What you have
is what you can give
To open hearts,
those willing to receive.
The question,
what is really within.

Our legacy,
is our history down the line of generations.
The good, bad and the ugly,
the many pasts that will shape us.
For every turn of the century
we fall closer to greatness.

You and I
are shaped to strive
Mind your own pride,
to only realize
There's much more to us inside.

Condescending,
I know of which isn't ending
A better version of previous self,
superior for owning up to my self wealth
To some it's much frustrating,
I do apologise for being so condescending.

I go against I ,
an ability to be held back by only I,
A type of guy who can't deny,
his much a snack to an apple of the eye.
To those finding it overspending,
I do apologise for being so condescending.

I'm superior,
in a higher rank of self quality
Who I am, is who I am glad to be,
be as I am, an own personal fan
Being proud to call myself the man.
I know for some seems offending,
I do apologise for being so condescending.

I like to like myself,
and loving my own
Surely it's does show,
the light of me which glows.
Like a fire that must burn,
a spark of me, can give you a turn.

Time seems impending,
I have less of it to be pretending
Might feel myself ascending,
but rather I'm not here contending
I just apologise for being so condescending.

Stab at the dark,
broke the tip stabbing at demons
Take a brush at them,
might help me cut them off.
Sing a song to myself,
of how demons can't borrow my soul.

An echo of a whisper,
in the darkest of all nights
Daylight breaks and rises,
a dark night falls
Between them both a child is born.

He won't fear the night,
nor be blinded by day's first break of light
A child of fate,
but much faithful of their worth
For all the bad his known,
he's made it through the worst.

We're not young forever,
forever young are we to be brave.
We won't know our ends,
so better to live in the best moments of Today.

In the tiny moments we have,
life isn't easy.
Still within it many reasons to be glad.

Don't be lost for love,
if you can't read any of the signs
Love is blind,
but we aren't blind to decide.
We may fall in love with our hearts,
but we need to remember our minds.

Perhaps love is a matter of body, heart, soul and mind.

Ask what I'd do for love,
be a loaded gun and shot my shoots,
Too many rounds
of really just falling in love,
Maybe I haven't gotten enough,
or run out of bullets to shot for love.

Raised from the dirt,
how are we not down to Earth.
Surviving on living water,
how are we not able to flow
Ideas blowing in the wind,
we give a breath of our soul
We are what we earn,
with a fire at heart, we glow and burn.

Over the moon,
conquer the dreams of stars
Just like the sun,
we're all bright like these things above.

Lose my thoughts,
things of which I don't have
But try to be glad,
though life gives me reasons to be sad.
For the secrets I've bought,
many I keep haven't been spoke
And for the dues I've paid,
the end of day has me feeling broke.

This isn't a mood,
or even close to being an emotion
Neither of which is good,
a fragile case to be held with caution
I need someone to hold,
not down but up above my sadness
You can't decide all your feelings,
explaining is hard to those who don't understand
Comforting is harder,
to those who haven't felt such as well.

If I found the time,
I'd use it to encourage myself
If I found the time,
I doubt I'd be willing to give any back
If I found the time,
I'd do more things than relax
But with the time I have,
I have but a moment to do better with a chance.  

So to speak,
you can rebuild yourself from just a piece
Find the peace,
be one to cut away troubles than to slit a wrist.

Do feel my suicide,
but won't feel a reason for me to die.

Stay driven in life,
and watch out for potholes
Play your role in life,
make sure there aren't any plot holes
Reach your targets in life,
and know where to aim your goals.

Our dreams should inspire us to do better.

May I be lost for time,
but not lost for you
Lost for words
but not lost for loving you.

My excuses for wild love,
not a **** cheetah.
The truth is,
the feeling does make me starve.
A loving man, but also a hungry creature.

Pardon the time I waste,
tend be doing *******
Gibberish written on my face,
many words sound garbage.
I'm a real mess, I must confess.

Mind the shattered ideas,
best to pop the bulb
Explaining myself as such isn't ideal,
but I'm not one to be loud
Much quieter in the silence of the crowd.

