A Poetical Diary 11dayz

THE PAST, PRESENT, & FUTURE...

MY PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE, My circle of life. There is a certain moment in which HEALING becomes its NATURAL GIFT. Greatness begins to manifest itself organically. GRACE and hope, accompany me throughout the days.

The start to finish of this Pleasure & Pain exposure; is a continuing attempt to deliver a deeper and more intimate message. The sand of time in the hourglass does not discriminate.

Often moved to give thanks and appreciation, it's a must I acknowledge those who came before us and the next chosen opportunists. I only attempt to leave a sense of enlightenment. Encourage Hope. There is a light at the end of the tunnel...

DAY 4 ELEMENT of SURPRISE

How can a man, MAKE A DIFFERENCE, MY LIFE IS A COLLECTION OF CHESS PIECES?

EACH PIECE HAS A PURPOSE AND MOTIVE TO SATISFY ITS SCIENTIFIC ALLEGIANCES'.

THE ESSENCE OF CONFRONTATION, IN ITS MENTAL COMPACITY, IS TO HAVE THE OPPOSITION SURRENDER TO its WILL AND REALITY.

AN OVEREXAGGERATING TRAIN OF THOUGHT, TO MAKE EACH SECOND COUNT IS THE FINALITY.

EVERY DECISION IS WELL ORCHESTRATED AND PREMEDITATED, ONLY PATIENCE EXISTS AND ULTIMATELY MY BEST HAS YET been DEMONSTRATED.

ITS SAID, AS A MAN THINKETH so he is, HIS BLUEPRINT EITHER DIMINISHES OR MANIFESTS,

ITS MYSTERY AND ITS MESSAGE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THE QUEST.

THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE WILL BE EITHER ITS FIRST OR LAST IMPRESSION,

PERSONALLY, I'D PREFER THE LADER

.. DOES RESILIENCE even MATTER?

DAY 5, BLACK THOUGHT

CAN YOU IMAGINE CREATING? CREATING A WORLD OUTSIDE THE IMAGINABLE.

THE HARSHNESS IN MY SPEECH COMES NOT FROM THE HEART I HOLD INVALUABLE.

THE SLANT IN MY BROW, TO A VAST AUDIENCE OF DISBELIEF, IS NOT THE ANGER YOU'RE FACING,

BUT MORE FRUSTRATION FOR LACK OF HEARING MY ANCESTORS COMMUNICATING.

IT CAN'T BE HARD TO BELIEVE, MY FATHERS, FATHERS ACTIONS GREATLY AFFECT ME TODAY,

IF MARTIN WAS WAR, AND MALCOLM PEACE, IT WOULD STILL BE THIS WAY.

INCARCERATE MY BODY, INTELLIGENCE PREVAILS, DESIRE & PRESERVATION DEMANDS PATIENCE.

BEING GRATEFUL IS IMPORTANT, HIS NATURE DISPLAYS RESILIENCE.

OUR SUPPORT IS OUR BELIEF HOW CAN I FORGET WHERE I'VE CAME

IN THE MORNING MY EYES ARISE WITH A NEW VISION TO ATTAIN.

MY NIGHTS SHINE LIKE DAYS AND THROUGHOUT THE DAYS I SEE THE TWILIGHT.

MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT HAS BECOME HINDSIGHT, IT'S JUST MY SHADOW BEING BLACK AS NIGHT.

DAY 6 MIRACLE SEASON

SOMETHING HAPPENED WHEN YOU WERE TRUSTED TO BE PERSISTENT.

TO BE OBVIOUS IN THE understanding OF A SEASON'S GREETING IS A POWERFUL COMMITMENT.

THIS TIME IS AS PEACEFUL AS I'TS SILENCE IS GOLDEN,

ONLY I COULD HEAR THE VOICES OF THE SISTERS, AND BROTHERS I CONSOLE WITH.

I PICTURE MYSELF IN THE FOREST, A BARN OWL'S SILHOUETTE IN THE BRIGHT MOONLIGHT.

THE HOOT, HOOT IS THE ONLY NOTICEABLE SOUND OF THE NIGHT.

ITS PIERCING YELLOW EYE'S SEEM TO GLOW, NOT ONE SINGLE BLINK,

NOT ONE SINGLE TIME DID I BOTHER TO THINK, IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE X-MAS, AND I HADN'T HAD A WINK.

OUT THE CLEAR BLUE SKY, FROM BEHIND THE WALNUT TREES,

A VOICE I COULDN'T HELP BUT REMEMBER CONFINED IN ME.

THE MORNING CAME AND I THOUGHT I COULD FLY, AS LIGHT AS A FEATHER I COULDN'T SAY WHY,

LIKE THE WAY I FEEL AFTER I BREAK DOWN & CRY, JUST WITHOUT THE DRY TEARS, AND A FEELING OF LONELINESS INSIDE.

PRIDE IS THE DEVIL, LIKE THE HOLIDAYS ARE THE PRODUCTION OF MEN.

THE SPIRIT IS IN THE MEMORIES AND PRECIOUS MOMENTS WE SPEND.

THE MIRACLE COMES IN due TIME AND NOT MY OWN, MY HOLIDAY WAS EVENTFUL,

SPENT AT HOME UN-ALONE, HIS PLAN IS ALWAYS SPECIAL.