A Reflection

Change comes with time and
Patients,
Hope comes from faith,
Finding loyalty,
True
bonus in today lifestyle,
The unreliable

& underwritten,
Only out to hurt,
Only to be gambling upon,
Driving the wicked,
To unmistaken grounds,
Leaving souls wondering,
Freely,
With twist and turns,
Pulling me in,
Deranged;
Find things unbearable,
To sustain,
Leaving questions
Deranged in my mental keeps,
Contemplating righteous vs,
Undoubtedly by evil,
Portraying nothing,
With breath taken irony,
I’ve managed to outrun such harsh conditions,
Readily clinging to the melody,
That makes my heart skip a beat,
Putting me in tune,
With emotional turmoil,
Gravitating to the found beats of glory,
With repercussions,
With reunification,
From the percussion,
Bass,
Memorized,
By allegations,
With the bass beat,
Knocking
Mind chimes,
The wind
To the outspoken,
Treat consuming
The right melody,
The strong fold,
Of the beat,
Your voice chimes on,
Giving sounds of angels,
Glamming from a distance
Shine bright on this abyss,
Leaving feelings lingering you under a dreamingly Cascade,
Bring forth my deeper energy
Compelled by such representation,
Transcribed into what’s called a mindfulness abyss
Temptations rise under decapitation,
Running the course of the trial,
Branded with beauty,
Covered in ambitions
Crazed by the swelling of such pride taken involved,
Lingered signs show other indicating your selfish ADDITUDE,
Seeing past the ignorance,
Your ways leaves you looking sorry,
You act one way when meaning nothing but trying to base what they want to hear,
I’m demolished,
Tearing down all forms,
No love, only lust,
You think loves some form of attraction,
Love means you put your heart and soul into it,
Not half ass part time,
Lower level status,
Leaving hateful static between the threshold that lays in-between us,
Never hearing anything,
Yet you waste time,
Burn it for your ratification,
Walls have thrown themselves up,
Never letting sorry tactics
Intervene between my life nor my story,
The lesson:
We all learn something from someone,
Teaching me that this lifestyle of Being trash is out the window.
I won’t recall anything from my past,
Lines been drawn far from ,
Deciding to hurt or to feel the love from MY family,
I deserve more then,
For I have done my wrongs,
And have made my rights
Reclaimed a new name,
All for my waking hour,
I’ve bloomed where I needed to start a new,
Your letdowns left me feeling hopeless,
The reflection of myself wasn’t what I’ve dreamed of,
Reinforced the hardware and
Pushed my being to the max,
Hurt to extremist,
Caught off guard,
By my foolish ways,
I’m coming forth
Stating my wrong and showing I’m
Independently working to make my frame work a masterpiece,
We had good times with bad,
Blood, sweat, and tears poured into this
What’s became a massacre
None unfound,
Taking this moment to reflect on my own allegations,
With such works
Bestowed upon me,
There’s happiness out there,
I’m content,
Better off with my kids,
Selfish matters on many levels and many different parts,
Only to be blinded by the repercussions,
Having this illness,
My children hold something very valuable that could be life changing,
My emotional battle,
Whoa,
I can’t help but try,
Try not to trigger such harsh memories,
I’m scared,
Not taking notice,
This could stand as a bigger or greater problem,
My children: my building blocks,
My everything,
Against all these odds,
The way the world process
With hate crimes,








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