Early Morning Premonition

I see it coming. I woke up this morning with the wind and it carried me to new heights.
I see it coming. The grass is a brighter shade of green, its become my favorite hue of joy.
I see it happening. Adversity turned into immense successes.
I see it happening. Understanding amongst the misunderstanding, they see what I see.
I see it moving. The rain beats on my soul giving new life.
I see it moving. Nourished with the rain, my river flows with rapids of creativity unknown.
I see it changing. Failure and strain prune a great product.
I see it changing. My vision becoming concrete for the world to see.
I see it. Yes, I see it. My God gave it to me and the world can never take it away.

Fumble

I thought I was in tune with my Star Player, but he dropped the ball. Damn! It's a fumble and the balls loose. So here I stand on the side line waiting to see who's going to recover, the home team, or the opposition. It's been an intense game from the beginning, but my Star Player has carried the team well. His key moves put us in the lead and his keen sense of leadership has been ideal for the team. The strategic plans discussed in the huddle made victorious plays on the field, and so I thought I was in tune with my Star Player. Until he fucked up, and dropped the ball...

What's Right is Right, Right?

I think and so I say, and I say it because I think it's right. I try to be every bit of encouraging in all of my righteousness. Still my blatant tongue lacks tact in my explanation, affirmations and exclamations. Yet I am right for communicating, and it’s always right to express yourself, right? In the event of a disagreement, there is the right to protest because we all have our own personal rights. As I express my freedom to thought and speech, I exercise my right to live. When I think, I live, and as I speak, I live. What’s right has to be, because it is the law of nature. You cannot go wrong when you are right, or is it that you lose with delivery? A message conveyed in an unordinary and uninteresting way loses its strength when put in the wrong voice. Is it then that what is right can be downright incorrect?