Another road trip

Mirror mirror in my car take me to a place that is very far. Let me see the path ahead and leave the past with the dead. I've drawn out a map inside my head and highlighted the highways in red. I've taken the steps to get on this trip and I'm leaving in a hurry. I chose a place very far to another place away from now. I'm driving forward without looking into you mirror. So tell me now how far we can go with this petrol. Put the peddle to the metal and make me go. Into the night away from the city lights I drive into the far away and wait for signs pointing to gone. Into the darkness my brake lights fade. I'll never want to leave this place I find far, far away.

Honesty before hesitation

If you wanted to know something all you had to do was ask. All you can do is sit in your room and assume what you never knew. We all have our own truth. I don't believe yours and you never took time to hear mine. You know what? That's fine. Anytime somebody hears anything they don't like it becomes a reason to fight. What happened to being able to disagree without retreat? This world is full of fleeing human beings running from everything. The truth doesn't evade you, you evade the truth. It's easy to live today when you deny your past and fade to black. You become content to live in lies and stay in the shadows shying away from the light. Sun on my face I follow my truth because it always leads me home. Cordial can't be taught if all you've ever done is fought. I'm tired of rude ass people thinking it's just them standing in line, at the red light, waiting for the right time, on their own grind. Everybody has their own story. Step aside. Everybody has something that they use to cope with everyday possibly losing hope in their life. I'm recognizing your abuse. I'm senseless to the point of oblivion. I can't make circles because I've lost all perception of distance. I'm fading with your light because I can't compete with your daunting shadows. Instead of being swallowed whole I am entirely tied to my struggle. I know I'm on my own. You can't even help me. Why would you try? You wouldn't. Admit that. I can admit this shit is hard but I wouldn't trade it for the World because it's mine. I've let people use me. I realize it's cause to their own struggles. I won't blame them but never neglect how tightly a grip can grab hold. I don't ever want to be that trigger on someone's grip causing them to slip. That's not on the itinerary for my trip. I'd rather spend the whole time enjoying the moments, learning things I didn't know then, watch those around me find happiness and live life to it's fullest. There is no American dream. It comes from deeper within each and every single human being. Harness energy to what you're looking for and it becomes your truth believable to the rest of the world or not. To cover ground you have to know where you left off. Sometimes you make apologies for things not knowing what you did wrong. That's wrong. The right thing to do isn't always good and the wrong thing isn't always bad. My right is your left so who is to say if my up is your down or my smile is your frown. You never ever knew I existed before you intruded into my existence. So listen. You have your struggles like everybody else. Health. Wealth. Faith. Success. Love. Live your life and let me live mine. Don't ever ask me anything. You lost your chance.

All the time in the World

I cant figure out why but I feel as though I'll live a short life. My daughter asked me what my biggest question was about life. I thought it through and decided it's when am I going to die? I feel like accomplishments speak volumes and I've accomplished all of mine. I don't do daring things, I'm not much of a drinker. I drive fast but not with the kids in the car which is most of the time. I don't travel much or very far, I don't fly and I normally don't try things that might make me die. So I think to myself sometimes why am I so ready to die? Why am I convinced that I'll live a short time? I suppose it's a matter of crossing sides. I'm put off with where life has met up with life and how the world turned dark from bright. I'm disillusioned by living in this World because I know the beauty it holds but looking around me tells a different story than I've been told. One of depression and worry. Living is not the anticipation of enjoyment but enjoying the moment. Happiness is not day to day it is a way of life. The willing will always be willing and the sacrifices are documented by grace. Givers will always be giving, until the day they have none to give away. Blessings arrive by the boatloads when you pray and worry washes away with each passing day. An idle mind is a wretched possession and should be managed with caution. Leaving anything sitting idle too long will cause it to disintegrate and become dilapidated. I don't want to rush through this life and in the end be thinking of all of the time I wasted chasing things that don't mean anything to me. Life is short enough without the added pressure to become what you want without knowing when your time is up. I'd never start anything if I knew beforehand I didn't have enough time to complete it. I'd never eat a half cooked chicken. I'd never make my bed with wet linens. So why start something you can't finish? I never know when the bells going to ring, the fat lady will sing, when the alarm will sound or when the sand will run out. I pray my goals will be met by my accomplishments and when my final sun does finally set my life will be content with my death.

