Imaginations Vs Reality

When I imagine,  I see blessings from heaven.
In my reality I witness hell with mass destruction.

When I imagine, I see the beauty of dreams.
In my reality, I feel pressure around  me.

When I imagine, I see smiles and hear laughter.
In my reality, I see lighting and hear thunder.

When I imagine, the pain is rain, and protection is the umbrella.
In my reality, the fortune and fame makes my mind wanders because I’m poor like a farmer experiencing a famine.

When I imagine, I’m surrounded by angels, have no concerns whatsoever
In my reality, everyday I am conquered by a new  demon.

In my imagination, I see the outside appearance of Lucifer.
In my reality, I know I’m ugly because the inside
of my heart  is evil like Satan.

In my imagination,  my heart is enclosed with love
In my reality my heart is enclosed with lust
while I pray to the spirit above.

In my imagination, my mind is a bird that  flies to every destination
In my reality, I’m a bear stuck in a trap and my mind is a car stuck in traffic because of an accident.

In my imagination, I feel like I can accomplish everything
In my reality, I feel like a disappointment because I accomplished nothing

My Life

Alot on my mind

Alot to say

Alot of time

to think all day.

I woke up today

felt nervous.

1000 thoughts

on my mind

every single time.

Head is more crowded

than a prison.

My head is a cellblock

and each thought

is a cell.

So narrow, no room

to breathe.

Annoys me like

a kid with a stick

poking me.

Is it misery

As I think suddenly

about the pain

that causes me

an affliction so deep

My faith drowns in

a pool of hate.

Imagine waking up

thinking your car can break

down any moment.

Imagine waking up 5am

on purpose to leave the house

to avoid seeing your parent

Imagine waking up loving

your girlfriend

but regret a relationship

for not having money

in your pocket.

Imagine working 2 jobs

with no days off

and still barely making it.

Imagine waking up

almost damn near 30

and still not independent

compared to your siblings.

Imagine waking up

and addicted to masterbating

because you fear

that you might be lacking

in the sex department

Imagine waking up feeling

disappointed

because you tired of seeing

the same faces.

Imagine waking up

realizing that it’s going

to be a long night of studying

Imagine waking up tired

but can’t take off because

of being broke

and have to make

room in your head to make

plans for your girlfriend.

Imagine waking up

upset with yourself

because you can’t

afford therapy sessions

because insurance

doesn’t cover it.

My body is a rope

and my thoughts

are playing tug of war

with my body.

Peace I get hardily any.

Unforribidden remedies

I seek close distance

but can’t touch.

I realized this in my sleep

when last night I dreamed

I met the former president

“Barack Obama”.

I was at buffalo wild wings

with my sister,

eating wings.

I just happen to look next

to me.

I saw him sitting right next

to me in a booth

with a blue tie matching

his dark blue suit

and black alligator shoes.

He was eating with his

wife “Michelle”.

Barack had a cheeseburger

on his plate.

Then I looked at his face.

I was astonished because

like why would the most famous

black man be a local

buffalo wild wings.

So I’m staring at him

then he stares back at me.

He extends his hands

and says

“I’m Barack and you are?”

When he said that I was beyond

shocked.

I almost fainted.

I got on my knees

and met eye level with his legs

and hugged it.

Now I don’t exactly remember what happened

next but

Barack did tell me

he was preparing for a speech.

I had a million questions to ask him

but my main question to him was

“In 2008 when you won the election,

Was you nervous, did you have doubts

that you wasn’t going to be a good president?”

I never got an answer because I woke up

from my dream.

The example of my dream is my real life.

When I feel like I get closer to accomplishing something,

my doubts consumes me realizing life is harder

than I imagine

and rejection is more common than accomplishments

You Didn’t Break Me

Life was hard but I’m still living.

The pool was deep but I’m still swimming.

Found away to stay above and remain floating.

I was in darkness, but the light is slowly glowing,

like something sparks that glowing in the dark.

It rained and thunderstorms, but the rays of the sun

shines mighty strong.

It shines in front, around, and behind my body as I stand tall

looking fine.

A taste of the precious moments in life, but getting to this point

was a tough fight.

I was at a civil war with the two sides of my personalities.

I lost a few battles, and it affected me mentally,

and the affects were drastically,

draining all the energy out of me, unconsciously.

Not knowingly, I would be struggling,

to live peacefully,

from allowing myself to be hurt from the enemy.

