My natural instinct in
this flesh wrapped soul,
is to anestasize the
pain and ugliness of life.
Blackout the brutality and
cruelty in the world.
Close my eyes with *****,
drugs, ***, anything to
stop the oozing pain.

And then it dawned on me,
like the dew soaked morning,
opposite action is required.
Walk through the
pain with eyes wide open.
Let love and YHWH hold my
hand.
Sober, head held high.
Call me sentimental and foolish,
but I'm a real *******.

I'm going to embrace the beauty.
It is all around me.
It's painted in the
sunset of the robin's breast.
It's in the
sublime melody of
the starry night.
It's written in the
faces of all my brothers and
sisters in their pain and
struggles.

Love is the answer to
every question;
I have to die to grow;
like a seed, a cell,
a fractured heart.
Bring it On Life!
If you knock me down,
I'm getting back up.
I'm resilient, and
no longer afraid.
Yes, this world can be
brutal, and we often
lose the ones we love,
but I'm choosing
today, at this moment, to
take this wild ride called
life, and live it, and
love every second I have
left.

Then, I can leave victorious.
What the ****?
Everybody wants to win.

Victory is but a loss
We live our lives in a hunt
Hoping to catch the Lightning Bird
In our success of catching it, what is it,
That which we gain except the loss of adventure

Victory is but a suffering
We live our lives as servants of corpses
Hoping to live before we die
We search for people and moments
That make us feel alive, but when we find them
We suffer the loss of knowing we were alive all along

Victory is but an illusion

When dogs catch the car
What do they do?

Just don't think about those people
Who have left you with no choice
But to think the reason of your aloneness.

Just don't hover around,
Those,
Making you feel unworthy,
Shut their door,
And don't worry dear,
It isn't ego,
It's self-respect,
Self-help,
Self esteem and
Self-love.

Just don't be with those,
Bragging about their victory,
By belittling your tiny beginnings,
And don't worry dear,
It isn't that you aren't worthy,
But the person is so unworthy
To witness your
Victory by stepping tiny it's.

I may have faltered a zillionth times
my hurting and your peals of laughter,
weirdly they rhyme
but I will never admit defeat,
not to your depravity
and you call yourself
the king of undefeated rounds,
but honey, you're crowned with that title
but you're not as good as it sounds
remember when all my ounce of courage
finally coalesces?
knock out, worn out, hit you with a pound
guess what?
I finally won, let the world know,
LET IT OUT