What would I do without the open cages of my diary pages?
The gaps and spaces
the untie of my knots and laces
To come and go as free
The grips of its closer once I breathe my deepest of breaths
The extent of loyalty that stretches deeper than between the lines
It doesn't need to understand or define
My poetic lines
metaphors and dramatic rhymes
Similes to fuse a synergy
A connection a piercing injection
A time and a place for my passions erections
To the cage and each section
Till I'm pierced with the eyes of breathless perfection
The lost thoughts of my own direction
The blur of perception
Obstacles and objections
The truth of my soul spreads as a contagious affection
Not to the entire but a chosen selection
I sit and write the pages of my diary
To listen and feel the texture of my voice
The raise of my cheeks when I'm smiling
The stagger of my pen when I'm nervous
The hesitation gripped by confusion
and yet I am encouraged
To press on
and let the ink breathe to inspire
The release of my desolate fire
Through the mics wire
From a whisper to raise my voice higher
Exalted angelic choir till the life of my soul expire
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.