My Yesterdays

I consider every aspect in my aspirations and desires...As I constantly think of what will transpireAnd with all that I can honestly sayI constantly pray for tomorrow's yesterday.Does that even make senseTo say such a thing.To blindly soar in the clouds..without direction or sturdy wings..I need to stay on this winding path...that leads to an invisible stairway to tomorrow's yesterday.Somehow "Someday"...

I always hope for...

I always hope for... a woman that´s so sure, tainted by society but somehow still pure one who can physically endure my hectic life while managing hers while remaining emotionally secure One with spiritual faith whose foundation is made of stone instead of being transparent like glass because through God all relationships last. Someone with exquistite class Who can see right through material things...

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Sometimes it seems as if you can't get a break Everyday you awake you feel as if every decision you make was a mistake As each rejection sends tremors through the figurative faults in your mind causing a mental earthquake as you wonder what went wrong. you try and remain strong even though your back is against the wall and success seems long gone. So you think, ponder, and wonder As you say to yourself...

My Pen Bleeds

My pen only bleeds what I see in real lifeAs I plant and plow the seeds of uniqueness into each bit of prosein order to make it satiate the needs of my convictionsIn addition to enabling others to heed my recognition as they read in wonderment and suspicion about which alter ego I choose to portrayDay to day I make an attempt to please others with my passion, emotion and dismay.You see, this pen...