If you feel like a crack or a gap
You are no where near done
That's not a wrap
You depressed old sap
But light making its way in
Call it your new road map
Close up, the lines appeared as a road map
for those seeking a route to their destination.
Igneous paths cut into the Earth's surface,
worn by centuries of wind, rain and asphalt.
Or meandering streams that are tributaries
to rivers searching for a means of escape
from levied boundaries into an open sea.
Observations of an analytical imagination.
Beneath the powerful lens of a microscope,
magnification indicated no vehicles traversing,
nor currents flowing within estuary banks.
Only striations archeologists find fascinating.
I don't need a map to show me the road
In my book there's only one way to go
The right way is what I chose
I shall continue to grow
Despite the stones that are thrown
I do have Sis's and Bro's
All across the globe in America and beyond
Some of their faces I'll never know
Until I get where I'm go
ing
Road Map
I know where I have been.
I wish that sometimes...
I could just forget.
But I can not.
I know where I am.
I wish that it was a better place,
but there is still time to work,
on that.
Being brave about reality,
is the first step toward winning,
the unseen war.
I know where I want to be.
The finest point,
the sharpest dot... on the page.
It is close, and I can almost...
breathe it in.
But not.
Instead, I write it down,
and try to capture elusive ideas,
about tomorrow,
that can only be seen
otherwise...
in dreams.
Secrets in the palm,
are revealed in time.
Head line, heart line,
life, destiny and sun,
are roads we travel.
Rising mounts,
reveal one’s purpose;
decisions and plans,
are all there, to be seen.
Attitudes and moods;
beliefs and ideas;
the past and the future.
As the tempests of life rage;
we can see the outcomes.
The the open heart and mind;
comes clarity.
Hopelessness, does not exist,
For the open-eyed.
We have more than two eyes, available.
Rightly utilized vision,
birth’s the sage;
knowledge is finite; wisdom, infinite.
The souls GPS, a karmic road map,
comes with every newborn.
Mistakes and failure,
consume those, who cannot read.
A Road Map
Written: by Miracle Man
2-11-2019
Don't verbally degrade or use falsehood,
And let negative thoughts remain unsaid.
Utter no vow that you can't make good,
And remember the blood that Jesus shed.
Jesus left mankind with this mandate,
Not to slander or succumb to libel.
But strive each day, HIM, to emulate,
By letting life's road map be the bible.
In the heavens, signs
Tell of many lives to come;
The road maps of life.
Laying out our life journey’s,
Cosmic biographies planned.
We follow our maps
And life can work very well;
Successes building
To life’s crescendo, ring out
In congratulations song.
The signs mark well the
roads and turns upon life’s path;
Each one the ramp to
Adventurous interstates
No toll fees, just your Birth right.
The time has come where
I no longer long to mark
where my mind has gone
upon my wrists.
The time has come where
I no longer have to fight
between the demons in
my head and the ones
in the forms of friends.
I once wished that the road
maps upon my arms would
lead to a beautiful destination,
one like true happiness.
Instead, it felt as if no
matter how hard I tried to
carve a new path it led me
to blue viens and crimson
red lines that were drawn before.
So when something bad happened
and my first thought wasn't
to try finding a new escape route,
I knew I had managed to free
myself from the sadness that
once consumed my mind.
This isn't to say that my
mind does not attempt to travel
down the old paths from before.
This isn't to say that I don't veer
off course sometimes.
Now, when my instinct is to
have red blood follow my path
to a dead-end, I lightly run
my fingers along the scarred paths
that had failed me and I
remember my way to recovery.
My way to a better life.
If I told you Angels and Demons are one in the same pick a berry is it one in the same
under estimated once thought is under estimation one character lost in game of truth or dare
enhance a picture through no shade in every city it two shades of road to meet
Remember the passion to remember the gain oh I oh I.
Secrets in the palm,
are revealed in time.
Head line, heart line,
life, destiny and sun,
are roads we travel.
Rising mounts,
reveal one’s purpose;
decisions and plans,
are all there, to be seen.
Attitudes and moods;
beliefs and ideas;
the past and the future.
As the tempests of life rage;
we can see the outcomes.
The the open heart and mind;
comes clarity.
Hopelessness, does not exist,
For the open-eyed.
We have more than two eyes, available.
Rightly utilized vision,
birth’s the sage;
knowledge is finite; wisdom, infinite.
The souls GPS, a karmic road map,
comes with every newborn.
Mistakes and failure,
consume those, who cannot read.
I know the road is bumpy I will go on
Only he can show me my rest stop
Some people wander a lifetime never
admitting that they are lost.
when the destination of our journey
has always been part of an infinite plot
where the goal is to get us past everything
we've been previously taught
and to trust in him no matter the cost
as precious the gift that can never be bought
don't allow ignorance and pride to keep you caught
in a trance or comatosed from what matters the most
he reveals the comforting guidance after our trust
he will be your protection through lifes storm
his rain cleanses all your pains away
He washes us like brand new babies
taking away all the shame
There are many road maps
As they are called these days
Today everyone has a road map
Under their dream pillow
It makes you sleep more relaxed
And you always wake up refreshed
Give peace a chance
Only violent people need a rest
Killing was always a reasonable option
Who washed the blood
Off the fields?
And collected roses from dead hands?
May be I was one of them
And died of poison oak
Prematurely