Climbing down the ladder of what I called success
Is something that I had all wrong

Now it’s my turn to push others to reach their dream
To teach them life and real success

Inspiration and love is now my golden rules
Now that I’ve learned what real success is

Success for money I had beyond belief  to most
But success for love I never had

These people that know me, think I’m a king
I give them things that they have never seen

But their not learning from, for I am learning from them
They show me nothing but love, just for who I am

The never knew me from one to the next
Yet they accepted me in their world

Where I feel the best.

I often wonder how i have come to be.....
I often wonder how i travel through to see.....

This atmosphere that i live in, I cannot see...... Everytime I breathe my feelings change within me....

This flesh that i live in, i cannot control it's growth... So how can I be expected to control my mind......

I am influenced and brain washed by whats around me..... Please do not judge me for my actions, I know no difference......

Everytime my surroundings are replaced to something new....... I have to learn a new set of rules and adapt to it's culture......

I want to like change, but sometimes it is difficult for me...... As I become embellished with the change I then change......

I am often guided in my directions losing my main focus..... Only wanting to pull into my shell where I can find no answers.....

I drift aimlessly though my mind to try and discover my real purpose...... Only to be confused and excited, which leaves me bewildered.......

I have found my direction many times only to find myself distracted..... As I go though life I have learned many things, only not who I am......

My comfort level changes with every step I take.... My emotions change with every breathe I take.....

But in this life,
I must respect the wishes of my mind that is mine.....

as i push myself
through this thick fog

where i cannot see my hand
in front of my face

but i know i can find my love,
she's out there

yes, it will be hard
to find something i cannot see

i constantly run into things,
i trip,
i fall,
i cry,
i hurt.

yet, i will never give up,
this foggy journey

i constantly hear voices
beyond the distance of my sight.

saying,
i also need love
i also cry
i also hurt
can you love me

i look and look
but i cannot find anyone

will this fog ever lift
or will i be always trapped

i wait for that day
to find my love

How does one actually get into one's heart....
How does one know actually where to start.....

Could it be from the look in one's eyes.....
Could it be from the words of no dispise....

Does it start by the looks of one.....
Does it start by the words of one...

Will it happen by the luck of the draw....
Will it happen through *** and desire.....

Do you look into a person's past.....
Do you look into a person's future....

Has games been played that makes you afraid....
Has drama been there that will cause you to stray.....

Life is funny and pretty much predictable.....
Life can be lonely at times, yet sustainable....

Is it the choice of the matter....
Is it the matter of the choice....

When does one find the heart they want....
When does one give up their heart to another.....

To you
You know
Who you are
Don't be scared
Because you are scared
I've been scared
Plenty of times
It makes me stronger
But I keep it inside
It sometimes hurt
But we must get by
Emotional scares
That make us cry
Love another
Is the only way
Learn from your scares
Please don't hide
Rid yourself
From these
Emotional scares

As I sit here and ponder about my life

Would or could I have done anything different

We always dream  about what we don't have

It could be material things which are filled with nothing

Dreams of love are dreams of feelings

Things that hurt so bad, because we want meang

Meaning for love that we sometimes don't have

To fulfill our life in times of sadness

I never thought that i could change

A lifelong addiction that drove me insane

Now that clean I've found my dream

Now love fulfills all of my dreams

I have traveled from my home
to a place I thought could be my own

I now feel trapped in the grips of time
I now struggle to find my way in time

I  sleep to catch a break
only to be waken by reality

I try to fight another day
caught in same old ****** routine

I can only find peace
when I hear no voices

I sometimes feel like a child
that can't find his way

I don't like to hear people
tell me what is best for me

****, they don't even know me
Is their meaning real or condescending

I seem to misinterpret things
from time to time with uncertainties

I try not to lose it, feeling like a servant
to my own ****** up thoughts

I try to stop this self creation of self pity
That can only lead me to sin

I must break this mind set
and clear my head

or die before I wake instead

when he looks at her, he tries to read her
he thinks he knows what she is thinking

when she looks at him, she tries to read him
she thinks she knows what he is thinking

yet he tries hide his own thoughts
which he knows he very well indeed

yet she tries hide her own thoughts
which she knows him very well indeed

she stutters briefly when she tell little white lies
she blinks rapidly when she can't tell the truth

he stutters briefly when he tell little white lies
he blinks rapidly when he can't tell the truth

her body language tells all
his body language tells all

why does she think that she can constantly get over him
why does she constantly dig her own hole

why does he think that he can constantly get over her
why does he constantly dig his own hole

it's just what end do they want to be on

the receiving end or the giving end
it's not about winning or losing

it's  all about hurt for both
one want to feel dominate

why can't they be truthful
why can't they be equal

How can one describe ones life....
Is it the good or the evil...
What makes it right...

The times we fall....
The times we crawl...
But yet we still stand tall...

To the battles we faught,
weather win or lose...

