There is hope in every new day...

So many people wake up so miserable and even curse the day they were given. So many people take it for granted and live no lesson learned. So many do not even take the time to thank "the man above" for the chance to see another day and a way to impact our future in complete positive new ideas.

We have been given so many chances in our life just to prove that we have what it takes to make a change and yet we continue to make the same mistakes, take the same life threatening chances, but yet we are forgiven. Why? Why are our hearts and minds so vague?

Let us be thankful for today and be thankful for new life, a life that you didn't have to have Today!

Attack life now and get the best out of it...

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Poetic

How do you live?

It's like we are locked in a realm of our own subconscious blaming everyone for our own faults. Acting as if everything is so perfect when life around you seems to fall apart. But yet you put up a smile and wave so people still can look up to you and know that everything is ok. When you know your at the end of your tolerance. Well I assure you life is what you make of it and every mistake made is a step closer to becoming genuine in this world of follow-fashion minds. Taking one day at a time is no longer imperative, it is a risk living standard and a blessing living beyond a day. So I cherish every mistake made and blame no one. I live for today and will die for tomorrow! How do you live?

When Family means most...

Away and far from home always gets the wandering and scared mind thinking, like what you are missing and if people are actually missing you in your departure. In my case that’s exactly how I feel…I wonder if my friends, my Westport brethrens are impatiently awaiting my arrival. But at the end of the day when you are surrounded by family, how can you not feel consoled and appreciated. Of course there are times when they do tend to annoy you, but you learn to respect and bottle it in because the criticism is from people who have sheltered you and bath you, and also shaped you into the image you see today. It generally takes aged maturity and knowledge to understand; friends will be friends, enemies will be enemies but family last till the end.

Out here in Jamaica I noticed I missed my home more than one can imagine. I would see myself log onto Twitter and Facebook for frequently then actually spending the time with my family. I noticed that my friends where thousands of miles away and the only way they could reach me was via internet and them accepting long distance calls (which very few do). I, being disturbed came into realization that no bodily figures were standing in front of me, merely just thoughts and images playing back and forth within my mind of memories shared. And that drove me insane. It brought me to a place of solitude, in which I isolated my being from the constant location I was at for the meantime……Jamaica. But I was blinded, my true friends never left, my family was always there. Sometimes you just have to know when to play, but you also have to know when family comes first. And in this adventure of ours, it took me the last few days to fully realize how naive I have been towards them, but everyone plays an ignorant role in their character trait, so I suppose my role was played. Some men search years for treasure like mine and never find it, so I am glad that my days are not over and I have found my treasure….my family!

At the end of the day, if you have learned nothing, know that the greatest lessons learned are when you discover them, but none can be treasure in vain…

Thanks to: Liberty Hall, BronxWood, Westport, and my biological family!! Know that it is never too late…..

What means the most to you?

Thoughts of growth.

As we astingush our pain upon a vessle of innocence and disregard all sympathetic ways

Then as negligent as we are

Do we disregard beyond our own dismays?

As valuable our thoughts can be

Our silent tongues discourage each idea

We know dreams form too reality

So evidently is it evolution we fear?

Poetic

Venting

Whats on my mind lately?

I must apologize, lately I have been at a stand still with poetry, reading, blogging, even relationship/fellowship wise. I assume the purpose for my selfish venting; I am calling it, is to cater for some "me" time. You see, I suffer from constant mood swings, which I can connect to the crisis at hand. Unfortunately some naive people believe we live in a perfect world, with a perfect economy, with a perfect social class, but I am here to try and wake your minds up as my mind has been awaken. Tuition hikes, low job opportunities, TAP being taking away from youths trying to maintain a education in a world of ignorant minds, Health care, a overly populated environment with not enough room and board, these are just a few of the problems we face in society today.

1. Are they're any topics you feel needs to be addressed?
2. What is something you feel is of great value to vent on?

Do share!!

I'm sure many are reading this, expecting a poem to relay in the depths of my thoughts, maybe even a haiku hidden somewhere to describe in laymen terms, my motives. I am sorry for the inconvenience to the minorities. I vent in poetry, and spoken word, each doing the same relief for me; expression. A real poets means of getting his/her words/thoughts across.....(If you are looking for my latest poetry; be sure too read "My Last Stand")

There are many ways in which one can vent, mine is through poetry and also releasing it in blogging.

1. How do you vent?
2. How often do you vent?

I look forward to reading your feedback!

Thanks for reading and being a supporter of my work!

God Bless;

Poetic

My Last Stand!

Regrets pounder deeply within my soul

Questioning my purpose

Love rejects each sin when hate takes whole

So tell me am I worth it?

Ideas crushing through my head

Back and forth as I go

Shall I yeild to the road ahead

For love is the only path I know

Mistakes and blames resting upon my chipped shoulder

Play tolls on me everyday

Shall a weaking burden last till I get older

Or shall disregard against my dismays

Powerful miracles of hate

Seem to bash thoughts of loved ones

But what I had was something beyond great

But instead pain is why I run

Either you erase me and burden my heart no more with question

Or to free me as a bird trapped in fog

Cause no torment can force this lesson

For I am coveteted by God.

Poetic© (A different me, is because its a different you)

A Moment of Peace!

In these times, we are faced with numerous attacks from all angles of the table. No on seems to be there to counter these attacks in your defense. No one seems to be there to give you a fair warning of these assualtants that have come to threaten your state. But yet you progress, despite the intergrity you might have lost and pride that may have depleted in this blind battle. You form an alliance, one in which has deserved the sole name "Brothers in arms"(Westport/A.M.P).....a safe house...a home.........a family. Throughout many locations in the world you've noticed that your stable and growth is inevitable. No rumours, no lies, no disappointments.....a safe haven in a world filled with disaster.

There comes a time in your disappointments, to be revealed through forshadow and weed out any poisnous thoughts and mimics whose sole desire is to breach and break your foundation of familys. In doing so you hurt some that you loved that were not intended to be inflicted by this mishap. Unfortunately your still around that table with angles unprotected, so miscommunication is prone to occur. In your quiet storm of release, you notice problems begin to splurge throughout the innocence of your name and the names of the halo carriers. Your figure is brought down, but yet respect is still intended in your hours of shame, for those who look up to you. How do you redeem your composer?
Confusion brings forth doubt in many of your indecisive decesions...hence being indecisive. Please let us not inherit the past mistakes and mistakenly or even purposely allow them to happen and expect the effect to damage as much as it did. Responsiblities are really for the mature at heart and the ones most reasonable without judgement. So how are anyone of us so? And how do we realize who is, if we are not to judge and consider if so?
But in these days we are to care for the weak and protect our minds from the corrupt, even if so you believe they have been distingushed and discarded. A redemption is needed, because judgement shouldnt rest where responbility sleeps.......... Finally can we have a moment of peace.
Poetic