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I love you is an action of my heart

Cause expression of my words, I don’t know where to start

Oh yeah wait?? Yes I do

I’ll start by saying that I adore you,

You are a positive thought in the midst of the worlds calamity

You are the calm in the eye of a storm of chaos to me

You are the peak of the sun, from behind the clouds in the midst of rain

You are that spark of contentment in the midst of life’s unfortunate pain

I could call you my full Moon cause behind you, sunrays always shine through!

They make you glow. You are the only radiance in a dark room

You are the definition of vivacity

My best friend, my companion, my confidant

You my love are a beautiful Blessing.

Ode to the Recession (2010)

Dependent on The Man

There are times when I believe

Money is the only object keeping me from who I need to be

If you add this, subtract that, and then divide

If I only had this much more money in my life

Then God, I promise you everything would be alright

I’m talking my life would be just fine

So with money continually on my mind

Contemplating figures that would allow me to accomplish my aspirations

Constantly making my finances a mathematical equation

I mean from how I’m going to obtain it

How to plan my money arrangement

To how I’m not going to spend it

But simultaneously take care of all my business

Including my requirements, plus my desires

Exercising brain cells I never even knew existed

Just to reach humanity’s misconstrue o f what success it

But wait?

How can I prepare to achieve a decent salary

During economical recession where a Bachelor’s is no longer a credible degree?

My current job isn’t even considering me for a raise

I do great work but their excuse is they can’t afford the pay

I would take into account going back to get my PHD

But how could I afford the loans if nobody now wants to pay me?

Assistance for Grad school, hell, its non existent

Oh, so this is how they intend to keep you in the system

The circle of trust keeps you dependant on the man

Which forces you to stay in a bracket of sociological extortion

No more, no less, just enough to keep you eating out man’s hand

Stagnancy at its best

So even the man with the plan is still dependant on the man

Economical repression, financial congestion

The man the lender, us always the borrowers

A permanent place of pecuniary restriction

Keeping a hindrance on all financial advancement

To them we will always owe, and that’s how they keep us locked in the system

A kind of barter arrangement keeping us financially oppressed

Work now paid later

The catch is you never seem to get paid at all

Start below the bottom just to make it to the top

And the top is not really the top where meritocracy is where they expect us  to stop

Unfortunately, we’re fastened into this circle of trust

Lacking trust at all, just working hard dependant on a man

Functioning methodically just too barely make a change

Will I be forever stuck palm out, open hand?

Stop. Think….God reveals the answer is no!

In God I will trust, my financial blessings will be so!

…………Trust no man, TRUST GOD!

Melody

I write my song, but it’s always wrong

I right my wrongs, yet I’m always wrong

When I know that I’m right

Should I just give up this fight?

Cause every time I begin to take flight

I look back…

See there, pops on this check engine light

Caution, Indication

That my level of motivation

Far exceeds my speed of elevation

Soon falling short of my “self” expectations

Selfish thoughts on views of my progression

No, I’m not exactly where I want to be

Pounding the pavement,

Question, should I be doing something different?

Cause they say that doing the same thing

Expecting different results is the definition of insanity

Am I losing my umph?

Total lack of interest in what it takes to make life work

Cause every equation I’ve tried just equals hurt

Disappointment

Frustrations temporarily filled in with addictions like an ointment

I’m sick, distracted and possessed, somebody make me an appointment

My disease is called success.

I cannot and will not settle

Said I will not settle for less

See I need it more than I want it, but I want it more than I need it

Necessarily imperative like the deceased to embalming fluid

Fatal attraction

I just want to work til I’m gone, I’ll just sleep when I’m dead

Write my song until every utter and complete thought is gone from inside my head

Every single part of my anatomy weak

From tenacious exertion, for all I’ll have left is my speech.

If that.

Write my song until all resilience has relinquished my body

As God plucks me up and I give up my ghost

I just pray death doesn’t come first

Until all my Stars align

Until my sun’s burnt out so much so that my moon, it shines

Til the creator and my maker are satisfied with my Greatness

At that pivotal moment, just then, I’ll consider it Success…

So I vow to write my song

Right my wrongs until they are a harmonious melody

Where the drum matches the beat

And the beat matches the pace of the moving of my feet

Progressing as one punctual entity

Arriving right on time to my destiny.

Perfect Melody