The blood does dry,
yet tears still fall from the sky...

The healing process,
so thin, so frail...

Like a golden egg shell,
lined with diamonds...
So handle with care..

As one heart beats slow,
one will beat fast...

One from love,
one from death...

Like a fogged in road,
With no place to go...

My mind goes blank,
from the things I let go...

How does one's thinking actually work. Should I explain, yes I will. You can call me Dr. Phil if you like, my friends do.

Thinking, we all know comes from the mind, yet reacts in different manners. There acts of movements, there thoughts of desire, reaction that some say it's not a thought, that *******. How long does it take for a thought to get to your heart, the biggest decision maker. I know, some of you are going to think that the heart has nothing to do with it. If you think your right your heartless.

Let me not get off the point.

Thoughts come into your head, you have about 70,000 thoughts a day, give or take.  With these thoughts you think of your experience from the past. Things that made you feel good, bad, sad, pain, hurt, all the norm. Before you can ever decide what you have to do, you have to think about it. Some will say no, I will say ******* again. Example, you go tho the store with a friend, to the candy isle. You each get something different, you get what has pleasures you in the past from what you desire. Desire is something you want based on past experience or it could be from something you heard that stimulated your mind. With desire brings pleasure. Like *** maybe, haha.

I don't want to make this long:

Boolean Logic:
((((Information brings  thoughts)+ (( past feelings)+ (rationalize))
                     (Divide by heart = outcome))))

I know most everyone know this, but we sometimes need a refresher course in life. Especially when we start making mistakes, again.

I can rest assure that you had to use your mind and think about this one.

Thanks for following me as I follow you.
God Bless
David

As the winter winds blow in the night.... I hear howling sounds with thoughts of freight.... With thoughts of pain and feelings of hurt.... I try to run but my legs won't work... Will my time come from a sharpened knife.... Could this be the end of my life..... Is it fear of the night that i hold.... Did it come from a dream that feels so cold.... These thoughts I feel keep me trapped.... Someone please wake me with a slap....

Where do bad folks go when they die
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly

They go to the bottom of a fire and fry
And I won't see them again until I die

I knew many who took their last breath
With a needle in their arm and you know the rest

They went to their grave just a little too soon
They flew away howling on the yellow moon

Now these people cry and these people moan
They look for a good place to call their home

They try to find some place to rest their bones
While the demons and the devils try to make them their own

They go to the bottom of a fire and fry

No talking
Between the lines
No speaking
In riddles
No forming
Of the body of the poem
Just say
What the ****
You mean
You know what
Nobody has to like me

The feelings of being hated,
only affect the weak and insecure.......

If I see hatred from a person,
I see signs of weakness and insecurities......

How does one deal with a bigot?
Bigot is a bit different.....
It is when one tries to influence one with hatred....

If someone hates you for what you have or the friends you keep.

It may sound like hate, it's called, envy or jealousy.

If someone hates you from something you've done to them,
that's resentment......

As long as you've done nothing wrong,
there's nothing you need to change......

I live my life by one rule.....

As long as I live a clean life,
I usually do not care what one thinks....

We cannot controls what one says or does.....
Yet, should one always forgive????

a death of a strager in sight
usually leads to curiosity

sometimes death on the news
is ignored or leaves us in awwww

death of a friend
we sometimes feel different

but a death of a loved one
is full of pain

i sit back and think that god wants no grief
yes, there is time of mourniing to make death complete

now if you come to my home town
which is new orleans

when someone diess, we dance in the street
we carry their coffin to a jazz beat
we throw in some blues for the few that cry

but we all know threre's a party in the sky

Plunged into this thing called life
Most find it very hard to swim

The things that one was taught
has not done much for them

They seem to struggle
to keep their head above water

They can sometimes wade through
when the current is calm

But calm is something
They are not use to

For the few that care
They get a life preserver at times

They will continually hold on
To what they can find

Because for the most part
They can always find something to hold on to.

And that is their hope
that no one can take away

The toung is like a rudder on a ship
Yet so small, but powerfull.

Just the smallest change in direction
Could take miles of your life to recover.

Something so small can change the direction of your life.

It can also causes, harm, sorrow and destruction.

But it can also get you were you want to be.

It can take you to great places
But yet, could get you lost.

If you have to, sometimes, bite it.

The things people say....
The things people do....

Can somtimes make,
a fool out of you....

The way people act....
The games they play...

Will only let them,
lead your way......

To the lies they tell.....
To the drama they live...

Has no reason,
for them to give.....

To the things they will take..
For they will never give....

To their selfish acts,
is no way to live....

To the burdens in life..
To sickness and health..

Grant me this wish,
of only love and wealth...

As i keep my eye's open....
I watch society change....

Is it to the better,
or is it to the worst....

The flip side of life,
is such a drastic change....

As one dies,
one will be born...

As one cries,
one will smile....

