What's left in this world?
Some peace but only a piece.
Much violence but only few.
Some in the middle stranded.
It's time to choose.
For good or for bad?
Or for better or for worse?
What you decide now,
Will for ever stay with you.
Choose wisely for you can-
only get more wise.
I can see it now,
Deep in your eyes.
Please remove your facade.
For you are far more beautiful,
Than your guise.
Please take care with the decision you make,
Because good is to give,  not to take.
What's left in this world?

Say goodbye to beauty.
For it is unseen.
Say goodbye to love.
For it is unheard.
Say goodbye to honesty.
For it is hiding.
Say goodbye to fortune.
For it is no gift.
Say goodbye to life.
For it will pass you by before you know it.

A golden platter.
Only to serve the finest.
Delivered with such poise.
The taste? Delectable.
Dances on your taste buds.
To what ever dance, you dance.
The Salsa, perhaps?
Maybe accompanied with a side of chips.
The best dance that has ever pranced upon your tongue.
Addicting like heroine.
You keep eating.
For you can not get enough-
of whatever loligags upon this golden dish.
And then.. nothing.
The plate licked clean.
The dancers tired and left.
Leaving you craving more.
There's more in the back.
But then there wouldn't be enough to go around.
Because everyone wants to feast from a golden dish.

Writing right is right write?
Or should I always write right?
Only to right the write that I wrote.
That writes for our rights to wright.
Right? Because writing writes about rights.
Will wright our rights to write.
Right.

Time ticks.
Even though we already rush life.
On double time.
We need to stop and enjoy this.
A pause, if you will?
It may seem like a burden,
But in time you will realize,
That its not time.
Its not enjoyment either.
Its standards...
Of government.
Of people.
Of places.
Of jobs.
Of love.
Of houses.
Of children.
Of money.
Of life.
Of everything...
Invisible guidelines.
Tracks in which we must run.
I would almost rather be homeless.
Although, on the other hand, I know that I am lucky.
I have so much.
But shouldn't it belong to someone who deserves it?
Who is worthy of life.
Who may like guidelines, but is just a little off track?
Oh how I would love to run free,
In a field, with trees, and animals.
And maybe someday this cookie cutter life..
Will change its shape.
For I see life as a gift...
Not a job.

A toast.
To you.
For you have broken the only thing-
I had going for myself.
My heart.
I should have known from the start,
That, that...
Was too good to be true.
If only I knew.
A warning label perhaps?
Or maybe it was a mishap?
But my soul?
Misshapen and grotesque.
Was this only a test?
A test of vengeance and love.
A push and a shove.
A heart shattered into puzzle pieces.
Please spare me the preaches.
But don't worry, you fuel me.
You drive my creativity.
You put a twist on my character.
No need to care about my stature.
You are spoken of in my writing.
That may be the only good thing.
But you should not be proud.
Because over me? There's a cloud.
It has been there awhile.
Its time to say see ya crocodile.

Its in the deepest hours of the night
When my mind wanders.
It tells me things to say.
But yet I still ponder.
I have yet to let my words flow.
I sometimes become afraid,
To let people know.
To show them the real me.
Dreams are an obsession of mine.
They make me really see.
What thoughts affected my day.
And who is important to me.
Oh what I would pay-
To see my dreams clear as Dasani.