Judgements of deception plagued my mind,
Following an artificial shadow with no hope.

Having problems from cognitive growth,
Learning was considered a form of witchcraft.

No intentions of committing remorseful acts,
Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints.

Jinxed by the demons of mental illnesses,
Leading to the wicked curse of addiction.

Due to the unpreparedness at the legal age,
The real world ate me alive during adulthood.

Climbing an uphill battle to conquer problems,
The first step needed to start with exploration.

Reaching the highest mountains to find potential,
Recognizing my personality through discovery.

Acceptance from pure identity led to happiness,
Now traveling a path of my own choosing.

Years of addiction denied romance,
As alcohol was more important than affection.

When sobriety was finally achieved,
Cravings of intimacy evolved into a strong desire.

Feeling lonely every night,
Without the bottle offering company.

Without any sign from destiny,
A wonderful woman entered my life.

Filling in that missing void,
As the puzzle to happiness is now complete.

Never realizing the exhilarating effects of fondness,
With my soul finally filled with love at age thirty-five.

History of tragedy inflicted scars,
Leading to trauma that injured an era.

Instead of dwelling mostly on missed chances,
Failures were focusing on fueling diligent tactics.

At war versus a devising plan of optimism,
Destiny led to a puzzled quest for results.

Following a directionless map with only roads,
No highways to reach my destination faster.

Becoming lost on many occasions in the street,
Searching for a path that will lead to hopefulness.

The route to contentment did prevail by dignity,
Fighting for the right to happiness that was earned.

Conflicts of destined survival will last for eternity,
Battling the struggles that can ruin stability of bliss.

Suffering returns with a vengeance,
Causing pain that inflicts wounds.

The injury puts us on the sideline,
Interrupting stability by tearing balance.

Now that harmony is broken,
A new mission must start to reenter the game.

A quest to restore steadiness must persist,
Or else we will forever sit on the bench.

Because of our determination to rise from agony,
We tend to find a way to run normally on the field.

The scenario is unhappy one,

Frustrated with the current conditions.



Chaos is dictating the conscious,

With the devastation manufacturing pain.



Alter the nightmare by shifting gears,

Rising from the misery by envisioning bliss.



The imagination is a strong tool,

Modifying horror with peace.



Enter a place where the sun shines,

By producing visions of tranquility.



Viewing the palm trees through images,

Reaching paradise without leaving home.

Humanity emphasizes a need for titles,
Stressing highlights of one’s abilities.

Bragging rights are sparked by struggles,
Fighting barriers to earn the prize.

Just because a person lacks an award,
Talent can still exist with its potential to shine.

Individuals don’t need a degree to claim intelligence,
People don’t have to earn a trophy to proclaim athletic strength.

Having your name on a centerpiece is valuable,
But being happy with your capabilities is priceless.

Blissfulness has hit a brick wall,
Colliding against the barriers of hardships.

Unable to discover the joys in life,
As despair kills all of the pleasure.

Cause is misplaced by unanswered questions,
Replacing purpose with unjustified critique.

Lying in a pool filled with misery,
With motivation at a standstill.

That rut puts us in a downward spiral,
But we can certainly stand again.

In order to conquer the slump,
We must lift ourselves up from the water.

Effort strives for a goal,
Chasing a journey with intent.

Ambition runs at full exertion,
As purpose fuels the cause.

If victory isn’t the end result,
Discouragement can rise enormously.

Hopelessness shows signs of defeat,
With confidence experiencing a blow.

Sometimes, a pursued route won’t be found,
As destiny created a different trail to follow.

When one quest isn’t suitable,
Another path to success is usually discovered.

Progress tends to hit a barrier,
As advancement to take a step backwards.

Disappointment could take us off the track,
Causing all gains to be completely lost.

Even though you take a step back,
You are still ahead by one stride.

You lose five pounds of fat by determination,
Then gain three pounds through indulging.

Succeeding doesn’t demand perfection,
But it requires you not to quit the mission.

