written on his face
the story of adversity
the trials he'd met
through his life's journey

nothing came on a silver salver
he did it tough
all his times were
rougher than rough

his boozing mother
sold her wares on the streets
she liked nothing better
than to be between the sheets

his daddy died in the winter
of nineteen fifty two
he had fallen victim
to an awful dose of flu

that boy had seen
so much sadness in his days
he struggled and battled
through those darkest of days

nothing was easy
it never was meant to be
his journey through life
was one of adversity

Last night feeling down, I heard you.
So strange and powerful.
Made me realize there is a God.
Something bigger, something golden.
Instant happiness.
I began to see things in a brighter light.
The next day I began to lose your sound.
I wondered if I would ever hear you again.
And then you surprised me, tears of joy.
Thank you, Thank you Lord.

Been in a great mood washed the car
Hung with my cousin and his girlfriend
Had the last to days off
Got my workout done
I like to read and do cardio
Taking care of myself I got my brows waxed
Now I dont look like oscar the grouch
Loud music blasting in my ears
Driving feels right the road is home
Not getting involved with others drama
Minding my business laughing and joking with my cousin who has the same sense of humor
Not dating anymore not seeking love or approval of others
Not writing dark or falling into bad habits

See the young one's shining face
Freshly joined the human race
Chubby cheeks and wrinkled ***
Flailing arms and little tum

A life of learning lays ahead
But rest for now your weeny head
What this miracle will be, who knows
With his tiny hands and feet and snotty nose

Stop your mewling now be calm
You're coming to no harm
I'll hold you for a little while
Although your shrieks do cause alarm

Why choose now, oh little one
To exercise those fearsome lungs
And then projectile squirt
Green ***** on my nice clean shirt

I'll hand you back, you look much better
In your mother's arms
I feel I am immune alas
To your supposed charms

Quiet now, would I hold?
If you don't mind I will refrain
If I may be so bold

Left with an odour, a downright smell
I must confess
I don't do babies very well

What relief, they've gone away
Give me a dog any day

mining companies
dig holes in the landscape
they scar it's beauty

My parents marital bed, twas very plentiful
Seeds of love did sprout, they were bountiful

Eleven babes were born, one short of a dozen
Fecundity they could tout, a tally so bountiful

A brood of progeny, fertile twas their pairing  
Ever a large brood about, an abode bountiful

Each of the children, bringing a festival of mirth
Growing in nurture devout, truly quite bountiful

An endowment of pride, from a loving couple
A clan which did spout, of gifts most bountiful

Once you've finally
come to realize that
the little ones are the
only good human beings
.
Your trust in anything at all
is all but gone.
Your back now as worn
out as a well read
paperback.

And your heart,
your starving,giving
unselfish heart has
now been hardened
by the loose,uncaring
women
you gave it to.

You got to just
barrel through it all
while taking it real
easy on the breaks.

The burdens of society,
the addictions,her wants
and what little
you have to give.
That on going
struggle within yourself
between what you
want to do and
that in which keeps her happy,
a roof over your heads
and gas in that guzzler.

We are cursed with a
narrow perspective,
unlike the butterfly who
sees in all realities.

Learn how to survive
and consume with the least
amount of your potentials
and call this success.

Decay always begins
once growth ends.
And there will be
plenty of dreams
to **** tomorrow