Excuse myself from peers,
not on the same surface of pressure
Excuse myself from kids,
off the scale who can't measure
Worth me understanding,
but also understanding depression
I'm not lessor,
but I am one to question.

Excuse me for this,
and I'll excuse you for that
Excuse me being lost at times,
life didn't come with a map.
All we do could be the last risk.

But not an excuse to never take it.

Life's a jungle,
not all our feelings are tame
Falling widely in love for somebody,
often we can't explain.
Feelings we can't bear,
just be careful not to be caught in the snare.

May have lost a lot of time
but I can't lose anymore hope
Can't hold onto the past,
never ours to hold
But you can hold onto hope.

Darkest places I know,
the corner end of my soul
Depression, anxiety and fears
is all I even known.
Amongst all peers,
the loudest kid in the silence of being alone.
Guess I was on my own,
with these negative feelings I own.

It's a dark place
that shadows have another.
Growing up, not shown
how to fight my demons by my father.
Seemed foolish for loving everybody,
giving all I had and I am.
Tell me is that why I feel like Mr Nobody?

There's a dark place,
much darker than the empty nights
Beyond death or feeling alive,
not even safer to be inside.

Your greatest enemy,
is all the thoughts on your mind.
I've only seen the brim of light
as the shadow left behind.
Friends,
are people I feel don't know me,
they must ignore me.
Those who overlook me,
but I know it's really just me.
For all the problems I have,
I tend not to see.

All the dark places I've made
the foreshadows forming out my brain.
Never one to be plain,
but also the one who wasn't the same.
Out of the bunch,
the dark kid with a light heart.

Just like art,
by the tormented artist's craft.
I seem to be raised in the dark,
the dark is really just my past.

Damage or repair,
so often tyred of life.
It's constant wear and tear,
going round in circles of fear.
But that's life for us all, so **** wheel.

I dream,
a better world to speak
For my chaotic thoughts to find peace.
My loudest prayer is the Lord saves me.

I'm too afraid to dream
just in case I wake,
So hard for me to believe
with the painted demons on my face.
Spare me grace,
for straying away from His way

Lonely as I am,
darkness loves to surround me.
In need of grief,
tending to be a dark funeral.
My life's not so concrete,
then again, I wasn't born in the streets.

The dreams I chase,
are always on the run from me
I hook and bait,
but haven't caught myself a piece.
Lord sees me often sad,
that's not the plan.
But it's hard for me to understand,
those praying with both hands
On the other hand, get given the worst hand.

I dream of man doing better
for themselves for the sake of another
When man wouldn't hesitate
to help out a brother.
The bravest are the lovers,
as the selfish are only cowards.

It's nice to dream,
but honestly for me
I hope that dream is something I actually see.

I've known love,
been given so much hate
But I can't judge
because it's never my place.

Who's the worst
besides me on the worst day
I may curse,
I swear when things don't go my way.
I'm so proud,  
so hard to confess my downplay
Seem so loud,
when I feel I'm about to frustrate.

I've been high,
right onto of all my pride
I act blind,
when things of mine don't seem so right
And why I rhyme
is because there's rhythm on my mind.

I've made mistakes
more than what else I make,
At the end of day
those actions make me break.
But I'm much human,
my flaws aren't my choosing,
Knowing cutting and bruising,
not my life's conclusion.

Never forget,
we're all but just human.

Stars shining brightly tonight,
the Heavens must be warm
Why wouldn't they be,
especially now in a world so cold.

The bite of thunder
echoes across the globe,
The tears of skies flood the world,
as the ashes of chaos have grown a Rose.

Do I suppose,
to know all the pieces I could hold,
Pieces of the sky
give a lot more to behold
The skies, like Heaven
are as precious as gold
And with them,
the many secrets yet to be told.

The wars we're sent out to fight
could be the wars we're fighting in ourselves.

Killer instinct,
is just a blind regard for human life.
Violence,
an action taken when we don't like the reaction.

Man's intent to destroy
is only because he hasn't known how to create,
And why love seems little,
is only because man lives more in hate.

The often disgust of Man.

