Best Up To Me Poems
If it’s to be, it’s up to me, determination fuel with faith
A strong desire. Not just the thoughts of good intentions alone,
Put actions in place, and follow through to the end.
Think not of the impossible until you’ve tried,
What’s the worst that can happen anyway?
When you’re trust is in God, and situations in disarray.
In ordinary circumstances one would have quit and call it a day.
Nothing comes easy; life isn’t a bed of roses, the truth everyone should hear
I believe in miracles, and dreams can come true. Not only a matter of the heart
But a strong desire to achieve, and be committed to the end.
If it’s to be it’s up to me SMART is a good place to start.
S - pecific
M- easurable
A – ttainable
R – ealistic
T- imely
Smart is the word a road map our guide, a good place to begin
But we all must do our part.
I am going to write about ko
Does it take a knock out to teach you a lesson?
Yeah
It teaches me never to depend on a man
Because yeah I have a tendency to do that
No good
It teaches me that life depends on me
And I'd better not be sleeping
Yeah it woke me up
from unconsciousness
Lol, is that possible?
Yeah I've been sleepwalking
Jolted me up
Sure thankful for the lesson
From now on it's going to be me - my term
No more compromised positions
This girl is growing up
Open up to me,
and Ill warm you from the cold.
Open up to me,
and Ill turn your weakness bold.
Open up to me,
when the world holds you to defeat.
Open up to me,
and all my best effort,
will be to make your dreams complete.
Open up to me,
when no one will listen.
Open up to me,
and your every wish and desire will be my mission.
Open up to me,
for its your happiness I pursue.
Open up to me,
for I have opened up to you.
The blind would see
The poor would have riches
Everyone would be happy
Those are my wishes
The deaf man would hear
You would get a second chance
There would be no fear
Instead of sitting, you'd dance
The stars would tell stories
And the mute man would sing
The sky would show glory
And the lonely'd wear rings
The fearful would be brave
The shy would be friendly
Free would be the slaves
If it were all up to me
We are virtually interconnected
Yet socially disconnect to our demise
Modernity rewards ignorance
The ignorant condemn the wise
We’re a society addicted to addictions
Hungry for knowledge that’s void of proof
Confirmation bias is perplexing and pervasive
Paradoxically – leaving us disinterested in The Truth
We are over fed yet starving for nourishment
We’re uncertain full of absolutes and certainties
Content - yet unhappy with our status
No one can help us - only you can set you free
We express our humility through patronizing arrogance
We want change, but don’t want to change anything
We seek perpetual self-satisfaction
Only to suffer incessant pain
We give the perception of fame and fortune
Ironically longing for self-worth and prestige
The emptiness of self-admiration
Unaware – you hold your key
Embody the dreams of your passions
The passions will live in your dreams
Life is simply all that we make it
That’s it –
This life – is up to me
I listen as she slowly breathes
Praying to God this isn't when she will leave
So far she's lasted longer then anyone thought
Now wrapped up in the red tape we are caught
Papers waiting to be signed
Every dotted one they underlined
Knowing that she can't read them and would just not understand
Leaving each and every choice solely in my hand
Not wanting to give up the right
To choose where she sleeps at through the day and night
Now will all my concerns be taken into thought
Or once I sign will I be the one they forgot
Will she be kept with the ones that care
Or just sent off any where
Here on this I may have just rambled
But on her health I can not gamble
She's not laying in a bed of clovers
And there's nothing like " Do Overs"
As a full grown and some what hard man
I shed a tear and try to understand
If the tables would be turned
Simply in Hell would I burn
Maybe God would just carry me away
Knowing, I did the best I could ever day
But when she gone would she be proud
Thinking I did what was best while crying out loud
An Uncle charlie Original
© 2011 unclecharlie
Go f yourself was what I tell God
I am tired
of all the bull s
From now on it's going to be on my terms
I am not the kind that would put up with all the bs
But I did it for God
Thinking I can change who I am
But I can't
Sorry God
No can't do
I can't change it for You
So take it or leave it
You can call it rebellion if you like
But I was not happy pleasing You
If You are not happy that's fine
But I will not bent over backward for You
I love You I respect You
But I have to be myself
If You don't like it, tough
That's what You get for raising me
No appreciation
Haha
Not
But I am serious
I will tell You like it is
If You don't like it
You can go somewhere else
I am serious
So the next time I tell You off
Know why
And You can be mad if you like
Or do whatever
But I will not change for You!
