With money as long as train smoke I still cant afford to buy a day of happiness
And my smiles possess the look of a counterfeit
As my eyes are scorched with aching sadness of a boy who has just lost his way
And with a heart big as a giant the many fears that entrap my days
And keep me imprisoned in my repetitious circle of life that curses me with paralyzed feet
As thought I stand motionless for the world to pass me by with piercing eyes of judgment
And without a fair and just trial for I beg and plead for my innocence
Before a weathering season of guilty rain that floods and destroys my fields of harvest
That is washed away as fresh strokes of paint to a textured canvas
That leaves nothing but a trace of dripping confusion that outlines my dreadful soul
And the many words I speak with the utmost of knowledge spills out with a harsh and violent tone
That fails to be heard as a merciless song written in the absence of sincerity
To a crowd that leaves bitterness outside in the grasp of the ambient night
I certainly reach out for the hands of pleasure in exchange for the unpredictable hands of pains
That strikes me with repeated blows of vengeance to a heart of mistaken identity wrongfully accused
The many questions that eat away at my mind
I free with a releasing whisper in hope of them returning to me someday
With an answer to my grieving prayers as I looks aimlessly towards the heavens
As though waiting for my beloved father to return home all the while knowing it will never happen
I travel to places that only exist in my mental where the sun speaks to the morning
And the swaying trees dance with the hurried winds that pass through
And leaves behind a breath of fresh and cleansing air that I cling to with clinching eyes
I weep for freedom to ring that echoing bell as my hands interpret my soulful poetry
That illustrates the fulfillment of life while crucifying blatant sorrow with valiant joy
I just strive to survive the many wars declared within my nature
The fear that walks within from the lion's roar that outweighs the contract of peace
Now null and void to a society that has misunderstood penmanship
Now after waiting for so long to exhale my quiet soul wonders to what may come of me next
If you plan with the intentions of success being the reward then how in the world can you possibly fail yourself.
Borrack Obama for President
Patience is the ability to endure waiting, delay, or provocation without becoming annoyed or upset, or to persevere calmly when faced with difficulties.
Family is all that matters not some of the times but all off the times. Value the time and love the ones that make your family your family.
To go places youve never been you gotta go in doors you have yet to open.