Silence is Golden

Silence is Golden as questions become unanswered.
Stress and tension tend to build up at the pit of my stomach as if my secrets would like to be set free.
I sit in a dark room staring at four corners with deep thoughts flowing through my mind one after another.
I start to think why should this and why should I that or why does it really matter?
I pause and think to myself should my secrets be revealed but then a statement comes to mind and tells me...Silence Is Golden

Reduced to Tears

Tears...The water that washes the soul.
Is Every man afraid to reveal their tears and sensitivity to other men?
Does it make them pheel like less of a man?
Does the opposite sex pheel that the man is a BITCH because of how sensitive he is?
Some men hold back their pain and suffering just so they stand up to bigger foes they phace everyday.
That characteristic promotes phalseness and shows how men are tryna be something that they're not.
But the phunny thing about that is im the least imitated...I might not cry a lot but thats because most of the time yall hear that one quote out of me that most of you would agree with "aint my problem".
As a boy we are taught by some form whether its our father,T.V.,are mother, or even just learned it the hard way ways of coping with reality.
There is no guaruntee that a man will cry more than usual but i can promise when you see a man reduce to tears its either because he got rich or because he phaced his phears.

Symbols

My humor ,symbolizes how I pull my family, and my friends closer through a simple joke.

My Intelligence, although not the sharpest nail in the toolbox,I'm not the dullest knife in the kitchen set.My brainpower can befuddle even the biggest of brains.

My pain,symbolizes only worries.Since I'm in a constant state of worrying mental pain overrides any physical pain I can have.

My Love, symbolizes my strengths and my weakness.I am strong enough to love but not weak enough to give into it.

As I succeed in life I see that I am now more of a symbol of my families progression and also a symbol for my parents raising educated successful kids.

Name it What You want

NAME IT WHAT YOU WANT
Clouded judgments and strong opinions make up this man before you…Strong will and my unique personality are the bricks that build this structure. Asking for a way out is too simple, too easy, so I struggle at everything I do just to please me.
I’m that egg that can’t be cracked, the lock that can’t be picked. Am I heartless? No jus Hardness, a strong shell that hold my secrets inside until I die. Secrets so old they begin too turn green and mold. I can smile all I want but the truth is…I’m Stressed but I get enough love and support so I would say I’m Blessed. No way in HELL I would have made it this far without the people around me. I should say I love you all even the people who pound me.
Maintaining this hard lifestyle is hard as it is so I wish I could go back to the simple pleasures of a kid. Back when action figures were my favorite things to play with. Not now when everyday I look for a girl to lay with. Makin money seems like it’s harder than ever but back in the gap as young boy I used to play unbury the treasure. Where is that gold at now that I used to dig up? It’s at a pawn shop sitting next to earrings from Jacobs.
So if I flip you a finger don’t get mad flip me one back…just know in this cold world I’m wearing a jacket…What’s on your back?

187 Miles To Go

Ready to be home
tired of bein alone
don't think we freinds just cuz yo numba is in my fone
In two weeks I'll be relaxin but for now I'm jus thinkin,damn,187 miles to go.

In the ghetto the number 187 means death.
But to me thats how many mile til I get home.
That warm embrace,my mothers smiling face.
Yes.187 miles to go

Warm cooked meals is what i yearn for.
Yet the cafe's burned burgers is what I smell more.
GOT DAMN I CAN"T WAIT.
187 Miles to go.

My jokes can only hide the truth,
I'm waiting on myself to step inside the booth.
As I reveal the logo of the "S" on my chest.
I yell FUCK SAy town cuz Houston's the best.
187 Miles to go

I experienced near death as I slept at the wheel.
But I wasn't ready to die cuz me and god had a deal.
In a week or two me and mahogany goin to da H.
To see family that I love,man ya boi can't wait.
At this time I would kill to be home,hate to die alone.
So I ask God "when I die can you make sure I'm at home?"
187 Miles to Go

Which 1?

WHICH 1?
At the moment it feels that love is in the air.
It’s visible in the eyes of everyone in the vicinity.
Love so blinding that even the most single of minds have the glazed look.
But when it comes at you from multiple directions we seem to be lost in the loop of loves highways.
Knowing whichever way you go could have negative consequences you tend to shy away from the decision.
Which 1? Constantly runs through your mind.
You want to quickly make a decision before the opportunity passes.
To continue to on the path I’m on is a losing situation.
Yet somehow I have yet to choose a direction.
Over and Over again we pace back in forth contemplating on Which 1?
Until finally we get second opinions and refer to our maps that shows exactly which path fits best.
Even though that other direction was an easier direction to travel the harder path is more compatible.
So unless you prefer the company of yourself on the day of couples (Valentine’s Day),
I suggest you decide Which 1 you feel the most harmonious with

Lack Of Knowledge

Lack of knowledge is killing my brethren.
I see them on the streets everyday;
I want so desperately to show them The Way.
I yell, I scream, I get up in their face,
But they can't see me, they can't feel me,
They won't let me penetrate their space.
This bubble we live in will surely carry us off to a far away place,
Where there is no light.
We have the Power to leave this place,
Free your mind and find your space
It is vast and not contained don't waste your time being vain.
Turn yourself inside out and find out what your life is about.
You'll be surprised at what you might find
Lurking within the depths of your mind,
Knowledge is key to everything in the universe we see.
Everything is not as it seems.
We are all caught up in a great big scene
Trying to collect that almighty Green.
Waiting for a savior to do us a Favor,
Rapture, Redemption, Religion
How does it all fit in or is it just a prison?
What do you know about it?
You're just its Victim!