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Left a little song today
Cannot will not give it all away
Thoughts be screamin, cryin, breathin, streamin all for nothin
Or all up to me
All up to me
Can't you all see it's all for me?
Inspired by the group Mother Mother
His chord progression helped me think of a possible song. (:
It is up to me to choose
Who I wish to be
It is up to me
To choose what I think
Is best for me
It is up to me
To choose whether
I prefer the fragrance of flowers
Or the tranquillity of calm lagoons
It is up to me
To be that which I fit in best!
It is up to me
To shut off the loud din
Of society's harsh glare upon me
As it saunters along to what is imposed upon it
While I can only care to dance upon the beats
Of my poetic whims!
It is up to me
To smile with my heart
At the poison that is hurled upon me
With the hope that it scorches me
To such an extent
That I come to a point where I fear it
And use it
To be that which I am not!
It is up to me
To stand up with my flag brandished high
Upon the mountains and the lowlands of
Our puzzling world
As
Everything about us all
Has not been given due explanations!
Yes,
It is up to me
To acknowledge of the rights
That pave themselves towards the glory
Of existing as I do
As if I don't
I would be a mere paper
Yearning for when a pen
Would write upon my lines
A poem of human emancipation!
4th December 2021
You can bet on it
Know
Love
Lord
"It's all up to me"
There are so many things to write about,
it boggles my mind without a doubt.
I could write about love, with caring and glee,
with great emotion, it's all up to me.
I could write about pain, with anger and sorrow,
with the hope that I'll have a better tomorrow.
I could write about death, with grief and despair,
where I'll go when I die, and when I'll get there.
I could write about life, what a marvelous thing,
about flowers and birds, that perch their and sing.
I could write about writing,
now that would be exciting.
All the things I could write about,
gives me an urge to stand up and shout.
Writing simply sets me free,
and whatever I write is all up to me.
By
Trip Johnson
Up to Me
We are virtually interconnected
Yet socially disconnect to our demise
Modernity rewards ignorance
The ignorant condemn the wise
We’re a society addicted to addictions
Hungry for knowledge that’s void of proof
Confirmation bias is perplexing and pervasive
Paradoxically – leaving us disinterested in The Truth
We are over fed yet starving for nourishment
We’re uncertain full of absolutes and certainties
Content - yet unhappy with our status
No one can help us - only you can set you free
We express our humility through patronizing arrogance
We want change, but don’t want to change anything
We seek perpetual self-satisfaction
Only to suffer incessant pain
We give the perception of fame and fortune
Ironically longing for self-worth and prestige
The emptiness of self-admiration
Unaware – you hold your key
Embody the dreams of your passions
The passions will live in your dreams
Life is simply all that we make it
That’s it –
This life – is up to me
It is up to me to comfort her
to say the right things
I keep silent, waiting for best friend cues
knowing quietude is what she needs
knowing my bestie
sunrise in the mountains
and you're so certain about me.
do i ever let you down?
when i lost my mind
i know you thought
there was something to hide
but there's nothing to find.
empty and off track
despite all attempts
to make up for what i lack.
will you think i'm useless
when i start to talk less?
don't make it a personal matter
because between you and my thoughts
i am at home with the latter.
not up to me. fragmented memory,
remembering the sunrise in the mountains
and you're circling all around.
between the moments
that i still can hold so very dearly.
do i ever let you down?
i think you see me clearly
and you see the empty space.
no disgrace. not up to me.
but if you get the chance,
don't let it slip through your hands.
i need to know you understand.
Oh how you come to that conclusion?
You
Love
Lord