In this life, I'm leaving behind a legacy.
  
I'm not only leaving one behind, but I'm living it.
  
There is just one thing that I don't see.
  
I have been cursed with the gift of words, In silence.
  
My minds stimulated fiction and reality into violence.
  
What and why is to be remembered by me?
  
The simple complexities only matched by my creativity.
  
I feel like a set bomb, waiting to be let go.
  
I'm the worlds sonic boom, I'm the awakening.
  
Maybe all I need is my own awakening.
  
My legacy, full of thought and choices.
  
Never less the good or bad, they are my choices.
  
No one else to blame or give credit to, there's only me.
  
There's no hero to be the shadow below, I cast my own.
  
I live behind no one, and step above none.
  
I live as my own.
  
All to know, great or worst,
  
This is my Legacy

using writers block to an advantage
There’s restraint on the guide to this story.
The hand trembles to bring the pen to the paper.
This pen is usually the outside drifter trudging along the paper.
Today is not his day, for as he goes onward he is blocked.
The darkness strikes where the words usually appear.
How to bring himself out from this slump; he sits and ponders.
Wondering is it a slump, or a state of mind?
Could I stop this even if I tried?
What did I do to deserve?
What did I do to deserve that would take away my words?
The words that empty on to the notepad as a painters empty canvas.
Someone has stolen my words like that of a paintbrush.
No longer can I create a work of art.
No longer can I make the next wonder of the world.
When will I be able to create again?
I sit here thinking, wondering, and hoping that they will return like the lost dog.
The dog that always finds his way back; come back to me.
Come back to me my words so that I may once again be able to talk.
I am stuck in this hard place, I am blocked.
However will I set myself free; who will set me free?
To become unblocked is all I long for at the moment.
I desire to create with my words, unblocked, free as a hawk.

I would love nothing more than to hold you once again.
  
In my arms there is no better feeling.
  
Oh how it feels to have your hand in mine.
  
How I love the sound of your sweet, sweet voice.
  
I love the way you say my name when you speak of our love.
  
How you talk with such genuine passion.
  
The way you look into my eyes, I can see.
  
I can see your love for me.
  
Like a kid on Christmas waiting for that last gift.
  
Waiting to unwrap and see the treasures inside.
  
The eyes filled with anticipation and joy.
  
The joyous laugh you share with me.
  
Oh how I can not ignore it.
  
She makes me shed a laugh of my own.
  
I bare a smile every time we share a glance.
  
There’s so much to say, so much to do.
  
But there is nothing more that I’d rather do than sit with you.
  
Sit with you and let the fire burn.
  
The fire we hold inside of us, the flame that keeps up together.
  
The flame of love, oh how I adore you.
  
Babies just know I love you so much.
  
We just have to let the fire burn.

Is there a place where the heart aches at the thought of us apart?
  
There was a day where love burned passion afloat.
  
Now that day has turned to darkened night.
  
Blasting those golden dreams that once where to shadows.
  
The heart has grown a hole that you can’t replace; even with greatest of efforts.
  
That part no longer exists; without you the mind is at calm.
  
Where that hole grows it fills with pleasure of thought of a new piece to fill.
  
A new life to grow into it allows for peace to finally be bestowed upon me.
  
The heart ached with the pain of the resentment you filled it with.
  
The pain clawing from the inside out, slowly it came unnoticed.
  
Finally it could take it no longer, and now smiles with the emptiness that remains.
  
Who knew a heart could take pleasure in absence.
  
You’re without; I’m without and could not take any more pleasure with it.
  
This heart will not grow fond, nor ache without your presence.
  
There is not a place or time where this heart will feel pain.
  
You do not know this heart anymore; thoughts remain if you ever had.

Up above the sky so high..you fly
Guarding my heart from anyone else
When will you fall into my arms
You're the one I want to embrace
Angel your the one I love so much
Yes girl, its that forever kind
With the brown eyes so sweet on me
The beauty reminding me of the night sky
The sky you soar with elegance
Like a shooting star you shine with glory
Your love pouring out like rain
The wind that blows are your words of grace
Again baby the love I have for you, is that forever kind
Watching you soar so high in the sky,
Knowing I have my own angel to watch over me
To be by my side when im in need
Girl your my angel, longing to hold you
Hoping to ground you....to me.
Your sweetness is un-parallel
Kindness that show is so humbling
Everything you are, is what I need in my life
I need that angel on my shoulder
But you never leave it, always there
I cant describe much for an angel who knows it all
But when i lay down at night
Looking up at the sky and stars
Know that I love you..angel

How could you do this to me?
Why did you lead me on for long?
You were a master magician, had me tricked.
Set up this whole stage, this giant illusion of love and faithfulness.
Ever the puppeteer you were, I was just your doll.
Jumped at every reflex of your finger as you pulled the strings.
Dangling by the threads of lies, I hang lifeless.
Thought we were great, but you broke this fate.
My life was well, you made it happen and laughed at your work as I fell.
I was wrong to fall for you, you were my sweetness.
But now you're just sour.
The complexity of your game is large and thorough.
It is now time to down size that and beat your game.
No longer am I your lifeless puppet.
I've cut myself free from your handle, jumped down.
Now I am my own, no strings, or lies I am free.
I saw how you operate, I won't be tricked again.
Free is what I am, you missed out not my loss.
What I was is troubled, confused, and perhaps difficult.
Yet still always I remained true, real, and faithful.
I thought we had a great deal but you broke it with lies and unfaithfulness.
Now I'll continue to my life as will you
I am free of you, and that was my cue.
Never will I ever look back to you.

Terrified of getting to close again.
This part of me that holds love and sin.
Who would love someone who thinks he is no better than mediocre?
Cover it all up because no one knows the sadness of a joker.
Hard to believe in myself or what I can accomplish.
My lack of esteem had altered my point of view.
Confidence is only a show and even then it's
Hard to muster up.
I can't continue to live like this, punishing myself.
My thoughts are mine alone, known only by a few.
The thoughts eat at me from the inside out..I'm rotting
Hiding behind smiles and laughs to not explain the pain.
Still I hold onto this last shred of hope I posses.
In every night, darkest of nights, you can find a small light.
In hopes to get close so that I may shine bright.
Now I must change my mind, life, and my world.
In order to this I accept the dark truths.
It may not be today or soon but keep watching.once I build myself
Back up, I will rise above the rest.
No longer will I lay in the debris of a broken life.
I will put my life back together surely and timely.
I'm moving onward and no one shall stop me.
This joker is sad no more.