How Quickly Things Change.....

You Asked Me To Write You Something

You asked me to write something for you

So I guessed you assumed it would be a love poem

One pouring out my heart

Like a broken dam into a massive body of longing and desire

Yet when I tried I couldn’t finish

Because I was held back by pride

The pride of knowing that this love was only reciprocated minimally

And the expression of such would never fully be understood

So I’ll write the truth

And bleed the tears of my reality

Because this thing that I tried to make

Could have never really amounted to everything that I put into it

I never knew that each time I attempted to heal one of your scars

That I was committing self-inflicted wounds of my own

That you probably would never even notice

But that’s not your fault because I hide them well

And it was not I who was supposed to need saving

But now that I’m battered once again

And searching for my own first-aide kit

You’re crying too

Because that’s something that just never seemed to stop

Maybe that’s y two of a kind just really might not work

Forcing to over compensate with love and affection

While being caressed by only resentment and misdirected anger

I want to let it go but how could I lose a war that I declared

I stay because I don’t want to be the story you tell the next

About someone who whispered promises that would later be broken

I stay because this life is too uncertain

And I could be walking away from my forever

So I guess I have to alter the direction in which I’ve suddenly taken

So if you read this I wont have to explain the ambiguity of my subliminal context

Or the fact that this is only a subconsciously refracted image of my true intentions

But then again that all may not be necessary

Because you asked me to write you something

But you probably will never ask to read it

One of the reasons why....

I would like to share one of the reasons why I aspire to be more than what most can see. In this life I am attempting to live and breath far beyond the orthodox. I once heard Oprah say, "I am living to reach and share the best and fullest capacity of myself." So with this in mind and the blessing of being exposed to people who push me to strive for the "ultimate me" I continue to learn and share. I have God and the blessings of His Universe to thank for inspiration and motivation to continue this journey.

One of the reasons why.... Thanks Dr. Spaulding for changing my life...

A Close Second...

I just want to be a close second

I don’t desire to win the race

Or get the big trophy

I don’t care that my name isn’t announced with favor

Because I come real close

That’s good enough for me

Being that shoulder to cry on

As I cry towards the finish line

But that’s fine because nobody pays that much attention to second

And that’s fine because all that attention

I don’t care too much for

Favor first, Cherish first

I’m fine with that pat on the back

Cuz maybe with that touch

You’ll feel my energy

My passion and desire

Because although I’m fine with silver

Who really doesn’t strive for the gold?

So I’ll continue to chill in the cut

Waiting for my next opportunity

Maybe I could come in first this time

And dust the previous champion into oblivion

But until that day

I just want to be your close second…