Monday, October 27, 2008

Questions and Debates

Alot of you have been asking me questions in comments…. or even debating with me through your comment.
I welcome any email at anytime that has to do with either of these… my blog isn’t a place for answers or debates… but i would love to answer any question or talk about any topic that you have an opinion on… so anytime you have a question… or want to say something that would be considered more than a comment.. you can email me at anytime..
i try to check my email as much as i can…
thanks for reading…
Tag
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Inspired Passion

The request for something “inspiring” shot into my inbox.

The text came from a girl that I used to go to college with. Before I get to my “inspiring” writing… Please allow me to introduce you to her.

Her name is Kimberly, well.. to me she is Kim, to you, Kimberly; and don’t you ever forget it.

She stands around 5”7 and her long curly brown hair tickles the middle of her back. Her smile is white, straight and will light up any room. Her eyes will pierce through you with hope and passion… the kind of hope that could save the world… and the kind of passion needed to accomplish such a gigantic task.

Saving the world… I used to joke around with her about “saving” the world. Every time I called her or text her and asked what she was up to, she was always doing some sort of service. Helping kids was on the top of her list… I joked about “saving” the world… but she truly did have a hand in our children’s future. That was her first step in saving the world. She would open her arms to the children and be a guide for knowledge and help…

That’s where her love was found.. in her arms… I don’t even know how many times I used her arms… Her arms were always a place of comfort… I had found myself in her arms from time to time… It seemed like no matter how bad her day was, she was quick to forget about herself and be there to comfort others.

That’s just the kind of girl she was..

The girl everyone loved…

She was a Shepard of peace, a beam of light, a warm wind in a cold rain…

Her life is a collection of moments that embrace the one true reason that we are all alive today… Love..

Her love is endless… Her love will one day save the world… In fact… She currently is in law school where she plans to expand her ability to one day.. truly save the world…

How can I write something for you Kim?

Asking me to inspire you is like asking a preacher to teach Jesus about the bible. How could I ever possibly fill that task?

Don’t get me wrong; I will try to inspire you… But if you really are in need of inspiration.. I suggest you do one thing…

Do me a favor.. Stand.. walk across your room.. right into your bathroom… and look into the mirror.. but as your eyes fix on the beauty before your eyes… I want you to not only reflect on the image before you, but reflect on the life the image has accomplished already… Now think of the life that image is accomplishing… and finally.. think of the life the image will one day have accomplished.

I promise when you do this, you’ll realize that it is impossible for me to inspire you… It is impossible for me to write something meaningful when it is compared to what you’ve already accomplished. My writing is as steady as marks in the sand.. ready to be washed away… What you stand for and the life you are creating is a light house on a rocky shore.

So how could I inspire you?

You’re a very smart girl… and you have had all the answers to the questions that have plagued my life over the past few years… But I can stump you Kim…I do know one question that is impossible to answer…

You want me to inspire you right….?

Well…

How can I inspire a girl who defines inspiration?

Kimberly is the second one in from the left (Purple hoodie) this pic was taken when she was breaking ground for a new apartment complex on her college campus.
Breaking ground is a ceremony that is only a privilage given to those who were responsible for the work leading up to the actual construction.

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The Battle of Will vs. Power

When I was told to quit

I was warned not to listen to that shit

I was taught to never stop

When I was told that I can’t succeed

My desire to win turned to greed

I was taught to never stop

So I kept pushing

I kept fighting

I kept fighting against those who oppressed me

I needed to win

I needed to succeed

Coaches loved my desire

I was taught to never stop

Every year I’d push harder

To show those pussys that I have what it takes

I have the heart

I have work ethic

I have the ability to be on top

And I won’t stop til I’m on top

I was taught to never stop

Then….

I soon found my fists were swinging free

I took my hands down to see who I was fighting

But I stood alone

Alone

Addictions took place

A bottle in my hand

A pill in my mouth

My lips slipping lies to any girl that walked by

I turned around for answers

I tried to pull in those who would help me

I searched for a hand

I prayed for an answer

But I heard nothing and saw no one…

What do I do now?

I was taught to never stop

I remember waking in my own puke

Thinking that was the last time

But I have still yet to see hope

A faded view of reality swings by my eyes from time to time

I see in her soul that she loves me

I know she trusts me

She shouldn’t do either

I don’t even trust or love the mirror anymore

Lord, where did you go?

I’m falling so fast
And the one trait that made me so successful 
Is now my biggest downfall
That I will never, ever… stop 

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Saturday, October 25, 2008

Breaking Free

I’m as blank as this page staring back at me
And thats never a good thing
Especially for a writer
My lyrics, a way for me to get away
So without them
I’m unable to be free
I beg for freedom
I beg for freedom
From this prison
I want to break free
I’ve been told that it is me, imprisoning me
How could this be?
Where is my key?
Without it
I’m unable to be free
I beg for freedom
I beg for freedom
I whisper through walls
Begging for help
But I can only hear the other inmates
Digging their own tunnels
And i’m stuck with no shovel
Without it
I’m unable to be free
I beg for freedom
I beg for freedom

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Monday, October 20, 2008

Anarchy of a Partisan

Fuck these criminals in suits, who grab money like they’re broke
Everyone owns a gun, but their pistols smell of smoke
We stand and march and write it in, but they don’t count our vote
The only way a  train can crash, is when the rails are broke 

Everything must go…  this governements overstocked
Crooked judges weigh your wallet, to see if your charges drop
These canidates smile a devilish grin, a criminal never caught
Acting like they know Jesus, but the pearly gates are locked 
There is no limit to their greed, our pockets have been raped
A robbery under “investigation”, i don’t see the yellow tape
Yes I’ll remain seated as your countrys anthem plays
Refusing to stand here and now,  is how I respect the innocent graves

Fuck these criminals in suits who grab money like they’re broke
Everyone owns a gun but their pistols smell of smoke
We stand and march and write it in, but they don’t count our vote
The only way a  train can crash, is when the rails are broke 

Don’t ever use your right to remain silent
Scream with peace against the quiet assailant
Throw a finger to those who find pride in being violent
Our kids shouldn’t travel the same road that I went
So fuck you and your patriotism, fuck your flag on your jacket
If this is what you call America, you can go ahead and have it

Fuck these criminals in suits who grab money like they’re broke
Everyone owns a gun but their pistols smell of smoke
We stand and march and write it in, but they don’t count our vote
The only way a  train can crash, is when the rails are broke 
And we’re broke, we’re broke
Lord trust me…. We’re broke

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Thursday, October 2, 2008

Our Distorted View Of BeAuteefull

Don’t let these magazines talk to you
They’re changing your mind and your own mirrors view
You’re beautiful as long as you see beauty in you
Don’t become a machine, and copy what they do
Beauty is not a shirt
Beauty can’t be sold
Beauty is a treasure
And is worth more than gold
So wipe away the image
That tv put in your eyes
If you need items to be beautiful
You’re covered with lies
Please don’t cover your beauty
With material things and fear
I promise if your mind is open
And if your heart is sincere
That is all the beauty
That you’ll ever need
Your heart found the beauty in love
Not chasing the ghost of greed
And if you protect this beauty
Soon you will see
That when you see beauty within yourself
That makes you beautiful to me
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