T.V. Screens telling us visions
But yet we do not see

Shelves full of bibles
But we do not read
Wonder why we are unholy

Twisted thoughts while seeking clairity
No wonder why we don’t see clearly

Living in a world that’s full of fantasy
Stomachs full of ******
Seekers of love but still feel lonely

Rain drops amaze her
The sound of Gods tears hitting the ground
Make her wonder what is he crying about

A thousand Hearts chase after her
But she still claims I am the one

Deep breath as she tells me she is my lover
I pray to God to never lose her
For if I do, that will be the last time I breath

Poets know anxiety better than they know themselves

Words inspired by pain while trying to learn how to love themselves again

Since they sometimes can’t feel love
They write about it
Read about it and make others feel it

That way they can still experience it
Through those going through it

Poets know anxiety better than they know love

I feel 2 weak to be too strong
How long did I hold on? 2 long
She played my heart like a violin
Twisting and plucking 2 strings
2 many feelings for me 2 just leave
I tried and I tried, I kept coming back 2 her
My heart wouldn’t let me go far
Now here I stand hoping she wouldn’t keep me waiting for 2 long

Time is so rude
But determined in its agenda
It never stops for anyone or anything
It disregards all of our feelings and emotions
It never moves back or fast forward  
Time only exists in the present
We were born to embrace it and enjoy it
While we still have it
The rich can’t buy it, even they can’t afford it
The poor seem to struggle more with it
Which do you value more?
Time or peace
What good is peace without time
And what good is time without peace

                                                               ­        - Tuffy M

Those who laugh at the caterpillar
Will one day envy the butterfly

It’s not the beginning that defines us
It’s the ending that makes us

Fly butterfly, fly
Go own acres in the blue sky

Aching bones, morning soreness
Hit the alarm, ignore the snooze
5 am my body aches, it begs for sleep
I must continue, fight this pain
Even when it hurts I must find a way
This pain I must get through

Set after set
I lift metal, jump hurdles, curl bells,
Aching bones speak to me
begging me to give up
Ignore that last set, try again tomorrow

Here I go, knees shaking, back aching, palms sweating, fingers swollen, head spinning
I lift that last set because I am a warrior, a soldier, a fighter and not a quitter