As one hurts,
one is happy....

As one is in pain,
one is in joy....

As two marry,
two will separate.....

To the real....
To the posers...

To the rich...
To the poor....

To the healthy...
To the sick....

To the friendly....
To the lonely....

To the family....
To the homeless....

Everyone, I mean everyone,
has one thing in common...

Just look up and talk to the man....

He will never leave you....
He will never forsake you...
He will never judge you...

He will only forgive you,
and love you......

A 9 year old a future poet. She says she loves everybody.

                         Safety

Safety saves your life
Safety is good for kids
Safety saves people
So look at cancer people
Stay away from cigarettes
Cause it can cause you
To be in the hospital
Safety is a important thing
I wanr all you to know
Safety is good for you
And I love you


And she's only 9 what a great kid

When I tell you I love you
Do you even need me

When I try to hug you
You don't even squeeze me

I try to  kiss you
You turn away

I know I still love you
So please don't walk away

I know that I need you
So please can you stay

Give me a chance
So please baby stay

I'll deffently be there
I'll always love you
I'll always care

Please try and remember
Our love that we shared

But always remember
I'll always be there

Please...
Please...
Please...
As i drop to my knees...


I look to the heavens...
While i count to 7...

A game as a child...
That felt so wild...

A first ***** squeeze,
A blush and red cheeks...

We come out of the closet,
with all eyes amongst us..

The next 2 go in,
and then come out...

Did one get lucky,
and out pops a child...

Not ever being told,
keep your **** on hold...

Like truth or dare,
yet never swear....

A childish game,
that can drive u insane...

One potato...
Two potato...
Three potato...
Four...

We begin this game,
by running afar..

If your it,
a game of hit and miss...

Like Marco Polo in a pool,
no cheating is the rule..

As we close our eyes,
and drift to sleep...

Childhood games,
is what i miss..

As the pain of the knife i felt stabbing me in the back
The black whole and black universal abyss pirate treasure map cracked
Open seasame on seasomy street elmo and big bird snack
The plate and tunnel vision tube with birning pictures attack...
The records of archives and tape recorder ******
Maxing out credit cards until andromada Pandora bOX crack
Thankfully the painting on the picture in the kitchen MATCh MAX
Max a million in mortal and immortals WW{3} combat
The water is broken and the paint on the Mona Lisa cheek smack
Still with a poker face straight face held in perfection barracks
One military commander and commandress controlling a corporation sleeping sack
In church with briefcase packed
My relm is never out of wack
Black cat crosses ducks quack
Ducking and dodging paper stacked

Trying to lose the shadow of my past
Every night it reminds me of who i am

It stalks me and constantly talks to me
Trying to direct me to my old ways

Those feelings are about gone and
my shadow seems to be changing

It now looks for a clean life without hurt
The hurtful ways have seemed to vanished

The mindset is very new and very driven
Hurtings has changed to helping others

The angry side is now the kind side
The manipulating side is now the teaching side

Anyone can change if you want it
Never think you are invensable

Because one's time does come!!!!!!!

why do i want to play in your tidal wave

Treat a person,
as you want to be treated....

Respect a person,
as you want to be respected....

Love a person,
as you want to be loved....

If you want the truth,
speak the truth....

If you want honesty,
then always be honest....

If you care,
then show you care....

If you don't like someone,
tell them to their face.....

**** the games!!!!
**** the drama!!!!

Life is way to short,
to deal with *******....

Get what you want out of life....
**** fear, hit it head on.....

To the ones we once loved...
To the ones we now hate...

To the ones who play games...
To the ones who are fake...

From the times gone good....
From the times gone sin.....

From the times of the future...
From the times we had.

From the times of glory....
From the times of saddness....

With a loving heart....
With a broken mind....

With blood on ones hands....
With times gone bad.....

With a life of illusions....
With a delusional life....

Some try and try,
only to fail.

To build ones fear,
from a life the could have....

You had something to hide
Should have hidden it, shouldn't you

Now you're not satisfied
With what you're being put through

It's just time to pay the price
For not listening to advice

And deciding in your youth
On the policy of truth

Things could be so different now
It used to be so civilized

You will always wonder how
It could have been if you'd only lied

It's too late to change events
It's time to face the consequence

For delivering the proof
In the policy of truth

Never again is what you swore
The time before

Now you're standing there tongue tied
You'd better learn your lesson well

Hide what you have to hide
And tell what you have to tell

You'll see your problems multiplied
If you continually decide

To faithfully pursue
The policy of truth

A girl from a different place a different culture
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A deadly whisper with the kiss of death
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A wondering thought of being with her again
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A backlash from another to drive a jealousy stake in you
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The feelings that drive you to her and her to you
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The verbal beatings of others to push you away
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The feelings of something that push you to her
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Constantly being judged for your uncontrollable actions
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You wonder why does love have to be so hard
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At the end do you die for her or does she die for you