Traveled the unwanted trail to pain,
Loss on the route of disappointment.

Walking to roads that ignites cruelty,
Setting fire to a mind which hurts.

Agony led by the soul will ruin life,
Causing existence to be dissatisfied.  

Once realizing the clock is ticking,
The bridge to healing can approach.

Searching for the track to recovery,
Beginning a phase that will thrive.

When avenues of chances start to open,
New lanes will unite enlightenment.

It’s those memories you forgot,
The moments that caused despair.

Times when tragedies lived,
Events that your brain doesn’t remember.

Incidents which inflicted scars,
Provoking trauma in the current day.

Those misfortunes must be healed,
For a positive present and future.

Recovery could take months or years,
But blissfulness occurs once peace of mind happens.

Devised before the moment of birth,
A blueprint was created by God.

A chain of events that will take place,
Designing a predestined future that shall occur.

These trends are all part of the plan,
Setting up a test built upon virtue.

The pattern consists of many barriers,
A journey one must complete for glory.

The trail will provide two dictions,
Providing an exam based on faith.

A road which offers darkness,
And a route that provides light.

The almighty already knows your choice,
Foreseeing the quest that’s already predicted.

With imperfections tearing us apart,
We feel like throwing in the towel.

Cruelty weakens the inner self,
Screaming inside for the intent to surrender.

Somehow, survival sets the will to live,
Providing the necessary strength to exist.

Because we don’t want to die,
The goal is to dominate the suffering.

Finding that second wind to endure the brawl,
Fighting all the way to the last round.

We usually finish the brutal battle,
Because life is too precious to quit.

The perfection clause doesn’t apply,
Yet we struggle to be flawless.

Society demands perfectionism,
But the perfect human ceases to exist.

We are all sinners in an imperfect world,
In a universe that is filled with faults.

Immorality is part of the individual,
A mind which consists of defects.

Misdeeds will prevail in this life,
As wrong acts continues to thrive.

The soul can live based on virtue,
Following a path where dignity rules.

Even though we can’t be perfectionists,
Striving to be finest person is enough.

Dread accelerates to terrorizing proportions,
As the abnormal fear response kicks into gear.

Your surroundings close you in,
Even when in an open field.

Panicking like a life or death situation,
Yet the conditions are completely normal.

Temperature rises to burning levels,
Feeling the heat ******* up your oxygen.

Heart rate climbs to a rapid pace,
Believing a heart attack is happening.

Whenever a panic attack occurs,
The key to survival is saying you will survive.

Mending scenarios with driven force,
Even though the circumstance isn’t fractured.

Unhappy with a near perfected line,
Trying to weld perfection into an unfitted pipe.

Attempting to perfect the impossible,
Flaws will always appear in every situation.

Repairing items that are fine,
Correcting terms that are stable,
Finding remedies when the heart is healthy.

When we fix problems without cause,
Conditions can become completely smashed,
Rebuilding solutions from scratch.

All people are battling for one purpose:
Opportunity in a world full of barriers.

Unfortunately, not all chances are created equal,
As connections to money and fame can create inequality.

The struggles of life are harder than others,
When climbing up to the mountain is tougher.

Good souls suffer because of lack of resources,
And unappreciative people abuse power and fortune.

Everyone deserves options to happiness,
But imperfections will always put limitation on humans.

Let us try to create a simpler world,
Attempting to reduce complexity by opening roads.

When you possess the *** of gold,
We shouldn’t keep the wealth to ourselves.

The inspirational path offers fortune,
Delivering hope to the disadvantaged.

It starts by pursuing virtuous ways,
Aiding for the greater good.

Inspiring though that great action,
Providing assistance with a smile.

To spark a revolution of righteousness,
Making a difference one deed at a time.

Sweat is produced by reason,
To achieve that point of results.

After strenuous miles on the obstacle course,
Fatigue stabs the nerves without remorse.

The body is bombarded by pain,
As cramps represent a threat to success.

