Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Sometimes

Sometimes
You got to get up and go
Roll with the flow
Forget what you know
Be cut to grow
Sometimes
You should open your eyes
Cut all your ties
Try to fly
Not be scared to die
Sometimes
When life hurts
You forget what you’re worth
Seems like since birth
You’ve been knocked down in the dirt
Sometimes
White clouds bring rain
Pleasure brings pain
You can’t explain
Why life is lived in vain
Sometimes
It’s good to be the black sheep
So just leave your feet
Close your eyes and leap
Into the dark deep
Sometimes
When you experience all these things
And if you just smile at what life brings
Life smiles back…
But only sometimes

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Thursday, July 20, 2006

July 18, 2006

Kayla,

       You should see how your mom looks at you. I wish I coud have had a camera to capture the moment I walked in to see you for the very first time. Wrapped tight in a blanket held close by your mothers arms. Your father standing over you looking down and smiling so proud. Your older brother sitting on the couch trying to catch a glimps of your face… constantly asking the question.. “is that cowboy-girl?” I wish I could have captured that moment… but honestly.. no camera could capture the feelings bouncing off the walls of that small room. Your family loves you so much. 
Kayla, as you grow older you’re going to realize that this world is a tough place. Since I give you this warning so early I beg that you stay close to your family for comfort and support. Right now you are as close to god as anyone on this earth… don’t lose that wonderful gift. As we get older we all tend to drift… don’t be average… you must stand tall and stay strong. I know that if you turn out anything like your mom you’ll be as close to god as anyone. Hold your older brothers hand and take him with you. Never leave a sibling behind for you never know when they might be to far away to reach. Listen to your father but never your uncles. Nine times out of ten the things they say will only get you in trouble. 
As you live always remember Lehi’s dream. Don’t worry about what people say to you. It is very sad to say.. but not a lot of people in this world want what is best for you.. so when you pick your friends, make sure you choose wisely. Don’t worry about how you are dressed or how you look.. people that lace themselves with such worldly things are only trying to cover their black souls… Don’t fall into temptation. Stay strong and follow your parents as you hold on to the iron rod. Remember that the rod is made of iron for a reason. Its not made of gold or diamonds… But iron. Iron because it’s firm, it’s unchanging, it’s simple.. much like the gospel.
Remember that family is the most important thing in the world. Love your brother unconditionally. Always remember that no matter what, he is your brother and you should always want whats best for him.  Most of all Kayla… don’t lose that innocence that fills your eyes. Your mother and father still have it but many aren’t as lucky. Know that what you are about to enter isn’t as pretty or as lovely as where you just came from. Stand tall my beautiful neice… May you be blessed in your journey through your life as you grow, learn and become the woman that would make your parents proud.

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Friday, July 14, 2006

Legend In The Making

His eyes close and begin to look into his mind
To try and find
The words he has so thoughtfully written
So many times
He’s rehearsed these words, over and over, over and over again
Ready to perform
Since he was born
Steps on stage and transforms
From a person to a poet
From a writer to a performer
From he who just lives down the street
Working a 9 to 5 job
Tryin to support a loving wife and 3 kids
To the most sound and influential artist this stage has seen
He grabs the mic with his callused hands
Glancing in the stands
As he steps to the spotlight
It’s not right
How there’s no applauding hands
The bitterness of silence shows his lack of fans
They seem skeptical and not easy to impress
He wipes his sweat
He’s stressed
He needs to get all this shit off his chest
His shoes step softly to where many great poets have stood
If they’ll just give him a chance
They’ll see that he’s good
Now he
Takes his stance
As he spits a line
With in time
The audience now moves to his rhyme
Years later people pay to see him perform
All upon a stage where legends are born

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Friday, July 7, 2006

Power Of A Pen

With this
Black pen
& white peice of paper
I scribble a note to my family
Sayin I won’t see them later
My evil soul
Resides in the body of a traitor
It’s time this darkness lays to rest
As I greet my creator
I’m tryin to remember
All the good times I’ve had
Trying to convince myself
My lifes not that bad
My hand glides softly
Across the paper so quick
My words flowing through a pen
From a mind thats so sick
How can I go on
When there’s no reason to live?
How can god love me
If there’s no reason to forgive?
Who can I turn to
When I feel so alone?
Who’s going to love me
When I’m not even loved at home?
Siblings wouldn’t care
They’d probably load the gun
My parents wouldn’t mind
Getting rid of their troubled son
Words from “loved ones”
Hit, kick and shove me
How can you hurt me
Then turn around and love me?
No one really cares
No one even gives a shit
No one would even notice
If I give my wrist a slit
Or maybe the shot gun
In the corner of my house
Would leave a sweet taste
Of gun powder in my mouth
Either way it’s over
I give up, I give in
I’M BEGGING GOD
Strip my soul from this filthy skin
I’m sorry I sin
With a devilish grin
I know my darkness
Begins deep within
I know i’m supposed to stand tall
Through thick or thin
But at the first sight of temtation
Is when I give in  
So now i’ll give advice
To all these ungreatful people
God doesn’t care
How much time is spent under a steeple
He cares what’s in your heart
A love deep down within
Something I lost years ago
And won’t ever get back again
Tears fill my eyes
As I grip this pen
This letter to my family
Is almost sent
So this is it
This is the end
I wish I had
Someone I could call a friend
I finish this note
As my mind begins to idle
My soul convinces my heart
It’s time to be suicidal

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