Personal happiness applys a standard to move forward.

On a pessimistic note, as it sets a willful mind off track in fear of mistakes,

separation resets our procrastination entitled to self loath for regrets.

You set yourself up for failure.

As we refrain counting back the steps of recreational substance abuse,

it's just asking for counter clock-wise reenactments.

On a positive note, foreseeing a common continuum of false thoughts that manifest as it resets.

A realization amung the powerless cause a brave forsight continued in conduct

to bewilder a disappointment on a controlled lack of ongoing self destruction.

We have to have enough self respect for selfishness to look what's in front and forget what's behind us.





Help is on the way in a matter of how you portray your feelings.

We control it by a friends mission to seek what's missed.

We get over it, with a mother kiss.

Hope for the best is all we can admit.

Hit or miss, love is in us, as we walk the plank of faith.

Like a prom queens gown that doesn't fit or a stain on a wedding dress.

Our imperfections are what made us perfect.



Lazy skills in double vision cause a second opinion.

We call for an ambulance to cure a broken heart we all get in this lifeless jungle we live in.

When the doctor we call for has nothing but a dollar sign with no intentions for a death wish.

We trust this, "why not? What's the worst that could happen believe me *******?"

Trust me and my degree, but in the first stage of having a healthy baby you learn

to trust a crazy sinerio in a **** testing community.

We are raised in this blind sighted society as walking zombies.

One heart beat turned into separation anxiety.





So I drink beer, as I'm always giving out my writings, like a discount on sale.

Like a kitten we pet, I share them and do nothing with it.

I wonder why I feel what I have to say means nothing like a decoration.

When my friends truly relate, with a bottle in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other.

I don't know what to do with them in the end of a conversation.

I will say I like what I have to say, but it's just that it goes nowhere.

Just me adding a another selfless crime to reset our minds of how we read in between the lines.

I heard from our elders,

                             " To be a GRAND soul,
                                        We are, even without all pieces,
                                 The sum of Ourselves "

The initiation of purpose and fate,
Entangle us,
All poets, to the deepest roots.
A Question that God asked,
Yet, had to seek the answer himself,

You are on a sacred journey,
Ambitious choices.
A fearless entity.
A purified energy, rekindled to teach.

Life,
Is the red morning glaze, in the sky.
A cue,
Buried in the psyche of mankind.
& Death,
Only a beautiful sunset, the deepest.

I heard stories of Egypt
The Afro-Asiatic language they spoke.
Was a type of SOUL THREAD
The people who were left,
Only knew,
what was left of a god.
A life not meant for him,
He serves a bigger fate.
& he knew the troubles.
The war. That was arising.

Praise to understand,
Was a principal.
A devoted remedy,
Civilization.

Who we think we are applys
To who we become.
An untested theory,
A spark,
      in the engine created,
          in the early years of A.D
                before man understood what God lived.

     A Quote from Micheal Meade's "The Water Of Life"
                                 A book on  Mythology.

                                            " When drawn together,
                                Two halves symbolize who a person must be,
                                          Being & becoming who we already are,
                                                      Means accepting certain incurable things
                                           & finding certain indelible Qualities within. "