Poet, Photographer, Creative
This year seems a lot like the last
Not a bad thing it’s just what I’ve noticed
I’m still locked in
I’m still focused
Think I’m Ruffin and everybody else is Otis
It’s all about me
I’m who they come to see
If I stop then everything else gets messy.
Keeping the family on track like a train
Peace and prosperity the only things on my brain
Creative minds produce creative thoughts.
Attempting to save the essence of originality for the reason that once everyone thinks the same, creativity is lost.
Although you’re an employee you still have the potential to outdo the boss.
Never let them capture your beliefs, only you control your thoughts.
Life can change quicker than a blink.
They can own the ship you just have to jump off before it sinks.
They’ll laugh…
They’ll mock…
They’ll kick you once down.
Just keep smiling ear to ear,
Never let them see you frown.
It never gets easier,
You just become stronger.
Let success be your revenge,
Til they can laugh no longer.
Pain is not only a knife slicing through flesh.
It can begin as unnoticeable as a baby’s pinch.
In time the pressure grows and the nails get sharper.
The infant grows into an adult so the fingers strengthen.
The grip becomes tighter…
The torturous hold seems unbreakable though the bond is still compassionate.
The pain is no longer hidden since the cause is now apparent.
The thing that’s caused so much hurt is now obvious to see.
The tiny fingers have in time become the knives that you dreaded.
The real question now is, can you abandon the child?
Can you truly learn to leave something you once held and loved so dearly but now causes more grief than good?
Can you?
Pain…
Too Distinct 