The land of raw beauty,
Not entirely peaceful,
But I still have hope that one day unity will be treated as a duty,
For this land,I'll forever remain indebted to say "I'm grateful",
So many names are thrown upon this place,
But only the blind believe what they've heard about a thing even without seeing its face,
Dark continent???
Well black is beautiful,
It portrays strength,power,hardwork, toughness,
Though others bleach out of their complexions,they don't understand they contain pricelessness.
If only all could see what I see,
If all great dreams could come to be,
If only we all could just believe in what we had,
Including love,
Greatness would be attained,
Been robbed and taken advantage of,
In the name of innocence,
The innocence I call foolishness and illeteracy,
That's old stuff,shouldn't be the case.
My mind can't stumble upon even just one idea to change history,
But its got plenty to change the future.
If life is hope,I believe hope is life.

Thank God it's friday
Finally I'm going home
Place where I belong

i've been climbing
this same mountain
since
my day one
the stones
that hurt my knees
are stones
i've placed
the steepness
of the journey
are the degrees
i've set
the accuracy
couldn't be more true
and the stumbling
i've encountered
has been provoked
by me.

feelings of
excitement
engulf my being
while walking through forests
kicking brown, crackling leaves

ready and willing
is what i feel
yearning for opportunity
   hoping for satisfaction
      and settling on bewilderment

because confusion
keeps the mind young
and the heart
pumping.

The parking lot
Is empty
The ballroom is a mess
There’s an untouched
Cake next to
An unworn dress
Today should have
Dawned a perfect new start
Now the champagne is nursing
A broken heart

These bed sheets formed hills out of your curves,  and
             I leaned in to place my lips gently, on yours
like morning dew that sits on a blade of grass, and a  

ZAP!

came from the build up

                                of electric charge

A half smile and a frown,
        I stopped you from using your hand to soothe the pain from your lips, and kissed you  instead

In a room filled with natural light
You shone the brightest


The wind whistles and tree branches with ice filled cracks, breaks trying to dance with the wind.

And we were warmed knowing

        That on cold days we were not alone


.....and no it's not selfish that you stole the duvet and wrapped yourself into a cocoon.

Jan 7th. 2016

I
I
I
look at me, me, me
And we fail to see,
Attention is the new "drug".
And thus we believe we deserve the best while aiming for mediocrity.
The "I generation"
Defined by our need to feel special
We post, tag and snapchat to feed our addictions
But nothing ever satisfies
Just one more hit
and I’ll be done with this
Just one more like
and one more time
But we fail to realize we’re slowly dying inside
as life
Passes us by.

I've kissed this whiskey bottle too many times reminsicing about your lips. A heartbreak and a hangover.