Words

When we layer and create things that are elaborate
       We create the designs of life onto our fabric
We attempt to make changes that are drastic
       While using words that are fake as plastic
But using the real thing is how we see results
       And being genuine is how we impact the most
From a few simple words from this mouth that I host
       You can curse, condemn, or praise even when it takes the most.

There's a Want in the World

There's a want in the world
       Not a need you can spot
They've cropped the top, then enlarged it to fit a lot
       They want what they want and they won't allow change,
A desire for power and control is the crave.
       No room in their hearts, they won't reserve a place,
I dry my eyes as I try, but things tend to stay the same.
       I'm tired of these people, all their antics and their games,
And there's one person similar in the way she was trained
       I tried to be different, but now we might be alike
Since now I have a want, and that's you by my side.
       Someone to stand with, Pacing by my every stride.
Comfortable with herself, and I can see it in her eyes.
       She needs room to grow
I hope you know you're not alone
       I hope you know I have a heart, and I;m not made of stone.
I like that you have a want, but first you obtained your needs
And if we could all do that it would erase the world's greed
The amount of things I've thought about is steep.
All thanks to you, and the intrigue that you bring.

Murders Among Us

I wrote This after Sandy Hook. I let my emotions spill onto the page when i wrote it, but my work took an unexpected twist. Stay tuned to figure out what it was: 

        Now I never put my scoop in on shootin' murder in mass groupin'

But I Just wonder, like really do they know what they're doin'?

       Gettin' as many before that last suicide

Why did you bring in extra people, you didn't need their help just to die.

       But I will take you inside these homicidical eyes

Where I don't need to be tried

        Either way I get judged by analytical ties

Reasons stand wide while the true answers hide

       As I pull the trigger I'm blind, yet I SEE emotions collide

later on you see cryin' 

       But no eyes will be dryin' 

As they figure out how to charge this crime, 

       And things iron themselves out as they find my identity. 

Then they go and tell the public that it's me that's their enemy.

       But really I'm a product of desolate fixtures, 

Growing up with no culture: an American mixture.

       But a true breed, conjured of shooting, drinking and "swishers" 

I really can't pretend that I ever could fit in

       The separate the crazy so in school I couldn't blend

They're paving the way, so what I do fits the trend

       Imagine what would've happened if only we were his friend.

"Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who cuts lawns and a gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime."

You are...

You are what you believe yourself to be.

Amazing

Intro:
  Crying she rips her skin, just disregarding the sin, she doesn't feel she deserves the body she's gifted with, keeping to herself, and hiding it from her friends, looking into the mirror, she wishes she could blend in, I can see her differently now, how mean I must've been, I watch her flaws fade away, never wanna see them again, she puts them back into my head, making me feel her dread, making me wish that her and I could start all over again

Chorus: she shares into the mirror and sees nothin but a monster, slender stomach, stick thighs, she thinks no man would want her, but I'm here to say, she's sadly mistaken, for one reason, she is simply amazing

Verse:
   Now for all the girls with a bad self image, tears full of sorrow, no hope for u to borrow, life is not a play you don't a chance to scrimmage, its a slim path its okay to be timid, your step becomes rigid, your excitement gets a limit, well thats the kinda life I'm tired of her livin, it makes me really livid, my words cut deeper and they may get explicit, I'm no longer civic, I wanna be her ticket, to the land of her dreams, pick up her broken pieces and supply her every need, you reap what you sow, so I'll plant a thousand seeds, and when she blossoms like a flower we can sway in the breeze, now this might be confusing with a bunch of similes, so as simple as can be, I've wiped the tears from her eyes and now she can clearly see

Chorus

I Don't Need You Satan

I don't need you Satan
Please take the first exit
My life won't be taken
I will not sell it

We speak more than seldom
Not by my choice
Many times I am tempted
Left with no voice

I need my way out
I've been undefeated
I may lose now
I may have been too conceited

I am complacent
Why do WE clash
My victory's brazen
That's been shown in the past

My Savior has came
He reigns from above
My God, he saves

With his grace from above

Today's Funny

          My brothers brought all their stuffed animals to rehearsal. I'm glad all of them found their way to the altar :)

May I Take a Look Inside Your Brain?

I just want to see what it may contain
To truly understand its function
To be inside is a mustn't
For our knowledge of the world to deepen
We must be on the outside and see in
The same is true for all things
You can't understand the universe as an earthling
Because we can't see all things intercept
A person is a minuscule object 

If you could only...