For a while,I thought I wasn’t going to make it.

I had a mind and it was full of consciousness,

but I felt like the Timman,

no heart so I became heartless.

I became oblivious

towards my responsibilities,

due to the painful deep

thoughts that killed my heart spiritually.

One day at a time, my heart is exercising

and the organ is developing.

Gradually become stronger, I hop over

the gate of misery and start fresh

with a clean slate.

Happily take measurements of my heart rate,

and more precious than a gold plate.

Going through some type mental update,

inside voices telling me

“Never too late,

life is hard but it’s never too late”,

so I choose to have faith.

I was sprayed with mase,

but I can still see.

My heart was broken in half,

but I can still see.

I failed on a opportunity

, but I still dream.

I lost on forever, but I have a family.

You hurt me yes, for a good while

and I went through misery,

but you did not break me.

You won some battles,

but I got the last word, I said

battleship.

Victory, you only thought you tasted a drip,

but I won the war and I’m captain and nobody

but me sail my own ship.

Why Do I Love You?

My heart bristled

and I dare not speak

but yet thoughts loud

like a whistle

while the right and left

atrium bleeds.

Wet sheets and motivation

fell like leaves from trees.

I beg please while

chasing the shadow.

Everything around me feels

hollow.

Life all of a sudden lost it’s

meaning

and to this day

I’m soaking up the sheets

Been years since I had

a good night sleep.

The puddle I left

was deep

For constantly repeating

memories of answers

that were oblique.

The water I tried to subdue

but mind gave up and let

loose.

Was I being deliberately obtuse?

Because why do I try to pursuit

I’m the one you didn’t choose.

Spiritual showers did not soothe.

Earth showers did not smooth emotions.

Negative energy didn’t get swallowed

by the oceans

Mother nature refused the transformation.

Trapped in Love’s potion.

I believe Cupid pick the wrong person?

Like a human trying to pick up

Thor’ s hammer

I can’t get the arrow off my body

it will always be attached to me.

Prosperity

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Long period of prosperity

will define me

and my poetry

will lead me to safety

and give life eternally

I will suffer now because eventually

I will seek success

before I am put to eternal rest

Poetry is what I love and respect

and it will lead me to prosperity

Poetry will define

my prosperity.

To do what I love

will increase currency.

No rest, no breaks

Be the best, learn from mistakes.

Poetry affects me mentally

Opens me up emotionally

Spoken word is therapy

that subtracts negative energy

and adds prosperity

Is Life More Than We Can Bare?

Laziness

Very contagious

but can’t help it.

Giving me a headache

while struggling to get out the bed

this morning.

Need to be studying

but yet get easily distracted.

2 jobs during the week

plus landscaping on the weekends.

I be so exhausted when the week ends.

The older I get

the more my patience get weaken.

Pressure made me nervous

to the point I feel like living is overrated.

Life is not what it seems

when it’s difficult to accomplish dreams.

Dreams is a star in the sky

that I will never reach.

I tried to concentrate when teachers teach

but success to me is beyond my reach.

Is it because my patience

is too short that’s why I can’t reach?

When I climb the ladder

I am still looking down

Is this why I fell to the ground?

Since I’m on the ground

Should I fight to get back up or just go to sleep

and live inside my dreams

and enjoy like watching a Disney movie

enjoying the fantasy.

So much things I want to accomplish

but so much time and effort

to be put in

I am only human

Is living in the world

beyond the human comprehension?

Beyond our level?

Living in this world

is like putting a first grader

in a fourth grade class

and expect him to have

a fourth grade reading level.

Is this why he struggle.

We are handle situations

too difficult and in life

we are tested then

learn the lesson later and I keep failing

falling harder.

Do you see why I’m so bitter?

Life is my enemy

that I want to conquer

but I have a war in my mind

I’m having a 2 front war.

Twice the energy wasted

which result me in having headaches.

Struggling to keep up

like a short man dancing wit a taller girl

Devil’s Politics

Devils politics

Technology and musical instruments

Artist perform and articulate lyrics

that help build their image

but destroy human population.

Women became thots and bitches

Symbolized as sex images

Sexual conduct is promoted

and girls are idolizing

the artists and videos

on television

and becoming sex objects

A bad bitch, a gangsta bitch

a baby momma and a diva.

We glorify these sexual personas

Gain friends and popularity

through the use of weed smoking.

That loud, that reffer, that purple haze,

orange kush

Different slang name, but it all does the same

damage in the brain.

