To fly,
To the sky,
Is my limit,
Talk of the best,
This time I wont spare,
Anything I will face,
Things have to go my way,
I know it aren’t easy,
But I believe,
All I can change,
I wasn’t born a loser,
Anytime I can recover,
Its upon me to act,
Failing would be my fault,
I have to work hard,
I know its not an easy world,
All the roads are so rough,
I understand the journey is tough,
But I believe in me,
Its time to make who I wanna b e,
Time taken doesn’t matter,
All I know am better,
I have what it takes,
Am so ready for the challenges.
A lot of the time I feel like going wild,
But most of the time I feel more like a child,
These selfish rages that come out of me,
I feel lost in time endlessly,
I want you to take away my tears,
but deep down I know you can't get rid of my fears,
my heart is broken,
I need to learn to love again,
but I fear no one can relate to where I've been,
my soul is budding again like a flower,
and soon I will find the will to trust it's power,
the darkness will open up to light,
and this wounded bird will again take flight.
To be understood is one thing.
To be pressured is another.
Not finding the right calling.
And being beaten by your brother.
But does it even matter when you don't have any proof.
Especially because your'e living under your brother's roof.
Standing in the middle of deep struggles and despair.
You sit back and wonder who will ever be there.
After all this time you pushed God away.
This is the time that you should pray.
Pray to be liked in a likely hood.
Pray that your life be understood.
Solace is in us,during this time of year.
Don't look at it as an ending.
Sleeping sparrows.
Cold dark mornings.
It is just a time of rest,reflection.
Thoughts felt but never spoken.
Just reflection....
Soft kisses
and warm blankets.
Gratefulness and hopeful future.
I don't ask where you go when I needed you most!
I stay like a sleeping sparrow.
Solace truly is in us, there is not far to go.
Find love within yourself
for surely it will find you.
Return as I again,
With daring striking in my chest,
Another circuit open chain,
Then stop to rest,
Procrastinate, a cover for refrain.
Watching time pass again,
I wonder would it be somehow,
My season comes to preordain,
The time is now,
Shoot flaming straight, destroy excuses lame.
But fate relieves again,
The urgency that I would feel,
For courage in my heart to fain,
To make it real,
What kind of chance, could I then ascertain?
My time is now my presence is felt
I make my mark like a thunderbolt
My strength comes from within my soul
I face the future I reach my goal
I wouldn’t change the things I’ve done
For some I lost and some I won
The person created from time gone now
Has been moulded by the past somehow
I changed and grew throughout the years
I laughed and I cried with salty tears
I carry on striving towards tomorrow
To think of the future and not the sorrow
What has gone is the past and doesn’t away
But it is now the time to just live for today
My life is being shaped into some sort of form
The pages are now turning and not getting torn
A man with thorns upon his head,
A wound in side profusely bled.
The world he so courageously led,
Just as he so at the beginning said.
If ever you do ponder to think,
Of one so suffered and given vinegar to drink?
Many a man has wandered night and day,
Never stopping a moment to pray.
Oblivious to the results on judgement day,
They continue to sin and make their hay.
We are responsible for our own downfall,
Having failed to pay attention to his clarion call.
Isn’t it time to hear God’s cry,
It may be too late when its time to die.
Let’s wake up and dream of paradise,
Where we sip on nectar and tell no lies.
The devil he’s there for all to see,
But this was not of God’s decree.
The life we live is of our choice,
Just follow Jesus and thus rejoice.
- Prince Freakasso
(Artist and Poet)
My head spins everyday but I can’t help but question who am I, who am I to conceive this
bright young man into society’s asset to endure to fulfill its long term goals as to
closing the imaginary gap between us and the them. The world has no meaning if we just
bath in its rich generosity and we do nothing to preserve it. The purpose of being alive
is to give another life a chance by walking as far as you can and tapping the young child
and saying it’s your turn now. I can’t help but notice that as time pass we think
advancing society means new technology, but the real way to advance is through creating a
solid communication line through every culture, race, and language. We need to become
united not through producing one country but by realizing that when that time comes to put
our minds together to save our specie from extincting it will not be something new to us
it will just be the real deal not a drill. I know I am only fifteen but these words can
come to us back as a boomerang can but are we ready for it world?
"Something's Got to Give"
B. Jacobs
Everyday, something else goes wrong
I fear and wonder how can I go on
I live in a world of disappointment
Nothing ever seems to go away
Just another habit I got to break
Guess it's time for the pity to join in
Something's got to give
Before I give up, before I give in
Sick of crying and all of the pain
That won't go away, another headache
When is it my time to win?
Something's got to give.
I give everyone my advice
It's time I realized
That it's time to listen to myself
Work and work, and barely see a dime
When will it be time
To check out of this hell?
I'm praying-I'm begging
I can't take it anymore.
I'm waiting-anticipating
To give my little...and for once get back more.