Horses will run a mile,
but at the end of the day be stable
It's a consistent manner,
we all could follow.
Really if you're that willing and quite able.

When is the morning
I too rise with the sun
Hidden behind the stars,
captivated by the moon
The entire universe knows who we are.

Children of most high,
dreamers all alike
Those of us whose dreams touch the sky.
Dreams will never die,
only if we put them to rest
Let them be like the stars,
Strive to be the brightest of all the rest.

The ends of space and time
seem nonexistent,
One end is the start of something new,
even from broken pieces
Sky's the limit, even in days of feeling blue.

As the days set
and surely rise again
Set your hearts down from worry,
soon rise to be brave
Follow suit in every single one of your days.

Burning gas
on rubber threads of some Michelin
I'm so tired,
of lighting fires, knowing I won't breath again.
Say that you want me right now,
And I'll cut corners to see you somehow.

Nobody drives me up the wall
till I'm needing help
I should really find my worth,
But I don't give ****
I trade it all for you, and nobody else,
so sick of these drives all by myself.

You might be a drive,
but this is always a race
I might be alive,
but it's much better when I see your face.
Speeding for love,
better to buckle my belt
Helmet on my heart,
pleases to protect myself.

Don't want to lose what's left of it,
right till the time you'll be keeping it.
Keys to my heart,
put into ignition for my love to start
A model body,
more exotic than a foreign car,
Close to me now,
but baby can you drive me far.

Driving me
madly in love for you.

Is perception of mind
guided by sight,
For if you see evil
does that mean there's evil on your mind?
If I'm depressed
is it because of feelings not addressed
Perhaps I should tidy my mind,
for being such a mess.

Time waits for no-one,
we wait for it to do something right,
Good intent seems only to work
when there's a prize on the side.
Human nature often aids,
only if seen benefiting our lives.

Still!

Who are the wise,
but quiet men around the loudest of fools.
Who are the stubborn,
but those who can argue with a mule.
Your very behind,
is the past you can't let go of,
An ***,
pulling a weight of weighing into doom.

Poor excuses we make,
are reflex to the problems we try to escape.
But as beings,
who may not head in the right direction
The head above can show you the better way.

Don't be crooked as the world,
learn to think straight!
Don't be fearful of tomorrow,
Today's moment is for you to be brave.

Defy what lies,
beyond the perception of your mind.

And of course,
it's not actually real.
But why must the sweetest of things
only be in our dreams?

To see of life
through looking glass
Seems to show all it's cracks
Fragile,
is man on heavy words
Sinners of course,
a forefather's forced labour of sin into birth.

Still as precious gold,
time is of worth
Treasured memories
of course remain in our hearts.
Lifes not perfect,
but could be close to it with just a smile.

I always try to build myself
as a commission
Seeking favourable outcomes,
that's optimism
Barely gave a breath to those against me,
because I didn't see the competition.

I climb my mountains daily
but won't reach my peak
Put together all my goals
so it's easier to reach
Live out a sermon
cause everyday feels almost like a preach
My whole life feels just like a feast,
Yeah!
You know everybody's gotta eat
Things at stake only at a piece,
no wonder they all be wanting beef.

I make meals out of my words,
Mmh!
So much so, my plate is always on it's thirds
Yeah! I just live out whatever I spoke,
everything that only comes from Lord
He's a Father, but mostly my coach,
in a field of life, tells me, to keep my eyes on the ball.
Find my targets,
and shooting all my goals.
Another point,
if you really keeping scores.

Yeah,
I could add up all my worth,
But a piece of me can't ever be bought,
Frame of mind is picture perfect clear,
more to me than what will actually appear.
See me blessed,
you know I'm must confess
Why?
Because I  don't know if there's always something  next.
Yes,
so I make everything my best
Yes,
Might just wear my pride a little like a vest.

Written word,
the speeches I might make
The pros and cons you know,
all what we do isn't always guided by fate.

Take a tour inside your mind,
a true journey of life.
The past is always behind,
fools only bring it along with them
Why waste,
the little moments we have right now,
given it's weight
You weigh your heart on troubles,
the mass of which
Doesn't help in thinking straight.

