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A Good deed is a bad seed.
In everyday living, i am at war with myself trying to find the nearest exit. My back is too weak to define my wealth and pride to justice. More default of my own character has been recognized and im shootin to win the tournament. A daily cycle of a unknown profile that is wiped away and mistaken for someone elses crime. The violence is never ending, when will peace and equal treatment become one as we americans divide the circle and seperate for an eternity.? A missing title hasnt reached the limit to justify what is already being done emotionally and respectfully. A sacrafice to forgive and let man kind wash away my sins: is my contribute to love myself more everyday and learn the way of life. Whereas, why is it easy to violate the law and hard to succeed? Another seed has prospered and im dying to save a life. Forgetting about me and my own interest and health burns my soul to the grave. To win, or to sin: I am sin and i come with fin... What is the average salary of a women's pin/pen?... half the coat of another lie being told, or half the rice being spilled onto the floor. .. Idk why life has a hold on its pedal, to keep turning and not give up. Comes with a large mass of oil and disruption to our society. Doing good cauaes too much pain and suffering to be placed in front seat. Doing bad causes more full plates across the table. I hate cable, and hope to be forever able, amongst the real problem of the scene and its real identity that has been announced as the fame of game: Life is nothing without the fresh air we breathe or divine waters to rinse off the dirt from the past. I am lost, and forever on hold. When will the hate stop? This isn't a debate, a classified introduce of everyone's dream. There is none left, all the bad guys took evrything and left the good guys hungry and helpless. This chaotic world leaves an absence of ones' own desire to teach, love, preach, coach, feed, help and save again. There is no elavated speech to differ from one anothers'behavior that is misled into more altercations. I am only one person , and to love what life has to offer, is a dead trophie. Living in my comfort and waiting for my plate. I love steak and cake, fried at the lake. If forgiveness is the key to happiness, guess im last in line. Forgiving is a misunderstood preperation that disloves into a wet cloth poured out in the dirt... Forgiving is another accusation that hasn't been of asistance to verify irs own alliby. To forgive , or to forget. Both run a important role down the pole , As to forgive is like amazing grace : And to forget is like a chase. Furthering along the speech and i tripped over a peach. What is the beach? A simplified fraction to let go and be free. The rules are restricted and no one picks up some one else's sh**t. Leave the ripped paper to help another, or take it and clean up your act. Every day is a consistent model in re-making more reciepts to learn and live by. As i stand alone in tbis cold and erase what is irrelavant , i am clawed to the wall and a bouncing ball through the storm to claim what has been meant for me to achieve. My sacrafice of lifes' will : A real survivor and a self- motivator. In pulling myself out of the dark, applying every angle and corner of my own conscious being played for being too real, too caring, too open and creating a pathway for others to walk by and live succeaafully. Acceptance runs deep in my veins, and I accept this nonsence to continue on with lifes' journey. Although, i am still dead, and have no remorse to apply a mathematical and physcological response to another bad reputation leaves me clueles;- Safe mode: As i ask my self, what will i gain in being defiant and obnoxious? Will i jump the broom too? After so much disrespect. My response: My treatment, love and satisfaction. As i am pleased,although my life has been a rough patch to fix. I am still standing alone ready for the next flight. Life is a rollercoaster. And im riding the wave to survive. Self-care and self love is my only go to , to win. Fried, and strong like the wind.
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