There will be days where
you can't move,
can't get out of bed.
Where you have no desire
for activities. But then,
there's that flicker of hope, that
"You can do it!" voice that
keeps shooting in your mind.
Then, you get up and have the
strength to do anything.

Where does strength come from?
What does it mean? How strong
you are? Courage? If we have
strength, we must have weakness
right? Our weakness show we are
only human. We aren't perfect. Hell
no we're not perfect, an I'm fine with
that. Life isn't about figuring out
our flaws, it's to celebrate we have life.

My strength comes from being myself.
There are days where gravity works
overtime and where lifting your fork
seems impossible, but I'll still smile.
Rain or shine, I smile. Everyday is
a new day, a new chance to be
yourself.
Believe in you.
Be strong.

If the pen is mightier than the sword,
then how do actions speak louder than words?

Life is not like what's portrayed on the screen.
Life can be cruel.
Life can bring Hell upon you.
Life is a *****!!!!!!!!

But.......
Life can be cooperative.
Life can be rewarding.
Grab the bull by the horns.
Make the first move, no matter
what the situation is.

If you find an opportunity,
take it.
I guess it's time I start.
I cannot back down any longer.
Here goes nothing.

I was raised by a
loving, graceful,
god loving, homeade
cooking wonderful
"I'll always be there for you"
type of family.

Some gorilla strength,
motivating, always looking
after me and the
"Don't question me"
types of brothers.

Some church going
motivational speaking
smart and artistic
"Ask me anything"
type of pastors.

Some Jazz and Rock music
to calm me down and freestyle
dancing, the funny dude
"Who
doesn't give a crap
about what people think"
type of guy.

Some energetic
bouncing off of walls
and athletic
not caring that I'm big
saying nice things
being called a charmer
The "I can't hate. But
I can love"
type of friend


In a discriminating
racial saying world
who won't listen to you
or see what's underneath,
I stand and shout
"I'm better than you"
because.....


I was raised like a gentleman

I’m scared.
Cold, alone......... scared.
My body aches from fighting.
I won, but at what cost?
Revenge shouldn’t be the answer.
They took her life, my true love.
I’m crying, crying like I’ve never cried before.
A life for a life, but at what cost?
I became the person, I set out to destroy.
I’m a monster, a creation the devil himself devised.
I’m scared.
I’m alone, cold, and nothing to cling on to.
I have nothing........ nothing.
There’s only one thing for me to do.
I’m picking up my choice of death.
Goodbye monster.
You’ve done the most evil thing imaginable.
It’s time for you to go.
I’m taking you with me, back to where you came from.
Forgive me Father, for what I’m about to do.
I’ll see you in a few seconds.
Five....... My heart is beating fast.
Four........ Sweat is covering my face.
Three........ My heart is beating faster.
Two........ Hello love, good to see you again.



One........ Goodbye.

“BANG!!!!!”