Grandmother, woman of the wise.
Please teach me all that you know.
For that that pink ribbon that you wear every day.
Tell me, say that you love me and you will never decay.
Tell me, that you’re strong and you’ll fight another day.
No you’re not a savior, but you here for a reason so stay.

Grandmother, woman of the wise
I look back and feel you’re nurture.
You’re soft sweet elegance; you’re discussions that were relevant.
You’re smile, so calm and serene.  Believe that this is just a phase.
That tomorrow it will all go away.
Grandmother…

Please look me in the eyes, tell me don’t worry baby.
It’ll be okay, that the Lord has a reason for everything.
Go to church on Sunday and pray. Thank the Lord that your
healthy and go about you’re day.

Grandmother, I now only wear this pink ribbon for the memory.  
To acknowledge how strong you are.  That with belief life takes you so far.
My prayers go out to all who lost ones in the past.  Don’t worry their looking down smiling and proud.
Of you, so remember time heals all who are hurting life will get better.
So, wear that pink ribbon and smile, because we’re one of many united standing in a vast numbered crowd.

Sometimes we forget about the art of appreciation.
We go day by day, forgetting what’s important without hesitation.
We get the illusion that everything is fine.

Why can’t life be so easy?

Being impatient can be your own self destruction.
We all yearn to know and to understand without eruption.
Take time and look around. Walk outside and hear the sound.
Of the bells of life, ringing back and forth in the ear of comprehension.

Women, make you’re man hunger for your mental.
Because we as men first only look for physical.
Don’t take it personal it’s natural.
Until you do so it’s tactical.
It’s actually, too easy… That’s not what a true man wants.
Give us something no other man can have.
Or is that too much?
Appreciate what you have and love you for you.
The rest will follow as such.
Appreciation, show it because somebody else is just waiting for you to blow it.
Good Luck.

As the sun reflex’s an immaculate glare.
Upon the flowers and as the honey bees acquire their nectar.
The breeze of wind from the west blows east as the young tribe sets to feast.
From the belly of the beast, from the ground and to the trees,
We were once sunflower seeds.

So small and so innocent, without a care in the world to say the least.
We should look back and acquire the imagination, as children it was amazing.
Astonishing that we could be
Anything we ever dreamed and desired.

Picking fruit from that apple tree, the juices sweetened just for me
So lovely a day it was, playing games with the neighbors across the street.
The feeling of being free is a virtue, a God given right not just for me, but for thee.

Back then summer time felt like a lifetime, never having to tip the hour glass over.
Man those were the days.
But we grow up not sunflower seeds, yet sunflowers.
You see, the sun still shining but a little brighter on me.
Because my path is different, and I’m not just a ****.

The man that I see in the mirror scares me.
The boy that I see in the mirror follows me.
Day to day the devil temps me.
But I stay strong, holding on to Gods hand,
Hoping he delivers me.

See these growing pains weren’t always so painful.
Once upon a time these mere memories were cheerful.
But, life took its course and my loved ones went their separate ways.

Those were the days, summer of 1998 where I first discovered my best friend.
She was so elegant, charming, funny, and her discussions were always relevant.
Seems like we spent a lifetime in our tree house.
I remember when my mom used to call our names and were quiet as a mouse,
Hoping we didn’t have to come out.
But nothing good last forever, in the spring of 2003 it was the last time I could your face.
I hope one day we meet again, and I could hug you for a lifetime from beginning to end.

Now as grow older and I move forward I always look back to my past for comfort.
I may not know my destiny, or my purpose, but I know that my journey is worth it.
So take a seat, relax and breath because remember, that my growing pains weren't
Always so painful.

Occasionally, I look into the sky.
Searching for answers that I’ll probably never find.
But the feeling of wishing and wanting overpowers my body.
The spirit, that lives inside my soul suddenly reflects an aura glow.
It shows, that I have determination, an eager will to never let go.
It lets people know, that I am strong, and I will not walk away.

Go ahead, judge me from my past.
But who’s to say, that one day.
One day I will be able to give my mom that dream house she always wanted.
Give her those designer purses, so she can go ahead and flaunt it.

I want so much for my future, that I am impatient.
I want success now, but I don’t have the resources to obtain it.
Lord give me a sign, that I’m going in the right direction
For my biggest fear is to fail, in which would lead me to destruction.

Hard-work, dedication, and persistence.
Stop me now if there’s something that I’m missing.
My dream work will work, just wait and listen.
For the sound of success is breaking out of my prison.

The journey to becoming a man is often left unsaid.
From the tribes of Africa, to the plains of America,
Each footstep gets closer and closer ahead.
I often think back to my father, so young, so strong, and so scared.

Already having another daughter, and now having another pair.
I ask the question, how could he bare?
The fact of starting another life, marrying another wife,
And attempting the job to prepare, to be super dad, father of the year.

But, he’s the best man in my life, my role model, second to Christ.
Not perfect, but he’s mine.
My dad, so many things come to my head.

I hope to be half the man you are as I grow older.
For I know you’ll always be with me,
Keeping an arm over my shoulder.

Because looking in the mirror,
I can’t help but to see you.
Please bless me with the knowledge and the wisdom
To be you.
Thank you, and continue to be my dad.

I Love you.

Spending countless hours with your significant other.
Walking hand by hand, feet in the sand, smiling at each other.
You enjoy ones company but, what is love?
Is it the feeling in your gut whenever she approaches?
Or is the simple look in his eyes in which leaves in hypnosis?

See I don’t know what love is, I don’t even know if in it.
But I do know that I never want to lose you.
In this game of life I don’t even care if I win it.
As long as I have you, my world is complete
You’ll never have to worry about any woman to compete.
For my heart for now is yours.

Maybe one day I’ll figure it out, but for now I’m scared.
Never been this close to this emotion this feeling I swear.
To make love and to love is so different
Both needing effort and patience.
With time, the longevity and after effect can be different.
But with faith and the belief, anything can be achieved.
And yet, I'm left with these questions,

What is love, how do we love, and who do we love?
Questions of the century.