Becoming IndependentThey say a little bit of faith can move a mountain,
That music can tame the savage beast,
But what if the mountain is that savage beast?
And that mountain has swallowed up what little faith you have?
Don't look to the world for pity,
For pity though beautiful in theory, stance and poise,
It is for the young, the weak, the crippled and the lazy,
For pity only belongs to those who cannot help themselves,
And if you intend to be a man or woman and stand on your own two feet in this world,
Then don't let pity or charity ever cross your mind,
For pity is only for the weak and should always be given in charity,
It should never be received with pride.
They say that the best food ever made,
They say the best job ever done,
They say the most satisfying action that one could see, do, or taste,
Is that act done by your own hands, at your own pace, by your own will,
With all your heart and spirit put behind it.
This is the source of the achievements of all great people,
People with passion like Ga
How can i know Love?
What do you do when you long for intimacy?
What can be said to keep this lust suppressed?
How can one be at peace with a strong lustful desire breaking down every wall of your mind, creating Chaos, Lust, Frustration and Pain?
What do you do when your heart is willing to embrace love, or even lust for the intimacy you desire, but your mind is cautious and self-doubting?
The depression felt in my heart is great,
The strife that my mind endures is utter torture,
The failure I've had to bare is just nerve racking!!
The misery I feel from holding unto the past can never be brought to words,
Just my tears and sorrow can sum up my pain,
Even if it is empathy felt from the dishonor my parents have to bare daily.
Love is a not a state of being or choice,
It is not something that can be bought or researched,
It can not be classified, or reproduced, though it is often imitated,
Love is something that can only be shared between people,
And trust me, the pain you go through in order to earn that lo
I see a little boy runningI see a little boy running,
He tries to act brave,
In the face of danger he trebles, but acts his way through his fear,
He thought he was a man at a young age, and was trained to believe so,
But when he tried to do child like things, he was coaxed form doing them.
Expected to be a man, but still with the heart of a child,
Spirit broken, heart shattered,
Life lost ion strife and personal torment.
He cannot sleep,
His heart somber,
He doesn't know the meaning of words,
He lies asleep, lies awake,
He lies about everything.
He steals, but not on purpose,
He laughs when he's crying inside,
He says there's nothing wrong when really he's dying inside.
He runs from deaths grip, by trying to raise beautiful rows of words,
But all he can get is a life time of ADD and thorns piercing every crevice of his body.
He cries every night for mommy to come,
But all he gets is contempt and hate.
A young boy became a man too fast,
And the only one he has to blame is himself.
The only one he can blame is hi
Late night thirst
She's a shy young woman, who's nervous around me,
She's worried that I'll try her as just another fling,
But I see in her eyes lust and desire,
I have an idea of what she desires.
I pull her close and to test her desire,
As I kissed her neck,
Her blood become fire,
I drew her closer, pressed my body against hers,
She becomes flustered, trying to stay in control.
I kiss her lips, I hold her still,
She draws away slowly, drying not to blush,
I caress her chest; I left her in awe,
I twirled my on her breast, she lost her Breath,
I gripped her waist close, she felt my desire,
I turned of the lights, and fulfilled her desires
I walked her into my office, in the middle of the night,
Laid her on the table, slipped her pants off slow,
I admired the site of her sweet essence in front of me,
I kissed her thighs, my pants tightened slightly,
I moved the match that would strike an inferno slowly across her lips,
And I gave her soul a nice long kiss.
I felt her squirm as I started that fire,
My Strong Tower
The blows that society throws weaken me,
Bruised from the `Sticks and stones` are projected at my frame,
All manner or `botheration` hunting me down,
Even in the seemingly safe realm of dreams.
When my back is against the wall,
And all of my hope has faded,
I restore my hope by looking within my soul,
To a place which is odd even to me.
This place within my soul,
Fills me with the strength and pride of a Mountain,
like a shield against this worlds fury.
Like a mighty protector,
never moving, or falling for anyone.
Because this my health is restored,
and my heart is made bolder,
my faith in my self and my Lord are restored,
All Because of my strong tower...HOPE
Wailing goes on in my mind,
and my heart slowly weeps,
As I long to be with you,
Even when we meet in our creep.
With the fall of shadows,
And the nights sky our audience,
we embrace our passion.
As we partake of this forbidden fruit.
Our eyes fill with passion,
our souls are set ablaze,
As we two, seemingly become one,
In a seemingly forbidden embrace.