Uncertainties

I'm losing it. My mind seems to be all over the place. In the wrong places and the way out far places. I just don't know anymore. What I was sure of has become a fogged vision. I thought I was a visionary, but I cannot see a thing. I pretend to walk by faith and not by sight, but I must see. It has to be tangible to make sense. Why can't I see it? Where has my mind gone? I have the common sense and not the physical recognition of the future. I know if I do one thing a certain reaction will come about. All that I am not certain of scares me into insanity. I have a control issue friends. I have to know, hear and see it all. Faith does not present such a deal though. I have to trust like I've never trusted before and it's driving me insane.

Emotion Commotion

There goes a calamitous sound, must be an Emotion Commotion. Must give thanks to that special love potion. Is it #9 or just 9-1-1. Quick get the squad car in motion! Before she goes down, or he goes down, or murder becomes the notion. Then murder will be the case that they give you, ALL Because of an Emotion Commotion. Emotions flaring because of the money we’re grossing, emotions dying because our hearts have been broken. Relationships have lost meaning because of morale corrosion. Life has beat and broken us like the earth going through the process of erosion. We’ve been displaced and worn down all because of Emotion Commotions. If you’d like a fix, have a bit of advice. Men don’t cheat, but settle with the lotion. Ladies don’t be dissatisfied, it’s not the ship, but it’s the motion in the ocean. I know, sometimes that just won’t do, but don’t let selfish desires elude devotion. No matter how loud or disastrous the Commotion, remember to balance yourself and have control of the emotion.

PLANet SOULution

What's the plan man? The day has slipped from my hand and no longer will I say "I can!"
No, I'm no longer a fan. Not of displeasure and not with heartache pouring through sweat glands. Drenched in remorse from this position that I stand, swarmed in harsh truths with this position I just can't stand. So what's the plan man? The day is no longer grand and the fiddle sounds with strum of a broken band. Reality has disband all dreams and future one night stands of pure pleasures and ecstasies of the unknown and simply play it by hand, or play it by ear, and in the capsule drips the sand, tick tocking away the day and no more "I can!" Because I cannot, I will not and you will not command. And that's my SOULution at hand, but still remains the question of the plan. Round and round my thoughts have ran, like a young pup chasing my tail, like a lost man, like a young child believing in fairy tales, Like tall tales in fantasy lands. But before this I made reality pop as I ripped it freehand. Making love spout, spirits grow and knowledge flow with no thoughts beforehand. I was the "Yes man!" The best cut and texture, the top shelf brand. And now, I'm not quite sure of the plan, not sure of the sudden future and on what stable ground it stands. But I'm not the man who builds a house on sand, I've got the actuality of and practicality of the sane man. Even he too sometimes jumps from the frying pan, yet into the fire and back again. Maybe I should blast off to my PLANet and plan it, and then maybe never come back to this disfigured land. In the mean time, I cannot withstand, withhold or supply the demands. This is my SOULution...No more "I can!"

Be The Match

'I Joined' Sticker

PEOPLE- My whole purpose is to help others. Finances will never be a concern for this matter, because if I have it then I will give it.
JOY- I take pride in being able to better myself through bettering the life of another. Whether its with a smile or hug, or by offering a service.
TASKS- I have been given a set of skills and some God given talent that needs to be shared with the world. I've lived a story that will help someone. I've survived a situation that will change someones life.
HEALING- My purpose gives me peace at night and encourages me to wake up in the morning. It drives me to do better and be better and to hone my craft. The better my craft, the better I feel, and the more I can help.

Be The Match... Give back!

Hypothetical Regrets

What if you left today and never came back on tomorrow? What if I never felt your arms wrap around my body again? And what if then your compassion was just a memory of yesterday? Would I lose my mind? Would the sun fail to rise, and the water cycle cease leaving all of life to perish? Would I perish if I could never wake up and see your face again? What then does the day become? And suppose I never had the chance to say, I love you...

Bills Bills Bills and more BillS

I'm looking over my monthly budget and instantly getting flustered with my debt. Life is not supposed to be this way. It can't be! This has got to end, right here, right now. It's a new day, it has to be. Time never stops, things are always changing. I have to to change it, I HAVE TO! I mean it's gotten completely and utterly ridiculous. I live each month to get a paycheck, base my entire being around a paycheck. No sir not me, who would have ever thought? This is not the plan and I worship no idle Gods. I'm not waiting for anymore paychecks, this will end now. This system is so flawed. With that, it's time for me to be an individual. I don't have to take part in anything that is not beneficial or prosperous. To hell with this system of merry-go-round...

Merry-go-round spinning in a circle until the abdomen is ill
Round and round all joy is gone and there is no more thrill
The truth of the merry-go-round is that it will never stop
Jump off and stumble to a stance or fall down with a plop
Merry-go-round quickly rotating jump back on if you should
Or go over to the swings where life is more easily understood

Unfocused and in a Frenzy: Part II Many Opinions

The year started off with joyful feelings and all was great, until opinions came into play and shyte started to jump on my plate.
Now I'm staring out the window with a dreadful look on my face, holding some emotions that I just can't seem to place.
Can't set them down without picking them back up, and can't deal with them strategically, so they get bottled up.
Entangled in my system they make my belly ache, consumed with resenting feelings that I just can't take.
So what I conclude is a partial solitude which you might take as rude or an cold attitude.
Please don't get it misconstrued, love is love and that I will never elude, but my mind is mines and my ears are now glued.
I have no questions, which requests no answers...
I have no concerns, which requests no opinions...