Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems. Show all posts
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Faith
Take a page out of the bible, jot it down and rehearse it like the rehearsal at a recital/This is very vital, forget false idols, the highest of high holds the highest of all titles/Follow a small scripture, take a quick picture and picture a quick trip to a place with slick fixtures/God grant me the serenity to forgive all of my enemies/Take me to a place and a space that's more heavenly/I am a sinner so forgive me for I have sinned, the most sinister is still within, and on this line I walk is thin/It's in Gods hands now as the saying has been said and I'm handing you my faith as I'm breaking off this bread/Dear heavenly father, it's death before dishonor, so honestly I'll probably be dead before I bother/I believe that faith and a little bit of love, will grant me the key to your gates from up above/So as I walk with you and try and do as you do, don't forget my name on that list when I am through/Please review my life by the things that I've done right/Forget about mistakes and judge me by my faith.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Go Get It
This is more than motivation, and more than desire/More than the heart of a lion on fire/With passion and the presence of mind to go get it/And living every moment of life with no limits/You can never hold back, if you do you'll regret it/To accept anything less than perfection's pathetic/So push it much further than you thought that you could/And stand for everything you said that you would/They say talk is cheap, naw that ain't true/It's priceless if you do what you said you would do/Your words are important but your actions are louder/So act on those words with all of your power/As long as that train keeps movin it's great/But don't ever slow down or hesitate/The mind of a champ, the strength of a fighter/To see through the fog, the smoke, the fire/The level of greatness you can achieve/If you pursue your dreams that you believe.
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Wednesday, September 9, 2009
ALL ALONE
This emptiness inside is painful and unforgiving/All alone in this darkness now I am sitting/I speak, but there is no one there to even listen/By the beast of this silence I have been bitten/The only sound that I hear is my own voice within my head/It's echoing and shouting that I'd be better off dead/I'm fearful and doubtful that you might never come back/As this train that I call life is derailing off the track/Anger and frustration are starting to get old/And this extreme complication has got a tighter hold/I would hate for this to end and be left out in the cold/But the truth and reality are starting to unfold/Wrapped around my throat is this grip that I had mentioned/It's suffocating me with an unrelenting tension/I look within myself to try and overcome it all/But the task is much too tough as I slip and I fall/The only thing that's left is for you to come back home/And to break this daunting pain of being all alone.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Me Myself and I
Welcome to me, myself and I/A trio of personalities and lives/Me is just me the one you know best/A fun loving guy that most know as Stretch/Myself is myself who keeps to himself/A more undisclosed, secretive side if you will/And I is the guy that gets things done/You can call him Adam the more professional one/Adam is also all about family/A good loving husband and a wonderful daddy/But he who is me loves to unwind and relax with friends just have a good time/And that's not I cause I is the guy with his eyes on the prize/Reaching and striving for all of his goals/Pushing and searching with all of his soul/Let's not confuse I with myself/Who bottles his emotions in a jar on the shelf/And within those emotions are pain and fear/That even the nearest and dear never hear/But that's just me, or at least the side of me that people don't see/Cause Stretch is me like I said before/Who will keep you laughing and begging for more/And that is only one third of myself/I mean I......I mean me/Maybe someday you'll get to see all 3!
Fatherless
Teardrops from a time that he'd like to forget/Painful memories that swarm in his head/A fatherless child since the age of 2/Angry and confused from what he's been through/All of his friends had moms and dads/but his life was different a time more sad/His mother is his life and has been full of care/But his father was missing and never was there/Questions were raised as to how and why?/But with every answer he'd breakdown and cry/Not a phone call, a b-day card or even a letter/Yet mommy always promised things would get better/Through all of this he emerged a man/Who ever said he needed a dad?/He didn't, he's fine is what he realized/His father was gone and dead in his eyes/He himself is now a father/And couldn't carry a better honor/Since day one he made a promise, to always be loving and to keep things honest/To be in their lives and never leave/To live for them with each breath he breathed/He'd never wish the same pain on his kids/Cause he knows what it's like to be fatherless.
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Stuck on Cloud 9
I am on cloud 9, on a whole new level/So high up in the sky you could say that I'm celestial/Swimming in a sea of stars shining brightly/Scenery more heavenly than that of Keira Knightley/I am jet fighter flyin, whizzin past blazing comets/Shattering all barriers and surpassing supersonic/It's this pure adrenaline that's pumping through my veins/And speeding to my brain with a higher octane/It feels like i'm roided up like a slugger that's been juicin/I'm gone in 60 seconds like a car that's just been boosted/Spinning out of control with a sense of euphoria/More desperate than a housewive like Eva Longoria/Scratching and clawing as I scream and shout/But like P.Diddy and the family there's no way out/I'm stuck on this cloud now and I'm trying to get down/But everything that surrounds is going faster than sound/Faster than the fastest thing you've ever seen/And I'm trying to cut this thing short like the life of James Dean/But everytime I try I just run outta luck/Seems like forever on this cloud I'll be stuck.
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