STARdom

So I'm back in tune with my STAR Player. Things have gone into full motion and prosperity is on the rise. Tenacity and I have become one and nothing can divert me from the goal at hand, I'm in tune with my STAR Player. It's half time and I'm ready to finish strong. The first half was extremely rough and I took a lot of hits and follies. Now that my STAR Player has made the gain, the team is back in action. The plays are running smoothly and the opposition has been knocked off balance by an efficient game. I'm in tune with my STAR Player. Who dares to stand in my way!

Just Like That

Oh how quickly the world comes crashing down on you in a twenty-four hour period. A few phone calls and financial obligations deplete all of you in just a flash. And like Job, I stand here watching it all perish. Hurting on the inside and my tears can wash away nothing, my thoughts can't change what is, and the mirror will never change the reflection of the sad face...

Doing What's Best

I have to do what I know best how to do when I don't know what to do. I write. When the ears are not there to listen and the voice can't place the words in the correct position and the mind can't formulate the thoughts into phrases. I write. My soul pours through my fingers, my thoughts stand bold in text form. I write. All my anger and frustrations, all my joys and accomplishments, and everything that captures me. I write. Today I don't know what to do. I don't know who to tell. I'm not certain of what I should say. I've played the songs, read the book and said the prayers. I've kept faith and planned ahead. And now I write...

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?

Atlanta Bread

The flutes flow so vibrantly along the melody and my heart beats with the angelic sound of the staccato touch. Like a butterfly my mind floats and flutters in the cool breeze with thoughts of pleasantness. Sweetened to perfection, my breath is satisfied with the air and all is well and at peace wrapped in the blissful sounds of the strings. The tunes dance on my eardrums like a ballerina on her grand stage, whisking to and fro. My eyes rest beyond the hills, and there I lay in a serene slumber with my heart still beating to the angelic sound, breathing sweetness with my ears still attentively tuned in.