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Feb 2015
I won't ask happiness to stay
So dismayed
Girl I prayed that God would send angels to help my poor soul
Convey such a message
Deciphered portraying the same lesson that you desperately
Spray on me each day
To convince me to see things your way
& tonight I had an epiphany that not only scooped me with God's grace
But pointed me in a new way
Turning my back on all that is empty as the black part of space
Such a waste I've been thus far...
Take me back to the days when I could go outside and play
Unmotivated by and unconcerned with how many times my phone may vibrate
Or who might be pulling up in the drive way
Because the sun's rays were my only sense of time and I didn't mind dirt and grime because somehow back then even the dirtiest things found a way to shine
How often my memories haunt my mind...
Or maybe I should say dwell...
Because they excel in bringing a smile to my face
& they prevail against the world's evil ways
& they propel good vibes
Like pro surfers tackling blue tides as the gold sand watches the sun rise
God my pen is becoming so much lighter
Something's telling me to be a writer..
Something's telling me to be fighter..
Something's telling me to be a lover..
And I can love with my pen and fight this internal battle that just so happened to begin around the same time my mind became infatuated with love and my heart started thinking
That felt good
This is the write way
The right way
& again I say,
I won't ask happiness to stay
Because happiness's roots are so unreliable
No,
Give me joy
Give me joy planted by the rivers of flowing water
Give me joy that won't be moved
Give me joy that carves its name in the grooves of mountains
Give me joy that keeps flowing out like a never ending fountain
I keep counting my blessings
I'm walking into my destiny
Giving the world the best of me
Giving God the best of me
I'm giving God the best of me...
& giving the world the rest of me
& really he's just been testing me
Wondering if I'll follow the man next to me
Or build my own path you see
& I must build it on my own will
Because there's no automobile with wheels strong enough to go straight up
& that's where I'm headed
I've got a ladder in my back pocket & I'm prepared to conquer my fear of heights even if it requires staying up all night & making the moon my favorite light
& even in the midst of the trials of this journey
I'll blow a kiss to my past
Catch up with my future
Capture my fortune
& pass my brethren
Girl I prayed that God would send angels to help my poor soul
Convey such a message
Deciphered portraying the same lesson that you desperately
Spray on me each day
In any & every way possible
God give me a sense of perseverance so that I may laugh at all my obstacles
I wanna be the star that shines on cloudy nights
Equip me with a lion's might, a snake's bite, and a eagle's flight so that I may make love with the atmosphere of the most extreme heights and sore in a land foreign to even the best kites
I won't ask happiness to stay
Anymore...
I met joy at the door and it stabbed me in my core
Myles Webster
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