One does not need to be born of royal birth to realize their nobality Their existence alone shows great triumph Over life’s pain and reality Deep inside our hearts we are all Kings and Queens Destined for a greater good To serve and protect humanity We are all of royal blood Coming from a nation called earth Fighting for peace and tranquility While we objectify the laws of gravity Letting our souls fly into a deep blue sky As angels kneel when we Fly by
oceans are so serene and beautiful. oceans are so black and peril. my ocean changes frequently, i don't have much control over the waves. some days the waves are a sparkly blue, with warm sunshine warming it through and through. it sways so calm and lazily. other days not so placid. just like that the waves turn black and freezing, and the water crashes, smothering any beauty or peace in its sight. i on my small boat, have to ride the waves no matter what, they are mine of course. when the sea storm rumbles and brews i whisper to myself “don't drown don't drown” don't drown. i refuse to let my ship sink and go down. why you ask? well.. because i force myself to think of how stunning the ocean is on the good days, and how much my ocean can withstand on a stormy day. even if it is easier to let the water push my body under and take me, i will not drown.
when you are in a low place, recall what a more beautiful "ocean" looked like. everyone has dark days and peaceful days, find a balance. find the strength.
Often I wonder which is harder 'Singleness or Marriage' How do we do it? The struggles of being with someone and remain purified sexually The focus we must attain in this manner The mindset of suppressing **** and passion Remaining without touch till the set time Our partners how they seemingly accept the challenge but later deviate; With talks like ‘am only human’. How we look innocent but crave deep down for a tiny piece The chain of celibacy a slavery we were made to follow Or else anguish and chastising Am broken and torn The lessons I learnt I hold dearly Corinthians stated worries Oh my fate! When whilst thou end, this status I cross around my neck Wait! but don’t look waiting The side talks and jest, the respect long lost Yours will be the latest I know Happen already! Wait on God permanent anthems now Smile and wave don’t show it Or you are jealous. Be happy and suppress Be hopeful and pray For how long! Be patient, kind, God’s time is the best Oh when! It’s been 3 decades and counting No judging authority I only want to be loved Now I live for myself alone no deviation from love and service I will do not just right but the right way With God before me.
This poem is centered on the travails of singlehood, marriage is considered preferable sweet, the holiest and perfect tag also everyone's dream and singleness the No game, unwanted and some sort of plague everyone is running away from.
Listen here listen here The world is so **** ******* Maybe all these terrible things are happening because it’s trying to be renewed Our president is so whack He keeps stabbing innocents in the back Praising Arnold Schwarzenegger by acting as if he’s the terminator Pero his wife’s an immigrant too American dream who
We pretend to honor the OG’s who created this land But now your trying to get them all banned claiming them all to be rapists and murderers Be humble sit down i'm tired of all these racial slurs
He says “We cannot aid Puerto rico forever” But really we need to be working on this together Puerto Rico is just a metaphor for how this president sees all Latinos and people of color He does not see us as his equals, nor does he sees us as his fellows
Having the mindset being male and white Is the only possibility of being right Were all humans , we all fit in the same race. We should not be considered by the color of our face Yet somehow the white get all the praise Why are we still stuck in this racist faze
Since 1963 when Martin Luther King said in his speech “It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But 100 years later the ***** still is not free” To this day even if they try not to say The ***** is still treated so falsely.
Take a moment now to open up your eyes and stop all the self lies Get rid that hate to open up the gate to a whole new perspective A much more un discriminative kind Then maybe just maybe the world wouldn’t be so **** *******
The best part of being alive is that you got to decide. Never settle for less than what you can aspire. Don’t listen to people who determine your worth by what they see on the outside. You have a thoughtful mind and know exactly the value of your heart. Your happiness is in your hands. Don’t you dare let it slip through your fingers. The hate must not influence your mindset. You are you. Think like you.
