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Life In the Streets

Gun shots rang out but no one hears.
A life comes to an end but no one fears.
A casual habit now a sin that in prisons the soul.
Another life settling for less than their predestined goal.
How can a child once filled with love grow into a person filled with so much hate?
Taking as one pleases because earning it means to wait.
By not having someone of worth to follow darkness fills the mind
Until greed, lust, and violence are the only things found to occupy their time.
Even when brick walls and locked doors to cells is all the eyes see
The mind still wanders back to life in the streets.
Where a gun and a cold heart is all that is left of your life
And the only things for which you are remembered is struggle and strife.

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Coworker

Do you mind if I use you as a muse
And write a few lines about the conundrum that is you?
Tired and broken you lay in clothes which are worn and torn.
Your heart keeps score as your eyes search for more.
Never revealing too much of yourself. Keeping people at arm's length.
Screaming inside and out as the tides of emotion pull you beneath.
In a panic you forget you can swim.
Disconnecting yourself to a third-party perspective. You has become Him.
Horns out with rage turned up you go about your day.
Chewing up and spitting out all who stand in your way.
I know your heart has a soft spot. At times you act in kind.
At those moments I know you are at peace. No wars raging on in your mind.

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Rules To Live By

No matter what happens or what may go wrong
The point is to remain tough and to stay strong.

Life isn't easy. There are lessons you need to learn.
Everything will work out for the best. Just wait your turn.

Friends will come and go. True ones stick around.
They help you when in need and when you're feeling down.

It pays to be the quiet one but always stick your ground.
Don't let anyone disrespect you or you will forever be pushed around.

Love isn't everything because most of the time it is lust.
If there is one thing I have learned it's be careful who you trust.

Sex may seem like everything but in a real relationship it's not.
Communication and trust...Now that's what says a lot.

Of course there needs to be attraction and some loving play.
If there is never any between you two, how do you expect the other to stay?

Choose your words wisely. Think before you blurt.
Emotions are fragile things. Feelings easily get hurt.

Never sit too close to the t.v. you might just hurt your eyes.
They will help you see the truth in the mist of all the lies.

Live your life to the fullest. Regret nothing that you do.
In the end, no matter what, your past catches up to you.

Work hard for everything. Expect nothing for free.
Don't waste your life sitting around wondering what might be.

Don't waste your time with someone if you do not trust them.
In the back of your mind you will always believe they will do it again.

While reading this or afterward you had to take a breath and sit down
Then you know something about your life has to be turned around.

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I Am a Hawk: Leap of Faith

On a lonely cliff wings spread wide I am readying to leap.
GOD said he would appoint angels to guard my keep.
Tired of living in the cold dark of night.
I find my soul craving the comforting warmth of light.
Images flood my mind of what I will see
but how do I learn to trust again my once broken wings?
I am shown too many signs that I am meant to soar.
That my current circumstances are temporary. I am meant for much more.
Look me in the eyes and allow me to wander your soul.
Learn the psychology behind the scars that took their toll.
Create a world that exist outside of time.
Question is...When I look you in the eyes do you get lost in mine?

Hawk: visionary power, guardianship, messenger (akin to Mercury - Messenger of the Gods)

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What I Accomplished Today

What I had planned for the day is no longer an option for me.
20 minutes on a full body vibration machine
30 minutes in a sauna. Same for the oxygen bar.
A free lunch with my friend, but I cannot get to my car.
It has been pouring down rain for a few days. Everything is starting to flood.
Today I will be unable to meet my friend with a microscope who's fascinated by blood.
Turned on the television. Someone discussing Greek and Roman Parthenons.
Oh goody! What joy! It's an Ancient Aliens marathon.
Flipped open my journal looking for something to do.
Guess I'll enter a poetry contest or two.

May 15, 2015

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Broken

I am but a broken book case. The books that contain the story of my life lay strung around open for the world to read...

Constantly being reminded of my shortcomings keeping me in pain.
Clouding my mind and judgment. No clear view in this rain.
Blindly moving forward as I am forced to face behind.
People taking my docile attitude as my weakness because I choose to act in kind.
Cinderella lost in her own world since reality is a never ending list of things to do.
I too once had dreams to become someone but I couldn't afford the view.
Pouring my heart out to the full moon as her dim light shines through the cracks of my broken self. Illuminating words of hope in the books of my life that have fallen from the shelf.

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I Never Learn

Ink swirled across paper. Catching the hemorrhaging thoughts of a rambling mind.
Hours spent texting for a "no strings attached" ? What a waste of time.
Yes I get lonely but I know I deserve more than this.
Now that the boundries have been clearly drawn in the sand I know I'll be dissed.
He warned me not to get attached. He made it clear in every way.
Honestly that's difficult to do when he was the only one asking about my day.
What I got attached to was the attention. It felt good to get.
But these days all I ever seem to be worth to men is a friend with benefits.
What I lack in appearance I make up for with depth of character and personality.
Yet once again I am tossed aside by a person who finds no worth in me.
Getting too old to play these games. My faith in men crumbles.
Distracted by attraction. Once again I stumble.
Now I lay here talking to God since I have no bond with my mother.
Growing tired of making one friend after another.

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Tough Love

Rain passes through quenching the thirst of the parched dry lands.
Lightning flashes and thunder crashes as God clinches his hands.
For he has grown wreary of his creations' greed.
Turning his back on the population. Ignoring the cries during their time of need.
He can't stand to watch as we indure his punishment.
Tough love now will save many on the day of judgment.

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Detox

LOVE is a drug she wishes she would no longer need.
She cuts open her heart just to watch it bleed.
Hoping to detox she turns and walks away.
Giving up her dreams of a husband and a family of her own some day.
Setting her standards higher as she tries to save face.
Crying herself to sleep. Longing to feel a loving embrace.
In a world where love has lost all meaning or is most often confused with lust
Why does she choose to remain good when men prefer their females promiscuous?
Ripping her heart from her sleeve because she can no longer deal.
She has grown tired of trying to mend her heart that never had time to heal.
So pay her no mind if you see tears fill her eyes.
For she is the Crooked Smile Calypso and every night she cries.

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Poison

Venomous words of the serpent. Bleeding wounds that sting.
If I continue to stay how wise would I be?
Benefit of the doubt cast time and time again.
Forgiving them for striking. Helping hands I continued to lend.
Enduring each bite despite the ever growing pain.
My cross becoming increasingly heavier each time I accepted blame.
Crying out to God. Begging for peace to calm my rambling mind.
Stood at the crossroads knowing the way I should go but I pretended to be blind.
Out of fear of letting go I held on tight to what I had known.
But the seeds of understanding grew not. No matter how many were sown.