never see it
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