Running with ambition on the track,
Risking safety by pride for the ultimate glory.

Self-discipline and good health will produce goals,
As recuperating on the sidelines can produce better outcomes.

Misery is obstructing the road to bliss,
Blocking joy from reaching its destination.

Hardships cause despair that weakens strength,
As anguish leads to feelings of hopelessness.

We think we are powerless against agony,
Considering defeat by throwing in the towel.

Usually, desperation finds a way out of torment,
Fighting for survival with a determined sword.

Battling life’s imperfections with dedication,
Because we tend to realize that life is too precious.

Witnessing imperfection at it strongest,
Seeing a contestant battle to be on top.

Observing dignity abandon principles,
Using the sword of honor for greediness.

Stabbing others to get ahead,
Putting one’s desires before righteousness.

I am also a sinner committing disloyalty,
As a flawed man living with human ambition.

When betrayal creeps up on the mind,
We must remind ourselves to stay faithful.

Dedicating our quest to a virtuous reason,
Or else evil destroys the meaningfulness of cause.

Society says hearing voices is crazy,
People claim smashing walls is lunacy,
But hiding from happiness is considered insane.

Involuntarily depressed with no shining star,
As the sun started to offer light,
Shadows still existed without any brightness.

Years of captivity kept old rituals alive,
Keeping that same routine living in misery,
As depression always plays that agonizing day.

Painful repetition needed to be broken,
Shattering sadness so bliss can enter,
Unlocking new gateways for contentment.

Once the passageway to pleasure opened,
Glory was capable of glowing,
Unleashing possibilities which now thrive.

When we are offended,
Revenge is not recommended,
Even through harm was intended.

It’s a complex situation,
One that causes frustration,
But it’s best to form a foundation.

Do not fight the opposition,
Lead with strong ambition,
Take a stance with definition.

There is no gain with hostility,
Only leading to irritability,
So choose the route of responsibility.

The intersection is deadlocked,
Blocked by reality of living.

The overpass has fallen,
Causing a traumatic breakdown.

Life is at standstill,
With no traffic being averted.

Congestion on the highway becomes worse,
Thinking there will no solution on the streets.

When bridges collapse,
Destiny tends to find a new route.

All outcomes are driven by desire,
Fueled by the intentions to succeed.

Not every result is created equal,
Due to the justice of the means.

Good versus evil battles for cause,
Deciding the value of success.

Vileness leads to an easier end,
Throwing out worthy principles.

Winning with virtue is harder,
Keeping integrity in progress.

If the journey is kept righteous,
The soul will earn a higher prize.

Survival on earth has its ups and downs,
Like a roller coaster taking you on a zigzagged ride.

Pain and pleasure will shift throughout living,
Swinging back and forth usually without any notice.

Destiny’s plan will keep swaying,
As the ride will always consist of rocking.

Even though this journey is full of twist and turns,
We can still learn how to live with fluctuations of life.

When success is present through fortune,
It’s easy for us to ease the fighting.

Battling less while glory is achieved,
Maintaining greatness after a long war.

Misery is usually in a brutal dispute,
Shedding blood and tears for progress.

Anguish is trying to win,
Attempting to earn that chance.

Whenever goals are acquired,
Never forgot the road that was traveled.

The easy route is calling your name,
Offering an easier path to glory.

Promising a way without obstacles,
But deceitfulness is waiting at the end.

By skipping corners on the trail,
Steps are missed that will ruin the outcome.

The longer journey will possess barriers,
Yet the quest to victory will be fulfilled.

We must be patient with success,
Or else rushing will collapse progress.

I was very afraid,
So I held that blade,
Having a low grade.

Not possessing hope,
Didn’t know how to cope,
So I stayed in bed while I moped.

Thinking the end was near,
Living in complete fear,
Craving that alcoholic beer.

Fighting for what is right,
Needing to see the light,
So I can exit the night.

Sick of playing Russian roulette,
I had to stop being a threat,
Or else I would be caught in the net.

