Moving fast, watching
Cherishing beautiful sights
Memories linger

Optimism fueled my hope
Negativity depletes it
My will fights destruction
If misery wants company
Then beat it
It becomes my obstruction
Initiating the assimilation
Replacing my hopes with heart-****** obligations
I retaliate with large amounts of pent-up rage
Have I won?
No...
I've merely set the stage
to become caged by what I refuse to be
I'm tricked into falling
towards the perilous seas
of judgement, pride, and justification
I watch my reflection in the sea
believing that everything is alright with me
...but I'm no longer who I chose to be
because I let the negativity infect me.
Is it too late to be rid of this disease?
With kindness, time,patience, and wisdom...
We shall see.

This warm ache in my chest,
Is it love or
routine stress?
I mask my worries with confidence
To increase my self providence
Yet distracted, I fill
my consciousness with sweet
joy and bliss
that heals my mind for a brief moment
whenever she is around
and suddenly,
my mind and heart are at war
Shall I take the plunge
which my affection pulls me towards?
or abscond into the vast
complication of my obligations?
forever feeding my various ambitions?
Ay!
What a choice to choose!

I'm tested everyday,
Tempted to throw away
The sanity that's kept my mind at bay
If inconveniences are shadows,
then troubles are ink-blotted water
trickling through the canals of my temporal lobes
which causes me to follow
any thoughts of failure instead of success
better to wallow in bed then get dressed
I almost forget that I am blessed.
I aggress the trickling pain
by staring skyward
like a man seeking the opportunity
to fly
soaring above the problems that cloud the eyes

As I lay on my bed with a cool fan blowing,
I can almost see darkness, neither hands are showing.
As I lay on my bed, I feel all of my worries flowing
from my head
to my feet
and beyond my cotton sheets.

A crown made of pride
glittering in the sunlight
Atop the head of a king
making short strides
His eyes are dark cameras
A mouth full of daggers,
His arms are long chains
that make his subjects stagger.
A king! A king!
So majestic is he
He is righteous and justly!
Or so he thinks..
Ruling a broken kingdom
Subjects protest wise decisions
and are punished on false or
petty crimes
A king! A king!
always kind and intelligent
Forget that his actions are belligerent