Stop Barking

I'm walking through the neighborhood tired of hearing the barking. I start jogging. Moving forward but keep looking back because attacks happen in a flash then its in the past. The trauma is haunting and moving forward is now daunting. Hunger strikes in their bellies and has their brains telling them to attack the innocent and no one has anything to say about it. Money is in his pocket while my homie is in a locket sitting on my chest plate. Tired of the hate, the fake, the displaced. Find your place, find your souls, find your faith. Too many folks got jokes with no will to live but quick to feel the click of the cold steel beneath their grip. Everybody is holding on to shit. Why not just let go if it? Why do you clench your fist so tightly to it? Let go. Let the blood flow from your knuckles and take a step back. Relax. The problems we have aren't that bad. They are but if you fret you'll regret wasting your time and busying your mind when it could have been so simple to turn that steel from cold to warm. Is it right? Animals have the right to fight for their pride and protect their hide. Do I? Running from the problems only evolves them into rapidly approaching disasters. Devastation stuns a Nation and the World just keeps on spinning, living, going on like nothing is wrong and people aren't crying and innocent bystanders aren't dying while the fattest pockets are lying, deciding, multiplying and stay in hiding. I stand alone but I'm crowded, drowning, losing an uphill battle, drifting without a paddle, breathing haphazardly trying to step back into the beat. It feels just like defeat because I'm still running from the barking and it wont silence because it's a haunting. Too stunned to turn around to learn the culprit of the sound but too tired to keep running so slowing down seems like the only way how to come to any type of solution but the adrenaline is pumping at an astounding rate and switching up the pace could throw me off balance. This life is such a challenge. My feet stay wrapped in bandages from all the cracks and callouses. That barking will never stop, the pace will slow up but stopping is not an option. The enemy is always lurking, searching for a way to knock you down to watch you fall and see the struggle of picking back up and starting where you left off. Trust is a gift not given by many, not accepted by any not understood from the very beginning. Trust is a new way of sinning because it is about deceiving, is being abused by too many and is used for winning. At the cost of whose pretty penny are they being disposed of? What happened to the love? Where is the trust? Pick up the guns, put away the hate. Load your amo into your gauge and point your shame away from us, put your faith behind that gun. Shoot your attacker not the ones you're protecting, know the power behind the blessing and stop continually second guessing your God given instincts they tug at your heart strings for peace of mind inside. Can you hear that? It's finally quiet. The barking subsided for now. I can slow back down and enjoy my walk along the sidewalk and listen peacefully to my mind talk until the instance the silence is shattered again. Til then. Listen.

Last word

I've always said I do it because I can. I'll never try to understand any other motive to stop besides I can't. Words never uttered unless you're a quitter. Fight or flight and you're the picker. So you thought I ran out of things to say? Well guess again.Wrong my friend. I just took a break from the nonchalant way you hide from the truth. It still disgusts me the disguise you assume. I'll stop prying for the truth because it is now buried six feet deep along with the real you. You spoke so valiantly before and now all I know is you went ghost because your fate fell reality into my words. I told you so but you didn't care to listen to an expert on the situation. Now you're alone. You look stupid and probably feel even worse but I nor he or the World will ever know. You hide it away and keep it to yourself. Sit alone and think and shrug off all of those pitiful things you wish now you could change. Fortunately for me and unfortunately for you, You cant change shit and things will remain one way, the same. He was never yours to claim and now you are proud hiding out in your shame because the very same things I said are the exact same things he did. Go re-read it. You pretend like it doesn't bug you that I was right all along and now you're alone or with someone else already when we all know whose flag is flying South of that city. Aesthetics are a bitch if you don't plan ahead because seasons change and now you need to change the color of your drapes or hire someone to landscape. If you would have just paid attention to the latter and took the advice that was splattered all over the walls for you by a pro, we wouldn't be revisiting this matter but you successfully turned one disaster into an even bigger demolition. You should have heeded the warning signs that were flashing red like the color of that little dot on your forehead. BANG Bitch!!! Now you're dead and didn't even see it coming from directly in your line of sight. You were so blinded by his light that you completely let your measly guard down. RIP to those thoughts you thought about how ONLY you thought this shit would turn out. Because now that you're deceased from life you'll have plenty of time to rethink what you did wrong. You were given your proper burial and have currently been replaced. Don't lay your head in disgrace because it was inevitable for you to find your final resting place away from the living. Now maybe in the after life you'll give up that life and stop sinning. Try starting a new beginning. Just think of the possibilities of a brand new cover up for all your past life's fuck ups. Welcome to the game your quality control inspection was rejected! Ehhhh!!! Try again some other day when you start living and stop living dead. It'll be right here for you in case you need to read it again. I will always win. I get my last word in. The end!