I cut myself out of the trap,
Found the proper map,
Now ready to run each lap.

Dread can cast a shadow over confidence,
Trapping you as a prisoner pinned by fright.

Crawling underneath the isolated ditch,
Hoping that avoidance will expunge fear.

Always hiding in that tiny corner,
As valuable time is being wasted away.

That dark cloud will haunt you if not conquered,
Always inflicting terror while controlling your life.

It’s never easy to confront apprehension in the face,
But a necessary task to break free from the darkness.

Cash is mandatory for existence,
Using currency to survive life.

Money can’t buy me purpose,
A feeling that thrives in the soul.

Seeking out meaning that’s priceless,
Causes which gold can’t purchase.

Time is mostly spent on forming reason,
Even finding dedicated motives at work.

Wealth is secondary to devoted ambitions,
Achieving trails that secure avenues of intent.

The beat generates tranquility,
Producing waves of comfort throughout the body.

Words stimulate symbols that provoke meaning,
Singing along with passionate purpose.

Calming the anxious soul during nervousness,
As blood flow reduces while hearing the song.

Seeing agitated animals become tame by the music,
Putting aside the salvage beast by napping on my lap.

Whenever the difficulties of the real world become tough,
Play that melody that brings you to a calm world.

Your face turns red with blood,
Seeing veins looking like they are about to burst.

Perspiration flow similar to a river,
As sweat falls down the face.

Temperature rises to levels of the sun,
Feeling like you are about to burn up.

Heart races to the speed of light,
Experiencing a high pulse that’s unsafe.

Most people see these signs as you are angry,
Witnessing fury which is affecting your health.

Take a deep breath by inhaling through your nose,
And exhaling directly out of your mouth.

You can help release the tension by proper ventilation,
Breathing out the stressors of life when furious.

Throwing in the towel without effort,
Afraid of the vicious blows.

Brutal punches are part of the game,
Stepping into the ring for conquest.

If we don’t fight for that win,
The belt will never be won.

We can be knocked out through a hit,
But losing by not trying is the ultimate defeat.

Climbing to the top of greatness,
As glory advances to maximum performance.

The peak of the mountain is reached,
With new heights soaring to bliss.

When we rise to the greatest point,
Eventually, we will fall to the bottom.

Contentment loses its altitude,
Bringing pain as joy can’t last forever.

Each time we drop to the ground,
Surging to elevated levels can be achieved again.

Traveling to another land to escape,
Yet the house offers misleading hope.

Leaving from home to seek a dream,
But the next location can’t fulfill bliss.

The exact problems are still alive,
Staying with you in your new residence.

Running from misery injuries the soul,
Stabbing the human mind with regret.

Pain is usually a warning sign,
Telling you damage is being inflicted.

When cause unleashes agony,
Torment tends to have purpose.

Struggling with ambition up that cliff,
Striving for success to reach the top.

Recognizing the obstacles of the hill,
As reason provokes the will against anguish.

Commitment is the source of meaningful pain,
Battling the resistance for a special prize.

Pain expresses creativity from the artist,
As the creator develops ideas inspired by misery.

The designer creates a masterpiece due to agony,
Sharing their work which is a symbol of meaning.

Throughout history, anguish has motivated the best works,
Establishing exhibits that have led to recognition from fame.

Even though despair is a horrible curse,
Possessing a wonderful imagination in art is a gift.

Traveling the long journey to glory,
Trying to reach the destination of success.

When progression is hurried by exertion,
Stamina will arrive at levels of exhaustion.

The momentum to victory requires steadiness,
Needing patience as the pace relies on mini strides.

Small steps are essential to attain greatness,
As the route to succeeding is a slow plan.

If desires to rush growth produce a craving,
Crush the urge by realizing the harms of speeding.

Pain is part of the plan today,
As misery claims today’s tournament,
But agony didn’t win the championship.

Tomorrow is meant to be played,
One which improvement can strive,
To start another day on a happy note.