If you could envision the type of person God intended you to be, you would rise up and never be the same again.

Born Alone

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

How We Started, How We Might End

     Dull is soul that like the dull blade hasn't been sharpened or replenished and remains unsaved. A true mans potential comes alive in the days where savagery reigns and he lives in a cave. 'cause once we are on our own, following a path unpaved, we begin to marvel at what we ourselves can create. 

Everyone says that love hurts. But that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing somebody hurts. Everyone confuses these things with love, but in reality, Love is the only thing in the world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again.

A Few Funny Things

The Afternoon's Production

Character is the discipline to follow through with resolutions long after the spirit in which they were made has passed.
-Carter

The Life Lesson of the Day

The mutilation and decimation of the good in our community sets a bad example for our children. The children have lost there ambition. The tenacity needed to gain the american dream has lost its velocity.children today seemed to have lost there sense of morals. We must commence the process needed to gain the outstanding qualities and common sense we once possessed. Together as a generation we must give the next generation the power to over come anything to give us a sense of hope.

Food for Thought

I begin writing by setting the tone for me to speak. So the words roll off my tongue smooth and sleek, then I look deep inside, and read my soul; where my passion resides, my feelings and emotions collide, and there's a whirlwind. I feel the love of some around me, and the torment of those who don't care about me. That's when I can really feel it. I block out all emotions but one-hatred. I let it pour out, I don't show emotions in front of people, I save them for myself, I let it bundle and grow like a heap of wealth. But it comes out in an odd form of forgiveness, its intelligence. I can discuss the ways that different events (cultural, political, technological, and scientific) impact and add to English language, even subliminally, I'm a writer. I can explain the impact of technology on human life and the environment, represent data in many ways, and my thinking is very helpful in everyday life, I'm a scientist. I write equations to describe number patterns. I can analyze and solve equations, inequalities, and quadratics with ease, I'm a mathematician. None of these can prove my success, they just show my potential. But if I can't work to achieve my goals, then what am I really? I'm still jus average. Average people find love though too, it's the ones who search for it constantly who don't find it. A woman has two tattoos, on the says, "no apologies" and another that says, "love is cursed by monogamy." What would that make u think about her? She already told me she would cheat on me, I'm ready to move on. People see things like this everyday, but don't notice it. This is why most people end up in relationships that they want to end. I won't, and every-time I think about those 2 tattoos, it feeds to my hatred. I see child obesity commercials and it breaks my heart, why would they put them on the spot, its wrong whether they meant to or not. It feeds my hatred. I think about the people who talk badly about our veterans, and it feeds my hatred. But my hatred turns into my potential. The perplexity of my mind turns the bad into good, and my tenacity turns it into success, but the cycle begins with hatred.

Trust

Trust, you can never really have enough, but I've learned that having at least a little is a must. Things and people grow so change will come to past, so cherish the trust you have while it lasts. JFK says, don't pray for easy lives, pray to be stronger men, but you feel pathetic towards god when you begin to sin. So you turn away, but just know when you're in the grave that its beyond too late. So live life like your way beyond great, and show destiny and fate that you got it made. Don't become a slave of trade that the hearts of the poor people are engraved, upon, but rather let your light be displayed. I have to swallow the pill to, but honestly it feels as hard as trying to breathe the air from a nuke. Although when you face the truth, when it's all said and done you'll sit high like a duke. Despite that truthfully I've noticed people lose trust when they gain power, 'cause they grow a pair of balls and get greedy then devour. Their voice gets a little a deeper, which in turn makes it louder, and soon they begin to get followed by the crowd, or u get left out and feel deserted like a child, who's father's presence has been absent for a while. Then they lose your trust, but like I told in you before, in life its a must, and without it you'll end up all alone, and broken hearted with a feeling of disgust.

My Syntax

My syntax is unrelaxed, so bold not flat. Can't be described by what you see, other things, or common fact, can't even act, or argue that. I have unprecedented stats. I have unparalleled range, I call that strange or much abstract.
Penitentiary, to a nursery, even to a business man, I only say it once, but I guarantee my words will stand, my words have ran, 'cause my words can, like president Abraham, I don't speak much, but when I do, you better bet, you will listen.
Let my words linger, when they hit you like a stinger, because I'm wise like JFK, but I'm young like Justin Beiber.
I'm movin, I'm groovin, tell ya homies that I do it, I'm fluid I'm fluent, opposite of the word stupid. 
It's no race, that's not the case, my vocab spans outerspace, I replace, I don't diminish, I replenish, without a trace.

