Stepping Towards Love and Growth

I'm here thinking that Love
should be the answer,

But then
other voices

puff their chests out and 

think that they have an answer that differs.

You're privi to your opinion 

but it doesn't mean I have to follow suit. 

The proof is in the out-come. 

Sometimes, taking yourself 

out of the equation 

helps in the growth 

of perspective. 

I'm not that old 

but age has not restricted me from 

understanding the nuances of 

person to person interactions. 

These tend to be the cornerstone 

of whether one adds to their inner circle,

Or lands on the scale of subtraction. 

I currently can't call it 

for I'm not fully there myself,

and I don't want to rely on such a crutch to propel me.

I've accepted that 

I'm okay with difference,
and am not trying to shut down 

the truth. 

I find my proof in the words of an obstacle not connected.
Who am I to question,

 just,
sit in it.

So I sit here,

trying to decipher the truth and because I love this 

craft so much, I don't feel the need to explain. 

Let us just grow together
especially in this New Year.

Age Of Peace and Understanding

It took words to bring me back.

It took words to bring me back to the Jekyll 

to my Hyde.

The pride's always been there

but

It's no longer a garment

I have to wear.

Now it just sits on shoulders

and plays games with my reactive state

like it's last name's Holder 

And I live in Texas.

But I digress,

Without the need to give 

my Alter-ego room to press

or

 entertain the thoughts 

of 

"Did I Impress"

You.

There's no more war 

between these opposing sides of my nature,

Just understanding 

that each has it's place 

and my daily state 

is not focused on fear 

of an calculated pace.

Age has given me comfortability

in viewing a future 

through the fractured glass of fragility.

It took words to bring me back to 

living for that moment.

The moment that's organic

and my nature 

which in the past has been Frantic

is laid to rest. 

All I experience from this point on

is pleasure in the Pure

and that energy is static.  

 Everything doesn't have to make sense,

I can just wade in the waters 

of not always controlling 

every aspect of my destiny 

and that's fine with me.

Mistakes = Teachable Moments

Allow a me a moment

to Inhale 2018 

and Exhale 2017

Understanding with full 

Totality 

The gravity of a

Past to Present ratio.

Miss-steps 

Do Not Last

And the Cash 

one can inherit 

from such an understanding 

Out-weighs

Anything taught to you in a class room.

A lesson as simple as

Any so-called "mistake"

Is just a teachable moment,

If

You keep your ears open

Your mind a scopin

and are able to 

maneuver pass 

The fear of Failure.

Every step 

Whether Missed or Calculated

Is Just a piece 

in a life's puzzle

to get one closer to the light.

A light so bright 

that it warms you on those

days 

when you want to retreat 

into yourself 

and hide from the world.

Experience shows 

that there's no true 

escape from the light,

"For whatever

happens in the Dark,

Will eventually to come to light."

So,

As for 2017 

It behaved as it should've,

slinging Peaks and Valleys

from 

corporate meeting 

to alleys,

but dwelling on either the 

high or the low 

cannot help the present.

Memory is still the key 

to free one-self 

from retracing past

faulty steps

Just be self-aware enough

to not allow these steps to be trapped 

in the quick sands 

of time.

That past fine,

potentially 

can keep one from bathing 

in the sublime waters of 2018

and living in the present.

   

Views From Inside Out 2017

I seek not 

the cause of 

cautious parents surrounding

the idea of Santa Claus.

Is too much honesty 

too much 

an appeal to the youth?

Thank God 

for questions I do not have to answer.

But without the answers 

the questions still lie.

And then 

who's truly lying?

In search for context in such

contextual driven 

decisions.

A government

we always trusted to be 

a  terrifically 

treacherous 

in regards to disclosing 

its truths.

But now we are sitting on the cusp

of collapse 

both foreign and domestic. 

It seems as if 

domestic abuse 

is not just relegated to 

the so-called 

"super-thugs"

A concept that may not even 

be considered a reality 

as it was in the 90's.

 For such abuses

have always existed out of 

the hood. 

But the candy-caned 

glasses

designed by Fendi and Abercrombie and Finch

blocked the view to reality.

It's hard to blame such a 

misguided

misinformed

socially searching for some 

type of belonging

group of people.

For we all want to 

find those 

who understand and embrace us.

I've just gotten to the point

that 

it's not worth the sacrifice
of the truth. 

The Dawn of 2016

It's situated between two paths

and thy eyes are fixated

on the unveiled horizon.

There's no turning around

for the unproven ground 

is what I seek, 

There is solace in this

train of thought,

There is no box 

that can contain me

and if there was 

I'd want it to negate 

the past.

The past 

where great deeds 

blended into bad and 

bad deeds blended into 

miscalculation of one's true intentions.

I do not aspire to control

allowing the realization

that the past is uncontrollable.

The only decisions to be made 

are about where future steps lie. 

And ideally 

without the input of distractive voices in my head.

Happiness has been obtained 

by understanding the goals 

that lie ahead 

and forging a path to meet each

with head held high 

fortitude intact.

To all who've helped me come to 

such a place

I thank you.

Friend or foe

owed or owe

rich or poor

debts will be collected

and true relationships will no longer 

be left neglected.

Outside The Cage Looking In

Outside The Cage 

Looking In

I choose to just reflect a point a view

And then sit down and

Try and break down every response.

A magician trying to

Organize the waves of the sea

The many waves

Rise and fall

And gravity walks away

To leave the decision of pull

To someone less qualified to place judgment

on the destination of the masses.

Tisk tisk

A task and a flask

To make these decisions

Approachable without conscience.

At least,

 in the moment,

For,

One’s mind

Is now floating on waters

Between

Black and White.

A fine line sitting on the grey sea of life.

Information is not held within

Its pipeline.

Just Polarization of America

In which its value system is the new chew toy.

The same story

Started by the

Black and White

Is now the story read by

brown, yellow and red.

Ideals caught up in the flag

That we once looked up to with raised heads

Has fallen along the waste side

And such notions on

We now Tread.

 Breeding does not mean well bred.

Understanding entitlement is not the language of the

Well read.

But allows for the cutting of corners

In order to get ahead.

The chink in ones armor is

Available for viewing

And the cage around you

Is self inflicted

Unlike the people who are born into it

Without a choice.

Self -Discussion

Simple sentences

serenade thy ears so sweetly.

So sweetly that words get lost in the 

melody.

Ideally 

two parts should move as one

to make a whole,

But distractions

plague each of our 

played positions.

Intuitively I now 

go against my intuitions.

So the curve escapes such 

determinations.

Question lie in the 

cracks of foundations

Ahead of the curve 

or behind

One can only find what lies 

true in their own perceptions. 

Best thing is to realize the 

destructive, distractive nature 

and embrace it.

For in that

lies a tactile truism and 

that truth has the ability 

to teach and direct ones future steps.

Fear is the only road-block

in finding the glitch 

in the matrix 

and unblock destiny's road 

untraveled.

A road that creativity stems from.