I'll clear my throat,
let the inner voice be heard
I do prefer,
for people to wish me good by their word
Actions,
are what I'd expect to compliment in works.
Effort,
is for those willing to put it in,
Don't do too much,
but a little to prove what you're doing.

I give my grace,
as the heroes I've only known
Gave their lives to keep me safe.
Don't be the one to waste a life
wasting the one you have
Be glad for what you own.

Life is more of what you
can give than take,
Earn than buy,
how much real you are than acting fake.
How you handle your blessings,
and deal with mistakes.

As is the way
The way of things in life.

Peace,
won't be the quick option
without chaos at first
Like a storm,
there comes a silent calm in the end.

You only know peace
when you've known it's chaos.

Amounts of time given to people
should be equally given back,
Time is fragile like glass
you can lose fragments of seconds.

Love is a gift
more worthy in the present
The moments you have now
could be the very last.

A second to breathe
is a display of your life's capacity
Now,
is the time you make the most of
Later,
is always unpredictable.

All seem lost,
with age we find ourselves
Identity,
builds on self discovery
The journey of life all must take.

You'll lose more than you gain,
hurt plenty more
Than you usually heal
But for all purposes,
we live a life that breaks us
And constantly build overselves much stronger.

Be as it may,
the handbook of life would simply say
Make the most of each and every day.

Violets and roses,
not a picture perfect Love scene

Like Valentine's Day.
Movies scene fake,
so less important compared to a dream.
But the kisses
are tender much,
Even before our lips touch.

Love,
is an essence I can't get enough of
So if to starve from it
means I'm surely hungry for love.
A couple tattoo kisses
stay stuck on my flesh, deep down to bone
Of the Mrs,
memories drawn, but hurt me crazy like a thorn

Rose,
sharp are her words, and her body
A often ***** thought in my mind.
I should clear that room,
dust it a few, but I'm still enjoying the view.
I could go blind,
but stay having imaginations vivid of you.

X and O's,
once for crossing my mind
And O,
how I tell you that I don't mind.
One on the heart,
and two for the hole it has.
X right on the spot,
and O, am I not so glad.
For an XO,
written by my heart
Carried by my soul,
so many colours of you to pick from
Babe you're like a personal kaleidoscope.

Do I even know myself,
asks the joke
Really does a joke know
it's a joke
In the reality of life.
Or will it just laugh it off,
wondering if they're laughing at or with them.

A disguise to my eyes,
with lots of secrets to them
I tell you sir, I could hide.

Pardon a Sir,
with a prize to his emotions
Surprise,
often more than I bargained for
As are emotions,
never what you picture
Or really something to be shelved in a draw.

I should really take my time
to find my peace
It's hard though when you yourself
are a bunch of pieces
Artistic creation,
sculptured by the pain of my literary work
Words,
used against me to question worth.
What's purpose,
if you really don't know what you're put
On this Earth for?

Questions,
of every living being
What's the purpose of our very being
What you've come from,
and where you've been
Would you still close your eyes,
even if you couldn't see that dream?

I really question the most,
answers seem rarely available
In every one of my hurts
there's potential for growth
And in every one of my relationships
a goal to be relatable.

If you easily related to my words,
your say is welcome
Thankful,
for the love and often hate I didn't deserve
For in a world
filled with hate for love
Love over hate,
I really can't complain.

They are the things
that development my very being.

In a dark night
I built myself a black coffin,
to bury all my fears
With a couple dark thoughts
and some black tears.

As is my old self,
buried away underneath the past
Ten feet,
stepping away from the before
Descending,
going to be part of the Earth
Apart from me,
I could never bury away self worth.

Even being stuck in a hole,
won't grantee one to be as open
As a whole,
entirely sure I have pieces left of my soul

In my hollow depression,
fear was a chain of thoughts
Keeping me in captivity,
so to free my mind
A piece of me had to die
Buried alive.

Like my deep thoughts,
I had dig myself into a deep hole.

Buried alive,
the old sinks beneath me
The new me has will to survive.
Buried alive,
digging away pieces
As does our past selves decay.