Put yourself in an environment & let yourself go No plans u must follow Just letting it all flow A path with no limits Just free living at its best Following intuition Put your mindset to rest Where you'll end up Is a path only u can unfold It's a journey u must Go out & explore
I can stick a gun in my mouth and it will jam. I can cut myself and miss. If I set myself on fire; it will rain to put me out. I can work up an appetite and not eat. If I stick my face to the wind; I won’t burn my skin. The world spins and I stay still. I can hear bombs from miles and crush rocks to sand. Give life to what is dead. I can move a hill to mountains’ domain and they won’t argue. I can throw the world into chaos and be praised. When I sit long enough; it is art. A mind can be set for this outcome. A person can image great future and greed. We have this power to march for one. We have this power to march for all. An unmovable object walks into a room. Does the room move with it? Or does it still stay? An unstoppable object steps on dry land. Does it *****? Or does it stay together? We are not malleable for a reason. But we can be broken with such few spaces. Such small and uneasy movements from across the world. It can be miles; but next to us. It’s impossible to march if no one knows how to dance. To waltz into trouble is easier than a solution’s dream. It is elegant and depressing as the same. We can compare scars but stay clothed and masked for others. We sometimes don’t miss when we cut. Sometimes the gun goes off. When a fire burns; it won’t be put out quick enough. This is real. This is life. But words mean more. Word mean more than actions because words are forever. A page can be lost and found. Paper can be cut and burned. But it’s still there in the mind of the writer. It’s still there in the mind of the poet. We as humans have the ability to move the hills. Move the world. But we care to not join. We, as many others, keep straight. We fall into the lines given ease. Giving the ease a way into the mindset of strength. Too much hate. Too much greed. Too much misunderstood points and confusion. We want to identify as something else to make us special. We want to be different than the person better than us. We worry about who said this and what they had done today. We look at horrifying things all day and change a picture to match it. We are numb. We are ignorant. We are invincible. And that’s sad.
It was bad enough when opinionated white men were the only ones You saw them when you opened your set Haven’t processed it yet Gave bert my last four dollars Fear I may live in squalor If I screamed and hollered Would it help It was bad enough when opinionated white men were the only ones Merrily followed by opinionated white women Black men Black women The Asians The Haitians Good gracious The whole gang A whole gaggle of them Each one more opinionated than the other A chorus that roars of Incredible bores Tuned into the conversation next door It too was a bore Everyone’s hysterical If it weren’t so serious Would almost be comical The what if demons Threaten to demean us What am I going to do I have no money You think this is funny I could go hungry See what I mean Why should I care Money will appear from somewhere If I only can believe it It was bad enough when opinionated white men My pill popping hon Busted in on my fun He’s out of pills I’ll see what I can do I’m out of them too My appointment’s on Monday I know it’s not even Sunday It’s the best I can too I'm out of them too And then opinionated white women What of it He twists and turns Thinks something is wrong with him They examined all over him No one’s yet uncovered Discovered his apparent rigidity Stupidity, in moments near to him Rigidity can be good or bad Happy or sad Depends if your frozen or fried Broiled or foiled Sautéed or filleted Or nicely done hon What was I saying Yeah, rigidity’s a *****. Always on the hook You play it by the book You’re ready to defend Opinionated white men Seeking some advantage Prowling for an entrant Doesn’t matter I’m not a contestant I play by the book Which book are you looking for They change by the season They change by the reason They change by the color They change by the number They change by the thunder They change by the why They change by the hi(gh) They change by the sigh They change by the discipline It took to get here I need a break from this exchange Dear Finally, they’re gone Glorious alone-time My mind can roam-time Away from the beehive Mind-hive project set. Are you ready set It’s bad enough when opinionated white men were the only ones Were the whole set, subset, sweat set upset Not yet set Yet set Ready set Go set Maybe set Maybe no set Rap set Whoa set She said set I’ll get back to you on that set But not yet set I need a rest set For god’s sake Let me think about it It’s only been nine years Nine months Nine days nine minutes Nine seconds A split sec Compared to an eternity set It was bad enough when opinionated white men were the only ones You saw them when you opened your set Haven’t processed it yet Must be hiding way out on the net set My God, how can I talk about rigidity But I’ve changed my mindset Ok? But, not yet.