The lightness of your     spirit bounces by,
like a binding ether      joining all the dots.

I cannot even
Begin to tell you how much
I've missed our friendship.

She raises her hand in victory
For being an outstanding student
Always exercising her mind
And making valuable usage of her time
Willing to learn everything
As she embarks on her journey
With every new page
She continued to become more sage

I write songs about negative things. I write about it because I need to take those things and put them on paper. I have to do that because I'm taking it out of myself and putting it away. Not away in the back of my mind, but away as in away from me for good. It's the way I deal with things. I don't really write songs about happiness or joy. I don't have to deal with those things, it's there. I don't have to get them out of me, I want them here. I'm not focusing on negative things, I'm focusing on being happy and joyful all the time that I can. Don't get me wrong, I'll probably write songs about positive things in the future. Although, right now, somehow, negative is rhyming better than positive.

She would
borrow
the words from
whispering winds

She would steal
the tunes from
singing birds
and would
create
a world of
songs around her

Indifferent to
the shackles of time,
unaffected by
the fetters of fate,
she would sing
many songs

Songs of hope
songs of love
songs of joy
songs of freedom
songs of songs

Today

I saw
her wandering free,
free from fetters
shackles and all...

I saw
her singing along
with those birds
from whom she used to
steal her tunes,
and kissing the winds
that used to
lend her their words...

And I heard
the sky whisper
to the earth:
'She has
enchanted
her dreams
into life!'

Praise one God and I thank him for his mercy,
  
He's not just the kings of kings but of course  he's worthy,
  
Now I blow like a hurricane  and ain't talking no smoke,

I crack like a egg but ain't talking no yolk,

I could explain where I'm from but I rather thank the lord,
  
Undefeated  saints just check the score,
  
We not clapping them triggers we just clapping are hands,

We not listening to others just obeying commands,

Rather it's free will or independents,  

Seems like when I talk about it they get offended,

  God is good God is great,    

Thank the lord for this plate,  

They Say I'm outta order so they order me to go,

  I'm screaming thank you Jesus into everybody knows,

Soar like a eagle remain like a plane,
  
I'm higher then high and i don't do *******,
  
Learning this wisdom while building this development,

Feeling so large I might be a elephant,
  
Pursing my goals I feel the achievements,  

Slowly recovering I feel the treatments,  

Taking advantage of these opportunities,
  
Helping these people like  a community,  

Stand for a cause or don't stand at all,

Running for freedom like football,


You should  take it back but there ain't no takeaways,
  
So raise them hands and just praise,

Shot right though you like a bullet,

  I'm cooking these words like a skillet,
  
My faith is stronger then the world's strongest man,  

Its scaring all the people i used to hang with like the bogeyman,

I'm throwing alley oops call me cp3,

I'm throwing words at your face like 3D,

Ain't no stopping this degree of where I'm at,  

I'm moving though traffic  while they still got a flat,

Life is always beautiful and colorful.
But I'm not so sure I'm ready to be joyful.
Dear friends, and soulmates-clear your duties for today.
For, now is the day for getting free of things in our way.
Dear friends- we don't need a long time.
Just some free room and some free air to roam around, and feel  free.
Don't judge us by the burdens we have.
But, by the activities we choose or refuse.
Call it an instinct, or an intuitive feeling;
I've got my life in order for the dealing.
You've got troubles, I've got mine!

For some reason
No matter the brilliant imagery
And the shiny diction
Poems always end up sounding
And feeling
Sad

If I write about
The glorious rays of sun
Like pure drops of gold
The days of summer
Hearing children's laughter
Splashes of the pool
Staying up late outside
Listening to the chorus of crickets
The taste of fruity popsicles
Stickiness from the giant slice
Of watermelon
I could go on and on

But as hard as I try
There is always a sadness
To whatever I read
To whatever I write
And I wonder why

Is it because they are memories?
Things we long for?
Unattainable dreams?
Even things we have now…
Are they tinted with what all the ifs?
I have not once read a poem
That made me feel happy
I haven’t written a poem
That has made me joyful
Sure some have made me laugh
Some have made me feel proud
I can relate to some
But I don’t think
A poem will ever make me happy.