What's of the dark
goes back to those origins
And of every one of our mistakes,
fears, regrets and all
They go beneath us,
and we will surely rise above them all.

Parts of me want to be good,
not equal to me being bad
But I always feel misunderstood,
for being this sort of sad
Never what I planned,
thinking with age I'd be a man
But I'm still stuck in boyhood.

Boys being boys,
boy I wish that was always true
State of employ,
working on myself, hoping this works out
Finding myself without a clue,
not a chaser of clout
Maybe because I prefer to be silent
that all my demons seem loud.

To scared to grow,
even if it was for a pair
Would the good fruits show
going against the Peers,
Pressure on me for it,
trying to act different from the rest of the kids.

End of line!

Manhood calling on the other dial
Ringing in my head,
you should be well invested in the future
Sorry though,
I seem to have lost some interest
Man tells me I'm nothing without culture,
but hate to be known for cliché customs
Be a hot head,
volcanic to opinions erupting
But I don't think I'm good to rupture.

More I've been told,
less big boys in the world crying
To your emotions
put them always on hold.
No, I won't.

End of line!

Here's a call to the conversation,
I'll speak my preferred tone
Say if I'm down,
I shouldn't be afraid to admit I'm alone
Despite the occasion,
it's less eventful of me faking a frown.
Even with a grey cloud,
no reign of power
Determines how I'm feeling now.

A boy still at heart,
with a man deep in my soul
Carrying a spear
of the sharpness of his mind
It points out my often wild side,
As is the Spirit of tame,
coming full circle to be whole.
I take all of what makes me man,
gladly I do claim.
Loud as mountains could hear,
hear me acclaim.

Daily old friend
like the newspaper prints,
We're making headlines
the stories of a previous generation
Imaginative,
each piece of us, a verse
Fact,
all that is cons and a Prose.

Inventive,
of design per our discovery
We've found to channel
the very skills birthed in us
To now control
those far hidden skills living remotely.

But that's if you're willing
to tell a vision.

Aspired,
to reach the many highs
Inspired,
by our heroes who've made it to their peak.
Hopefully we won't fall,
in season itself
But if we do, from our fall
let's grow again.
Find that step, and sprout out in the spring.

True heros story,  
knows many trials and tribulations
Legendary heros,
face legendary oppositions
Never a joyous read
in every chapter,  
But worth every page turn,
till you reach the conclusion.

Raging
wars inside my head
Sleeping
buried as if dead,
Four times the strain
inside my brain,
Losing count of thoughts. I forget,
Especially now
with this aching migraine.

Shut eyes
hope to block out the ache
A couple pills
to numb myself to sleep
So much so,
I might not even wake.

And of course;  
water to wash it down
I feel so much disorder,
my brain feels upside-down
Christ almighty hears me cry,
about a thorn to the Crown.

The light surrounding,
covered with a backhand
A slap of fire strikes my front end.
Praying in
the echoes of pain,
That you silence the noises
of this constant migraine.

Sky's falling,
could you catch all the pieces?
Loads will fall,
but don't burden yourself with
Life's overload.

Even with knees shaking,
taking the weight of the world
Don't force it on yourself
to have your back breaking
Troubles always seem to follow
as you're heading in the right direction
On the other hand of it,
all that follows is left behind
Troubles won't be with us at the destination.

Take it like a train,
on this long railway of life
Learning to train your mind
on every piece of knowledge we gain
In a route of life
not always custom to follow a line.

Things go along in curves,
don't be hell bent to force them to go straight
The journey of it isn't as easy
walking out of it through a wide gate
Still you should walk into
things you worked for to deserve.

So when all seems
to be falling in pieces
Remember,
many pieces built-up your worth
Live it out without any a cost,
perhaps to all it could be purpose.

With a breath of air,
I'd like to feel a little fresh today
like a mint of course,
But I'm perhaps too spicy for the world,
a peppermint too much
Of course my wording would be sharp
at the very tip of my tongue,
Spearmint tasty.

Still like a treat
with all these mints
How wouldn't you think me a little
too sweet.

