In my folly, of following fathers that have come before me;
I find myself lost, strewn about, and blown off course.
Teachers taught me time, in only the most linear of directions.
Yet the sins of those long past, seem to rest a weight,
Heavy upon my back.
Each of us an Atlas, on our knees before our masters.

It seems quite the contradiction, to have freedom inside a system.
Where rules are loose, in their applied use.
A game of pick and choose;
Played with loaded dice, that always seem to favor the few.
We the beast of burden, weakest first, penthouses the new-age church
Where the powers preach the verse.

Lost in our lack of direction, like southern-bound birds,
Plucked of their feathers.
Grounded in work boots, dumbfounded and resolute,
In poisoning our connective roots.
Fields of flowers and acres of pine, burning with the flame,
Stolen from us, somewhere along the line
A sinking ship, with only ***** rags to plug the holes.
Streets once paved with gold,
Forever cracked like our collective souls.

Even when the days, are the darkest shade of ash and gray
I’ll find my way
                          Even when black holes, swallow up my summer sun
                          I’ll never run
Even when winding roads, leave me lost and all alone
I’ll always find my way back home
                          Even when my veins, are coursing with numbing pain
                          I’ll never forget my name
Even when love, is emptied dry from my cup
I’ll raise it to the rain, and watch the world fill it up again

Some trudge with thorns that only Jesus knows,
bent arrows only Jesus could remove.
Yet burning darts remain so fire might prove
rich purity of hearts, which suff'ring shows.
Chaperoned by sorrow’s lonely silence,
while moaning winds that ride the morning mists
portend the threat'ning storms of each day’s fists,
weary souls conceal distressing violence.
But Jesus holds their slightest measured pain,
as well as most excruciating arrow,
for He who governs ev'ry falling sparrow
won’t let His children’s trials wound in vain.
And resting in His all-sufficient grace,
they’re strengthened by His love to win their race.

like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon
I raise my own tattered wings to the sky
cursing the inadequacies,
throwing away all doubts,
shedding my second skin of half-truths
thrown into my head
by words so keen on my own destruction.
by time that had stopped for three hundred days.
by a pen that seemed never ending,
inhibiting the thoughts within my head.

with a new smile in my eyes
I take a newfound strength in my arms,
lift up my wings
and bring myself into a new flight.

Greet with love the morning sun
It shines for you and everyone
Rise in strength for work and fun
Arise and start to get things done

Get it done
While having fun
With everyone
In the morning sun

Don’t let your daily goals await
While sunshine sees you sleeping late
You’ll not reach prosperity’s gate
But dreams pass by, for lesser fate

Claim your fate
Prosperity’s gate
You’ll not be late
When your dreams await

Imagine energy passing through
Your body now, and strength renew
The morning sun holds power for you
Success in everything you do

You can do
What’s here for you
When you daily renew
As the sun shines through

I keep on waiting for a message that will never come
I should be done
Yet I am still painting pictures of future tinted in rose colours
Yeah, it's true I no longer spend my hours in obsessive reminiscing
i no longer see us kissing
I try to think of you no more
I have built a wall around parts of my memory
You are hidden, no longer in front of me
No ghostly whispers in a corner of my mind
Yet, I did not leave you behind
You keep on knocking on the doors to my consciousnesses
sometimes you barge in, cause a ruckus, feeling of helplessness
And then your projection hides herself again
Just to reappear, me never knowing when

I'm growing stronger, I'm forgetting
Romantic scenes are no longer upsetting
But your imprint remains
Leaving ****** stains as it walks through my brain
But I feel no pain
... I'm okay

1st Round:
You escape from your corner and start to move around the ring, moving and dancing, studing your opponent. You throw a punch here and there just to see their reaction. During this round you are deciding if you want to win. If you do, you have to take a risk and hit with a good combination.

2nd Round:
You keep moving and bringing more punches and risk those good combinations. You are feeling confident and great. Your opponent is responding to you, but you finish strong and win the round.

3rd Round:
Starts great. After two minutes you bring a huge left to the face and your opponent start to wiggle a bit. Their legs seem weak and they grab at you to stay up. You try to bring some flurries, but somehow you cannot end this little struggle. The bell rings and somehow you finish, winning the round.

4th Round:
This round starts slow as you try to bring more punches, but you are not doing much damage. Yet again you win the round, but you are worried.

5th Round:
You come back as you fight like a butterfly and sting like a bee, and you hit with right and put them on the knee! Your best round, and you are able to knock them down and open a cut.

6th Round:
You are now feeling a bit of fatigue and your opponent is able to take the range and some distance. At the end of the round they bring a huge right hook to your chin that you never saw coming. You go down. You are on the floor. You are down on the floor and you don’t know who you are. You don’t know where you are. Suddenly you here a voice, “Stand up! Do something!” You can here the referee, “Three! Four! Five!” Your opponent is mocking and celebrating. People all around are screaming at you. You turn your body, “Six!” and you stand up tall, “ Seven!” The ref asks you if you can continue. You bring your hands high. You are wobbling and are out of it. Yet you finish. You lose the round.

7th Round:
Your opponent keeps hitting you. You are dizzy, but you start to getting back. You slowly start to change your game plan. You finish the round—losing. Yet you have tried your best.

8th Round:
You are getting back in game. Getting stronger, but your opponent is too. You make some new moves and your body is great again, and you feel energized. This round is even.

9th Round:
You are doing amazing! Moving and dancing as never before. And then… BOOM. Your opponent brings a huge body shot! This slows you down so much and you are trying to catch a breath. It’s hurt so bad and it’s difficult to breathe. You knew that their body shots were heavy hitting, and you expected it, but you also underrated its’ strength. Now you are dizzy and moving around the ring. You know deep down you were prepared for that shot. You slowly start to catch your breath….

The bell rings and you are safe as you go to your corner. Your trainer is screaming, “You are blowing it son!” You are on your stool and that body shot was nasty and you are feeling it. You are hurt.

This your time to decide if you are going back in again or is it time to quit. There are few rounds left. The Championship rounds. You have to know that you can still win, even if you lost a couple of rounds badly and are now feeling weak.

But I am going in. I know I am going to have my second wind with a new resolve.

Are you quitting or will you finish strong?