The Base of your Foundation

To kill a mockingbird

these talking 11 herbs

and spices

Entices my hunger

for transparency in

life trials.

Spoken words climbing up

the slippery slope of false pretenses

my sense reacts

since yours does not.

Maybe that is why each perspective is

different.

Just as long as the true

few who see the big picture

understand that the switch hitter

usually find themselves

with no team to play for.

Your reflection

is not what you saw before,

before the contradictions

of contrary quotable's

shook your foundation

the base that was based

upon a slippery slope fruitless

soil.

Mental Tangent

Mental Tangent

Its a must

that you trust

the fact the when backs are against

the wall, the truisms of each nature's ideology

will emerge.

Allowing this small part of a personality

to control the larger

is the slippery-slope that us

as human beings have been struggling with throughout

evolution.

So, so called solution have been concocted

by men to structure life

with such paths in which

to reach enlightenment.

Solution are not man-made,

It's higher.

To illustrate the big picture

or explain the difference between

each fixture of philosophy,

one must first grasp

the difference between religion and spirituality,

then next step is understanding

where your personal destination lies.

Trying does nothing

but pull you into a cycle of never

completing,

just the juggling of many eggs

without cooking your first omelet.

'I just want to live'

is not sufficient anymore.

And live to do what?

Exist?

Well, choice is all we have
and whatever your decision is

the consequence sinks or swims

in the waters of personal fulfillment.

No scapegoating per the

outcomes

Only the standing on top

of each damn we construct

and finding out if the holes

are small enough to

not drown one in the vast waters of life.

Learning on the fly

I taste life

as I race life.

Strife is only a word

to curb one's enthusiasm.

So why can't I exhale?

I inhale enough for the masses,

and everyone has something to say,

but is listening,

at times when you need to speak up,

TOO MUCH LISTENING.

When is it right to speak,

and suppress the leak

of the person,

who is

at that moment releasing

Carbon from their mouth

in order to instruct

and choke the life out of your creativity.

When does time and independence meet?

Hopefully not permiting

defeat

to rear it's ugly head up into the mix.

For then the infection spreads

throughout your body,

mind,

spirit and inevitable your identity.

It is that thief in the night

that plagues us all

but knowing yourself is knowing when

to fall to the waste-side of that road

and form your own path

paved by uniqueness and creativity.

Dreams and Aspirations

What gets me

is the way the vibe

tempts me

into new proclamations.

I proclaim that this

ride has not settled

into comfortability.

I only find the ability

of each bump to do

nothing more than act as

a stepping stone to the

light.

The light at the end

of all of our journeys.

You know the

place

deep down where we

spend all our excess

energy trying to convince ourselves

that we are not worthy.

I am

and I now stand firm

to be

beat down by any

persons perspectives.

Fear is not an option,

for I just try to understand

the source.

Who is the true person

who intends to distort my focus.

friend or foe

it is a battle that we all must

fight and differentiate between.

Constructive is okay

but understanding the difference

between that

and what is meant to

construct an uncrossable

bridge between a person and their aspirations

is hard.

No answers lie

in the text of this ramble

but the truth lies in each person.

Dig deep and find your truth,

it starts with analyzing oneself.

Destination Paved By this Man

Trying to find the

destinations in which tedious

talkative transvestites

are in the midst

of taking me.

What destination is the pendulum

going to swing next

can I text you the answer

or is it against the rules

Of engagement.

For my thoughts tend to refocus

to engage the mind and spirit,

the car in which I steer

it can be out of focus

for many to see coming,

but I assure you it's there.

Clothes make the man,

so they say,

but I say

how the clothes

shall tailor to me.

I am a man

hear me roar,

but understanding

that when I speak up,

my awareness of the consequences

have already peaked.

I accept my bark, bite and

any confrontational

altercations that they generate

That is why I call myself MAN.

Distraction vs. Destination

days and days

of phrased praise.

One understands words

but sometimes the meaning

escapes the natural curve

of reality.

I just try to walk and

not stumble off the

path of righteousness.

But buses and buses

of people keep

side-swiping me

spinning my focus in a different

direction from the

end of this journey.

the choice,

though,

is mine,

for by allowing the

distraction of others directions

to intertwine with my mind

fault lies within this spine.

It is mine to grasp and hold

onto,

for every wasted distraction

gives me more

clarity to finish this journey

when hurdles are passed

and the path

allows my vision to once more grasp.

A quick release from the brain

It seems

that my dreams have

become a parallel

track.

I stay still waiting for

the next realm of

reality to rear it's ugly head.

Instead there is a dead

kind of perspective

that puts my mind to

a future dread.

My thoughts have been tortured.

my fortune sits on the outskirts of

my being,

Finally seeing things

for how they should be.

Finally planting a tree of thought

who's roots

spread throughout

mother nature,

supplying a new foundation of

new thought throughout the nation.