If I respond negatively to negative situations does that make it a positive?
And if I’m faking when I respond positively, shouldn’t I do the opposite?
There may be a flaw in my logic,
I don’t try to camouflage it because its embedded in my personality like its lodged in.
Is it better to fake it to leave others mistaken?
Before I do that I’d just leave them forsaken.
Rumor has it that this world is for the takin’,
But I don’t plan to gain acquisitions by fakin’.
Honestly, my policy is honesty,
Which is a policy difficult to produce modestly.
I shed truth on trials that leave people flustered.
While trying to catch up they couldn’t cut the mustard even if they exerted every bit of strength they could muster.
I break things down like when separating a cluster,
To shine light on the problem, watch the solution luster.
Birthing a shining solution mandates resolution because it obvious that clarity avoids confusion.
It helps cure your mind of the delusions that force your eyes to see optical illusions.
Sometimes to do this you must operate under a negative prerogative
But the rules of Math tells us that 2 negatives equals a positive.
6 faces, 8 vertices and 12 edges
basic, yet certainly apart of all sketches
this shape remains equal…… even when you stretch it
I’m about to drop a metaphor, I just hope that you catch it
Especially, since the goal is to think outside the box
you may think around the clock, but when that stops
to think outside the box, you literally have to get past blocks like when leaping over a rock in a game of hopscotch
It started with chalk, but couldn’t be contained by squares
it started with talk, but became a more important affair
I started to walk, making sure to leave behind my despair
then opportunity knocked, and I invited it in to grab a chair
I invited opportunity inside but had to think outside the norm
you cant think inside a box like a student studying in their dorm
you literally have to think of capacities beyond the brain’s core
think more brightly then lighting coming before summer thunder igniting a brainstorm
Let your thoughts rain in such a way that ideas downgrade from a downpour to a drizzle
scribble down the most simple until the constant dribble dwindles to a trickle
keep pulling at your thoughts, until that pool begins to ripple
but make sure your pulls are gentle, because even a fool realizes that masterpieces are brittle
think outside a square by plugging in and amplifying your power circle
electricity generates heat and will keep your ideas hot like its thermal
keep increasing the electrical current until your currency follows
think incredible and outside the box until its currently hollow
a box is a cube, and if you can identify it you can challenge the limitations
literally breaking down all restrictions and implications
like all shapes, a cube or box is nothing but a prism
set your vision, apply your wisdom, and break out the box as if it were a prison
Im at a crossroad in my life, or should I say a crosshair?
I look around for my savior but there is no cross there.
As much thinking as Ive been doing I should`ve lost hair.
If you look in my eyes there is just a lost stare.
What did I do? Did i really ruin my potential for greatness?
Or is it something that comes with time and I’m just impatient?
Patience, it’s a documented fact that I have none of that.
So I tried to journey out but forgot my backpack.
I should have been more prepared and at least brought knapsack.
But like a quarterback with no lineman I hiked and got sacked.
Linebackers bulldozed through like a tractor.
My imaginary Offensive line was a non factor.
I absorbed the hit and staggered attempting to avoid disaster I threw the ball like a passer.
I took a big hit like the original Madden hit stick,
But this lick is the one that damn near left my wig split.
My spirit is broken and I’m trying to recover,
And like my credit card I’m trying to discover the values my mother instilled in me when I was younger.
Somewhere along the way this life stopped going according to plan, or is it that I didn’t plan according to life?
I guess I didn’t plan for affording the lights, because there’s a price to pay before your rewarding is bright.
My desires duck behind any obstacle able to obstruct and muck up whatever’s possible.
I require whatever’s optimal, and I’m sticking with the plan no audibles.
Lessons learned are more then what’s audible…
You observe what’s optical, touch what’s topical
And hope to hop out of harm’s way before situations become volatile.
I’m learning that possible isn’t always the precursor to probable.
Expecting dreams to land in your lap isn’t logical.
If anything that’s an expectation that’s comical.
Yet, this is no laughing matter.
Dreams I had of rising through the corporate ladder are almost shattered.
In the book of life I’m ready to write a new chapter leaving the former pages tattered.
I’ve seen this all before, images of me unmotivated but wanting more with my ambitions lacking a core.
The dreams that I adore are crumbling and crashing to the floor with no hope of being restored.
Instead, I implore images of me shopping for more than what’s in store reupholstering my life with new decor.
Or … to at least be more comfortable,
And be able to corral comfort outside my comfort zone.
I also need to confront my fear of doing things alone, especially since fear is an emotion I don’t condone.
Fear isn’t a characteristic of the heir to the throne, I want to call shots without lifting a phone.
