Is it wrong if I’ve given up on Life?
I move up, I’m brought down.
Humbled, I learn.
The lessons I hate.
Why judge the to be judged?
I blame life, yet I’m in control, or so I’m told.
What is ****?
What is strange?
Is it the eyes you use for viewing?
Or is it the viewed?
Funny is fun, yet I see no joke in me.
Laughed at, laughed about.
Is it the tickles of the cheeks,
Or the crooked humouring ignorance you carry?
No apology paid for my looks.
No debts, no receipts.
Is the ******* all we’re living up to?
Is the finger pointing, the flag we *****?
I know there’s a place for me,
But I ain’t looking for it.
Is it life that I live,
If all I do is fit in?
No longer enjoying the comfort zone.
About to move to higher levels non-stop.
With a catch;
Never be comfortable of the steps you take towards Success.
What’s to differ when what differs doesn’t differ?
What’s special, when special comes not but by attention?
If we came the same way,
and we end the same way.
Yet I brag of what the Tombstone doesn’t highlight.
How am I special?
What’s unique, when all’s unique comes and goes the same?
My life is nothing but a worthless farthing,
Yet I brag.
As a child’s thoughts fade,
so is fame and works forgotten.
Reliving a person’s life is a waste.
That space has already been taken.
Leave your mark, and keep remarking.
Amateur Hustle Sonnet.
You’re focused on me and I’m also focused on myself.
No wonder I think I’m the Centre of the world.
Don’t try to do what I do.
Do what you do better than what I do.
I hate Dreamers, coz that’s all they do.
No Talent is Talent without Habit.
If you want it, work for it.
But don’t blame Life for your shortcomings.
You know you had it coming.
You can’t reap without sowing, unless you steal of course.
No farm is cultivated through imagination.
Motivation doesn’t just spark up action.
Motivation gets stuck in ideas.
Action sparks action.
****** Hustle Sonnet.
I can't help it
Never have I tried to stop
Every time my world just flops
Enter the world of my crazy
Don't stay or you'll be crazy
Can't talk now
On my way somewhere fast
Forget me not
Feel my waves as I run away
Entertainment at its finest
Early risers need it highest
I need coffee
to the colouring book
and the maddening imagination
the insistence of the scribes
and the glandular power of our missions
of the dome and the species
the turn of the trickster
and the business being
within our clan
in our hand
in the span of our grind
a product of our natters
is there shared scheme in mind ?
- an inhabiter
what's it about?
the daily grind
evolving one day
at a time
large and small
to leave my legend
not quite divine,
and failure is not
stay out of my way
I'm here to grab
the things they said I couldn't have
let the dogs bark. The lion knows who is King of the jungle
just trying to get stronger
one day at a time
1 hour of exercise a day, MINIMUM
20 minutes of meditation
Striving forward, the bustle of the daily grind
The need to be that one percent better each day
We're all putting in this effort to find
The goals that lead us on our way.
Remembering not to compare ourselves to anyone
To focus on our own path and growth
Taking care not to forget to have fun
And to avoid the things that we loathe.
Each and every one of us has a unique story
That unravels as we work towards what we find worthwhile
For some its joy, for others its glory
That motivates us to move in our own style.
On our way we meet other people
And really this is the trick to life
To surround ourselves with those we feel
Are also working towards something worthwhile.