Let me get prophetic with you,
One is perpetually looking to fulfill the self,

Working, trudging, yearning + mourning.
Running a rat's race; avoiding being shelved.

Gotta step up, rock it hard,
Speak elegantly - articulate like a bard.

Nobody knows the inner strength - not even you,
Until you were found, tried, tested and proven to be true.

@heyteacherman@gmail.com


Playing with the moldable minds
undeR
You


I know
You know
I didn't read the book.

She finally peaks her head out from her watery love
And I watch her breathe in this human air, alllll this fresh air
And this I swear, is more then I can bare
Seeing her face, eyes, damp and dark from the sea
And I wonder what the sun feels like to her against her
Pale, flawless skin, this thought made my heart sore for weeks  
The color of her blue eyes in the sun, as pretty as the sea
Her eyes hold the sea, she is the Goddess of me  
The sea has spared me from this, beautiful, scare
The sea gave her thoughts of we, she sees me  
She is extremely perfect, with faded skin, perfect eyes  
With the most lightest blonde hair strands,
you have and will ever see
I cannot say whether any disease of love of the heart
Caused her cheeks, her lips to need the sea
But she is the only thing I can see
Her eyes once soooo full of the sea, she is lonely
She actually misses me, the sea listened to my plea
In her heart lives the slightest thought of we
I'm sure she lives a lonely life under the sea
As I watched her visit me secretly  
As I watched her perfectly hidden, I watched her heart changed
I saw in her eyes, not only me but the sea can tell
That for the first time, her mind thought that the sea
Wasn't all she sees, the sea is slowly draining from her eyes I think
Her eyes see something in me

They say silence is golden...
So where is the gold then?  
I've been silent but I don't see the profit....
I've been silent and I've been stepped on, trampled on and taken down from my throne.
I've been silent but no good comes my way.
I've been silent and everybody else gets their way.
I've been silently keeping the strains of everyday life wasting away and remaining within me.
I've been silent but I won't be silent anymore.
I raise my voice and speak for justice dignity equality and love.
Silence is not gold silence is copper easily found and not malleable.

The Reaper of time
Came surely round the bend,
With satchel upon curved aft.
With a glance toward forests and glades,
Upon time, ash he would cast.
For their being and what stood, would no longer.

His taunt would tantalize
Like a trot around the bend.
Never coming at the moment expected,
But surely to cast your end.

His ***** atrophied limbs
Would groan passing by;
Dragging you along for the ride,
Upon the Mortal's Circle for those who die.

And for those brave-hearted souls
Who wish to transcend,
Let it be knownst that in your beginnings
You too will find the end,
As the laughing Mara sends us back again!