I sit and wait for the moment to come
for the spark to pull me from the bottom
of this slump I often find myself in
where I can't find any inspiration

So desperate to create something better than good
hindered by words like "I wish that I could"
my admiration of others turns into self doubt
and I wonder what my whole life is about

I sit and wait for the moment to come
anxiety builds from the comparisons
of myself to others that excel in their craft
and my mind remains blank and time remains fast.

Everybody is looking for the Public Enemy
But what about a Public Friend?
They've been left under the pouring rain
Holding back bitterness and disdain
Trying to see the greatness again
Everyone needs a friend when the treatment is due.
There are no flukes or mistakes
Just luck and miracles.
And a push of dedication to not quit on someone.

Don't be a prisoner to mental slavery. Society wants us to be mediocre. Go to school, study, pass the test, those are all beliefs we are told since we can remember but are they really what you believe in? The window of life is so small that we must seize opportunities when they come. We need to get busy living before we are no longer able to. It happens way too often in society today that people are wearing clothing they don't like and doing jobs they don't want to be doing. You don't have to be a square piece that fits perfectly in the puzzle society lays out for everyone. Become a lion, don't let anyone or anything stop you from becoming what you want to become. So what's holding you back? Take control of your life.

Fear is an illusion...

You think its there, but its not
If you believe
If you trust
If you try
Fear is nothing

Touch your imagination.
Expand your power of creation.
Millions of souls reactant to your work.
Millions of people grabbing on to their worth.
You're a diamond covered in dirt.
Find something great far in the outskirt.
Brace yourself for the truth will hurt.

Sometimes when you read a verse
The words hit your soul hard
They make you wonder all night
“How can someone fabricate such a piece of art?”

The feeling each syllable holds
Gets carved into your heart
Words inspiring you to weave some of your own
Which might cause the ordinary populace to feel your warmth

With excitement flooding
You pick the quill only to wonder
Would your quill succeed in
Re-creating the magic
You recently witnessed?

You drop the quill
Not because of self-doubt
But because you just know
That some magic tricks only belong
With svelte magicians
And sometimes you yield sweet joy
In being touched by others
Just witnessing greatness…

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what is it makes a person
great in this sad world?
where there's such mediocrety
it is a precious pearl

is it that they have money?
that they have accrued
a trillion dollar bank account?
does this make a person good?

perhaps they have a famous face
or well regarded name
maybe they play basketball
and have a winning team

is it artistic talent?
was Vincent van Gogh lauded?
in his painful lifetime
was this man applauded?

perhaps they are as Edison
and have a brilliant mind
but Edison used Tessla
to him he was unkind

this is what I think
makes a man or woman great
that they give life their ALL
that they do not faint

if you sweep the street
and make it clean and bright
If you are an educator
and bring poor children light
if you are a poet
on a humble poetry site
it is forgiving others
not having to be right!
if you are a boxer
and don't give up the fight

this is what is greatness
it's not playing a part
it is truly living

with your entire HEART.


soulsurvivor
(C) 8/31/2015

When the day goes night.
Ascend into the sky, we do.
When everything's not alright.
Ascend into the sky, we do.
This is not real life, you are in a blue dream.
If this was real life, they'd call it a daydream.
The lonely kids are tired of pretending.
Their last option awaits, descending.
Parents on a blind search for what is missing.
All they ever needed was to get away.
All they ever needed was to feel the wave.
All I ever wanted was to save them.
From all of the corruption and mayhem.
Life needs a button labeled "redo".
If we do, what different would we do?
You see, there's others that loathe you.
But they'll never know what it's like to be you.