Battling the remaining hours left,
Attempting to survive torment,
Using current time to heal wounds.

Even if the sun isn’t shining,
The next day begins a fresh test,
With a chance to excel in a new exam.

When misery controls my cognitions,
The bottle calls my name from every direction.

Trying to lure me in at my weakest moment,
Alcohol attempts to draw me back to addiction.

The cravings are strong when I am vulnerable,
But I fought too hard to give up on a long war.

Surrendering sobriety if I get drunk,
Forfeiting the happiness I achieved over the years.

Continuing to deny the false promises of the drink,
So a bright present and future could evolve.

The stigma from ordinary raises the bar,
Intensifying the level that’s regarded as success.

Society envisions a perfect portrait,
A picture with ideal coloring.

Black and white dye can possess boldness,
Yet life could judge the lack of bright colors.

The drawing still has the same meaning,
Even in the absence of glowing beauty.

When common is frowned upon,
Normal develops a bad reputation.

Artwork presenting stronger purpose is best,
Despite the masterpiece missing coloration.

If average offers powerful reason,
Design that great image with routine paint.

Fearing the predestined path is brutal,
As the heightened response dreads an upcoming plan.

Anticipating the worst scenario possible,
Stress takes its toll on the body and mind.

Dwelling the future route with scary predictions,
Panicking as alarms blare by not knowing the course.

The puzzle will be solved through time,
Playing the waiting game through fright.

Always focusing the on riddle is unhealthy,
Yet worry is a powerful emotion that is harsh.

Controlling anticipated anxiety is difficult,
But is manageable by forming a positive mindset.

Directing attention to structured activities helps,
Taking the cognitions to a place of harmony.  

Optimistic thinking while planning a schedule is key,
Pacing yourself towards the moment of truth correctly.

When you run that additional mile,
Is there a reward or just a pat on the back?

Each task achieved will certainly earn praise,
But the extra distance is for self-gratification.

Running the course to seek a prize,
Yet the award can’t be seen nor touched.

It’s an honor that shines inside the soul,
Working hard for that success that’s felt within.

If you are producing for someone else,
The recognition is certainly short lived.

Every time you emerge for your own glory,
An internal tribute forms that is priceless.

Persistence is the fuel for success,
Ignited by the sparks of passion.

Attacked by the enemy of imperfection,
Facing hardships on every battlefront.

Dueling problems with a strong sword,
Fighting for the ultimate cause in life.

A warrior never admits defeat in battle,
No surrender in the war for excellence.

When success is finally won by glory,
The blade of victory will shine with pride.

Once freed from sin,
New chapters started to begin.

No longer holding that knife,
While threatening people’s life.

Presented with that chance,
Now taking a righteous stance.

Promoting the message of peace,
Instead of letting rage become released.

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Danger played an unhealthy game,
Gambling my life for pathetic priorities.

Addiction almost ended my existence,
As searching for relief led to a harmful route.

Aggression triggered various explosions,
Suffering the blow of minor consequences.

With opportunity closing the trail to chances,
Potential needed to find a righteous path.

Once realizing sin would cause a conclusion,
Virtue started to prevail in a new chapter.

Society says tears of a man shows weakness,
That the warrior can no longer fight with honor.

He lost his ability to fight with his sword,
Unable to show aggressiveness in battles.

Sorrow from lost love is a justified defense,
Agony by the torturing whip breaks the man.

Resistance from not crying drains stamina,
A war all men lose by the hardships in life.

Doubting my true potential to shine,
Lacking the confidence to survive.

A soft blow will knock me over,
Collapsing as I am unstable.

Hiding to avoid showing weakness,
Scared to expose any signs of fear.

Attempting to display strength,
But fragility is easily noticeable.

Fighting to earn back optimism,
Trying to see bright colors.

Defeating the darkness requires courage,
A force that’s within myself and others.

Admitting that help is needed,
A trait that is hard to possess when frail.

Once I can reach out for assistance,
Recovery from vulnerability is possible.