Suppose I give up, what would my life become?
The story of a young man whose composure spun undone?
My life is fit for more than a story on “Unsung,”
nor will it resemble and instrument that has come unstrung
I won’t fade quietly.
I won’t stray mindlessly,
but I passed time dealing with this pain silently because it slowly drained the fight in me.
I used to fight pridefully.
Then started to stand idly, until I sought the Lord and his blessings spread wildly.
My ambition returned and from the pain I’ve learned that you can’t play with fire and not expect to get burned.
Now I yearn for the guidance of God casting away my concerns to be deferred.
I’m no longer in a gun’s sight centered in the crosshair
Instead, it’s the scope of my eye and there is a cross there.
Two people meet.
Two people greet.
Once the formalities are established two people speak.
Conversations concerning what occurred during the week… slowly progressed to the qualities each other seek.
The conversation concludes with a date for next week.
Next week arrives.
The date was set for 9,
And the two people reengage in conversation as they gaze in each other’s eyes.
The connection brings goose bumps more chilling than their water filled with ice,
And they seem to agree that the vibe is feelin’ right.
The night continues.
They’ve the enjoyed the menu,
And talk arises about migrating to another venue and finding other activities to get into.
Tracy is genuine, Casey compromised their true characteristics hoping to impress.
This became the platform for which the relationship progressed.
So when the relationship became trying and began to hand out tests….
Tracy spoke the truth and Casey opted to avoid stress.
Casey sought comfort in ambiguity.
Often responding to questions with answers like “none of them matter, it’s just you and me.”
A functional habitual liar that can fib fluidly never really considered the ramifications of their cruelty.
So in actuality, Tracy never saw Casey in reality,
Because Casey always hid behind technicalities and loopholes like cases involving legalities.
It’s quite foul to see how one can mislead another and walk about proudly. (pr- ow-d- ly)
Then rest their head on a pillow at night and sleep soundly.
Tracy then began to notice some dissention in their connection.
More distance + more arguments = less affection.
Unfortunately Tracy didn’t know that she should have purchased protection,
Because her lover was a stranger and master of deception.
Casey was the bank fund where Tracy deposited her love, dependence and trust,
But Casey was a corrupt banker that allowed Tracy to accrue interest and cashed out on lust.
Tracy essentially was robbed blind but her eyes couldn’t penetrate the settling dust,
And once it did the Casey the culprit had bolted and couldn’t be cuffed.
There’s no way to know that you’re loving a stranger.
There’s no sign that expresses a clear and present danger.
There’s no fine that can recover your trust and lost wager,
And there’s no time span for healing except expecting it to be later.
Poem idea requested by Sidney Llorance
Migrants come to America for more reasons than a vacation.
They run from oppression but are simultaneously dream chasin’.
They’ll pack up everything and leave their homes vacant in their former nation
Believing that the American Dream is up for the taking.
I can’t fault anybody for seeking a life greater than the one they currently live.
But if you ask me, America…has…nothing…to…give!!!
This is just another place where people run the rat race.
The fact that the American Dream is still perpetuated is a disgrace.
Take a look at our circumstances….
Our economy’s constant recession means there’s been no financial advancement.
Compared to our recent past America’s dollar is a fraction.
And it seems the only increasing dollar value.. are taxes.
Allow me to get grammatically incorrect, that’s just what the facts is.
Maybe as a nation we couldn’t uphold the standard or we simply relaxed it.
People’s income bypasses as something that’s gastric,
Meaning cash finances were sucked out and was replaced by plastic
Discover card, Master card, American Express
What I’ve discovered is that America masters expressed debt.
As for the solution, that’s something America hasn’t expressed yet
but im certain it can’t be fixed with a stimulus check.
The American Dream was founded on the principle of Entrepreneurship.
A great principle that has since turned in to manure, shit.
Only a few new businesses succeed, you can Google it.
And once you achieve that.. youll understand how Google did.
But this isn’t about Google, let’s focus on mom and pop.
What’s the reason their “mom and pop” shop flopped?
Answer: with goods ‘made in China’, Wal-Mart is now a one stop shop
Where you can get anything you need for all 24 hours on the clock.
Entrepreneurship means creating a business and working for yourself.
Instead, the majority of American’s work for somebody else.
With that being said, the American Dream is something I’ll choose to sleep on.
I’d rather dream of life, peace, and liberty and continue to dream on.
The American Dream is currently on life support as it lies on its death bed.
Realistically speaking, that means the American Dream is dead.
I’m not sure exactly what the cause of death is, or who should assume ownness.
But in the meantime I respectfully offer my condolence.