SOL

IS TO BE THE DELINQUENT I WAS

THOUGHT I WAS NOT THE PROPER PORTION

AS ALL THE TALES AND BOOKS WOULD SAY

From the time you dispel the truth

To an ideology so far into You

We become a victim of our own influence

It is what keeps my head afloat

To relate, to empathize, to live beside a friend or foe.

One to explain what an interaction might bring

From human to scrutiny

The passions that should flourish yet bring bruises from the leaches

This is a journey I’ve asked from the gods

Undetermined yet fulfilling to beat the odds

I can say I’m terrified as hell

Yet wake each day because I can’t be afraid to fail, so I take the fall with my chin up high.

This is a world to experience,

If one means it for Power

Not for selfish or treacherous values

But the point of being honorable

My word is law

For you to not believe is your problem

And the sway against its word is an unwanted falsehood

Then why not make it good

There are people who complain of worse living

But why does one continue, knowing its effect?

Awareness is the key to mastery.

Mastering this life with what we pave or leave.

What a freeing thought to be responsible.

Responsible of the success and failures.

Responsible for emotions and behaviors.

The yin and yang and guarantee of change.

I had a heart once whole

Filled with aspirations and persistence to grow

The youthful sight had to of been the protection from deteriorating

How could I have been unthankful…

Would the time of naked truth be inevitable to each person?

Would the time of its happening become a secret weapon, or the bane of progression?

It feels colder now,

But my humor remains.

A pessimistic individual

As with yours

No fear should be experienced to explore a different world

It’s a beautiful life

Besides a cliff

Unknowing to how tall or short it is

We throw ourselves off

Wanting for an End

And march proudly beside its title,

Fighting ferociously to any rival;

The warrior at heart might be taken to a new way.

Our minds cannot see the change of our future, and

Our choices shuffle like a game of poker.

We are here, and where we might end up has no strength to our participation now.

Sometimes, the words are potent with terror.

Beneath ideas that I should be better, but

I let it take it’s course.

Sometimes, the concepts of lively moments keep me in its state of meditation.