Food for thought,
the harsh truth is the hardest to digest

You deserve more of
what you get,
Little glances at you
more than enough to make any fall
Tis be like a season of love
long before the spring of roses on Valentine's.

Though I'm still not the biggest
fan of the time
You've blown into my thoughts,
controlling my hearts AC
Forced to adapt

But if I cross my eyes
before you cross my mind as always.
You might see the X right
on my heart.

So you could treasure my
love, cherish it for the worth
Gladden me babe
to gladly be in love with you.

People crawl under skins,
calling you vain
Picking at thoughts,
to call one picky
Act to turn the other cheek,
to call another cheeky.

Life with complicated people,
much complicated ourselves
In over our heads,
won't get over ourselves.

Another day gone,
but days aren't lost for us
The best of mankind,
means to keep on looking
Wishing for it on make believe
genies, will only rub off
Nothing is above down
to earth people
Living on solid ground for growth.

If we've forgotten
how to grow,
What fruit of us will it show?

Descendants falling hungry,
of knowledge not taught
We're responsible for legacies better
than ones of us in the past.

Ghost fires,
blaze away at the spirit
At the core
is the very essence of child
A fallen being,
also a flame yearning to rise.

The ashes of old
have come to be grey,
And in beauty
the growth of a Rose.

Bright and red
like the flames that conceived her
Rising to kiss the sky,
but knows to defend herself.

To the world,
a sure thorn to it's side
But to it's people,
an example to live with a spine.

From Fires that created,
she's a blazing storm of worth
From Earth that holds,
she knows her very roots
And Water that calms,
life in her does surely flow.

As is the life of her.

Any feels less of themselves,
staring at broken walls
Desperate screaming for help.

Walls never reply,
they hold secrets
If the walls were talking,
they'd have a lot to say.

Behind every crack,
is hidden hurts inside a black hole.

A wish of,
more time to have said this.
And in perfect worlds,
time travel is an impossibility long solved.

But as is the case,
you say a thousand more words.
Still in time,
they'd have to meet their fate.
Even with all the time in the world,
feels like you've never said enough
At their very last breath.

The harsh truth of time
which taught us this.

Accept things as they are,
appreciate what was before.
Always the clock moving forward,
Such the lesson
And with time,
comes the acceptance.

When I do you wrong
you never do talk
But when I see those eyes
they tell a thousand words.
And it breaks my heart,
to know I'm robbing your worth.

I read into your mind,
seeing a lot of me I don't like.
And baby I,
know bad history and I are almost alike.

But don't you let those tears fall
before I do my best
Let me fix my words,
admitting I was wrong.
Though my pride hates that,
it bites at I must confess.

Still the stinging hurts less,
to when I'm giving you stress.
I know I'm not always the best,
but I could always do better.

Like the seconds on the clock,
give me a second chance.

Stuck in my ways,
it's become a sticky situation.
Bought myself a tube of glue,
to be stuck in love.
Still love needs more than adhesive,
you could be stuck to something
But something would hate to be stuck on you.

Hope in less fortunate times
belongs to the Brave
Life lives on the lines
of man surviving on God's grace.
As is faith,
waiting on what comes our way
On what will save.

I've seen the Devil in their eyes,
and look to Heaven in the skies.
There's a lot of evil in the world,
but free are the chosen.
When it falls down,
just know we'll be soaring.
Though it feels like you're falling,
as the dark tries to steal what is glowing
For the chosen will be rising in the morning.

We're all so different,
But we need love
All the same.
If the world won't change for the better,
Then we'll give it change.

Books of old,
have held the knowledge of new.
Testimonies of the days before,
prophecies long before us.
If you've read enough into text,
such things have come now to be true.

Looking with only eyes,
doesn't grantee any sight.
Your heart too knows,
whether it being right or wrong.
In the very darkness of night.

As too the soul,
beholds things coming before,
You spirit remains soundly calm,
as you anxiously wait for what's in store.

Take a moment of breath,
don't be so anxious and weary.
You seem to know little,
when you feel so uncertain.
Breathe now, stop you're fearing.

Be as the still waters,
find your calm.
A tender whisper to soothe a child,
find your stillness,
And sing it in song.