Cells leaking out the head like semen

which leading women to abortion clinics,

children being neglected and a growth of single parents.

Husband and Wife is conservative

Baby momma and Baby daddy is the alternative

and over the years it became repetitive.

Shit sometimes a life is created out of a situationship

since marriage is damn near facing extinction.

Marriage is the bald eagle

Situationship is the pigeon that shit on relationships like car windows.

Peak inside the window at a isolated area

and you’ll see weed smoke and foggy windows.

Foggy windows could be viewed on porn sites.

The site that turns making love into a foreign concept.

Regular intercourse we overrate for focusing only on the body

instead of the intimacy.

The bonding hormone released at orgasm is released during masturbation ,when no one is present

so the bonding hormone we was all blessed with, stop having it’s effect.

Now privacy and safety is at risk and exposed to children

for falling victims to sexual offenders

and a quarter of teenagers been bullied through the internet or texting

and a select few have participated in sexting.

Devils strategy is to create a false sense of reality.

Schemed demonology mislead the population strategically.

Evil rarely detectable, its defined as a malicious tactic in stealth mode like a fighter plane.

Devils is the president that’s winning

every election

and fallen angles are the corrupted politicans in the house of Congress

utilizing musical instruments and technology.

Comment below if you can think of ways how music and technology affect society?

What Is Your Conclusion On Love?

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s an conclusion.

An unexpected occurance of an powerful spirit
beyond your average emotion
it must be tested.
We form an hypothesis when blind sighted
Eyes close or walking with a cane while
wearing a blindfold.
We seek everlasting peace
walking on a thin line rope
and the ocean below filled with sharks swim below
waiting for our downfall.
You see Cupid and he take his hand and reach
like a cashier giving a customer a receipt.
When you reach your hand out for help, he pulls back, transform to a demon and stab you with the pitchfork
Laughs and call you a dork.
Blood leaks below towards the sea
and you fall and become shark meat.

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion.

Love is highbeams
that shines the eyes
so bright,
have no choice
but to close your eyes.
Driving towards the destination of love and your blind.
Lose control of the steering wheel and yet praying you don’t lose control.
Hoping you don’t crash but if you do, is it your fault?
Is love something you can control?
Is love something we can hear behind a closed door?
Is love something that comes inside when you open the door, or is love knocking on the door to tell you goodbye so love can move on?

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion

Love is expressed through words
that build and destroy.
Love is priceless, but used like a toy
to play with a heart until it breaks.
Love is real and love is fake
when hate is real.
Love protects, but love is a risk.
Love heals you when your sick.
Love robs you when you rich.
Love is paradise, but love is hell.
Love keeps you focus, but love has a spell.
Love creates life, but love spreads a disease.
Love is contagious, does love ever sleep?
When you love somebody, do you wish for sleep?
When you love somebody, do you become sleepless?
When you love somebody, are you sleepwalking?
Can’t control where you walk, your imagination will lead you to your final destination.
Is the final destination Hell or Heaven?
Is the final destination a mansion or prison?
We form the hypothesis, but what’s your conclusion?
If you in love at this moment, you won’t know the affect of it until, you wake up from sleep walking

Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion
Love is blind
Love is an illusion
Love is risky
and that’s the conclusion

Determine Your Destiny By Controlling The Mind

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I am the master of my own mind.

I am disciplined

Keeping my thoughts in line

like students in the hallways

or like soldiers on the battlefield.

I take deep breaths

to give each thought space

to constantly build them into shape.

Thoughts run like water down the sink drain

Sometimes I may speak soft and gentle

Sometimes I may speak loud and complain.

But as you listen to me

don’t take what I say to you personal

I am just articulating the thoughts running in my brain

Walking Willy The Cannibal

This is a Halloween poem I wrote last year. Happy Halloween to every blogger on wordpress

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This is Halloween and I wanted to write something very evil to really spook my followers. I want you to really see the type of mind that I have. I can write a poem about anything. I can write the sweetest poems in the world, and I can can write the meanest poems in the world. I have a crazy imagination. But at the end of the day this is only a poem  For those of reading this, this poem is graphic and evil so if you don’t have the stomach for violence, stop now and log off and go watch cartoons. This poem is not for kids. Also please if this poem is inappropriate I do apologize but I would rather you not leave me any negative comments or any criticism. At the end of the day, this is my blog and I can post what I like. I…

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