Watch "Hitch"

Favorite quote, favorite actor, favorite combination (yes, even better than my bed and I). 

Fill in the Blank

Interaction has been low lately, so for my Google+ers leave a comment that fills in the blank at the bottom. I've finally gotten through my writing block :)

I'm looked past when you start to look around
I know that I'm only 5 feet off the ground
Yet, those words don't just describe me physically
I decree that I'm all that I can be
I know, that many are called but very few are chosen
But can anyone hear these brimming words that I've spoken

Many times my heart has been broken
New spectators give me old vicissitudes
I know sometimes I forget where i am going
I get discouraged by critical multitudes

I know how it feels to be broke, tattered, used
People you thought were cool would soon leave you confused
Covering the pain with wicked fake smile
Then you call it futile after you do it for a while

I know how it is to only want recognition
Even more when you're skilled from the field to the kitchen
When you surpass what others do, but they get all the praise
When you race better days when instead it's a chase
Life will catch you in its pace
It's a battle you can't fight and expect to leave unscathed
It can kill you plenty ways
Take a laugh in your face
But for those with lesser talent it doesn't to be the case

I simply want to display; let people see what I have done
Give me a chance to conquer over only wanting to be loved
So when you can see like me, or feel like your labor's vain
I'll no longer feel so pressed to explain all this pain

Let Me _____________

Today's Work

                      This morning I was bored... Too bored, so I decided to create a collage with the pictures of my family I have. You want one? Let me know, I'm in a generous mood!                   

why do people cry?

he asked her why people cried, 

she responded, "Tear ducts operate on a normal basis to lubricate and protect the eye and when you have an emotion they overact and create tears." 

he replies, "Maybe... maybe emotion becomes so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful, and your body weeps." 

-city of angels, 

The Webs of Life

     
     I just watched a spider form a web outside the front window. it's similar to the work we do building a house, everything comes back to the middle. The spider had different colors on the front and back legs, I wonder what that signifies. I'm glad I had the chance to experience another form of life go through a process that's vital to their survival while most of us eat and have shelter ready to buy.

Vacant Soul

This vacant soul, no love in life, no heart in the world, just a wasteland where bad dreams lie, this heart is sinking, this head is spinning,  the shadow of hurt and pain creeping behind, This feeling, you cant explain, Wasting your breathe trying to speak, but you hear no sound. nothing gets in, nothing comes out,  numb to the world, not numb to the pain. 

Life is Beautiful

"No one can help you to be Happy if you have yourself closed the doors to Happiness, open up your heart and Love once again, give a chance to yourself and see how beautiful the world is. Life is beautiful even without the ones who were once your life.."

There is so much to interpret from an albino lion. From my critical thinking class at UT I've learned that everything has a deeper connection to the world. For an animal that has been subjected to death from the moment it was born to still make it to adulthood is amazing. It teaches us to live; not with the thought that we may die, also not with a recklessness, but better yet with a tenacity to make it somewhere before it's too late.

    There are three things in the world you can never stop:

             1. The flow of time

                 2. A man's dream

                     3. Inherited will 

Dreams

I know a lot of people that aspire to be great. This is me chasing my aspiration :)
Anyone else want to chase their dreams?

Let's Interact

I want to do something to interact with you guys. I'm going to ask a question and I want you to respond with a comment. Whether it's long or short, I just want you to get used to writing and talking here. Question:
     Would you rather text or talk??? Give a reason to support your answer.
Random question:
     Chips Ahoy or Oreo? I myself choose Oreo :)

Unspoken Words

     Now as I speak these words unspoken, I let them un-weave and watch them as they take their path unrolling. I take the time to breathe and let my conscience in, discerning the right from wrong and keeping me from my end. Allowing this blunt emotion from restrained to straight blowing. Flowing out and exploding. And this hater and that hater, they can say what they want. And this girl and that girl, they can say what they want. And as you see these records get broken I let my actions speak for my words unspoken.

First Things First

I invite you to join me as I take my journey. I do not know where I am headed, but if you follow me, I promise the trip will be worth it.