His Promise


His Promise

Head bowed, body bent

Every bit of fight in me spent

Dreams tormenting my soul

Tears begin to roll

As I whisper … God… my lips start to quiver

Do you remember

You promised no more than I could bear

No more than I could bear

Here I am appearing ungrateful

So many say this is what they wait for

For me, this life is not enough

More is a must

I can’t stand the ordinary of just being

God you must have created me for more than I am seeing.

You promised no more than I could bear

No more than I could bear

So, Father please speak to me

Are my dreams not meant to be

Or is it that I am not ready

I keep saying be patient and hold steady

I worry how patient I should be

Maybe you’ve forgotten your promise to me

No more than I could bear

I hope you are listening to my prayer

And remember your promise of no more than I can bear

Because right now I feel I am almost there

That moment before I break and out of air

“I Have A Dream”


I wanted to do something different for this post. I wanted to write something using a photograph as my muse. I took a trip to Washington D.C. earlier this year and took this photo with my phone. I snapped the photo as I reached the top step at the Lincoln monument as I looked out at the reflection pool. I loved this photo for some strange reason. Maybe it’s due to the fact that it is a horrible photo of one the most beautiful and  memorable speeches of all time. Maybe it’s that the only clear words in the photo are “I have a dream.” What ever the reason it has inspired me!


I have a dream that I can not and will not let die

A dream that even after death I will survive

I may never give that great speech

But I will live every day as a great me

My LIFE will be my LEGACY

I have a dream!

My Everyday


My Everyday

A new day begins
as soon as yesterday ends
he wakes to put on his tailor made suit
and wingtip shoes
tightening up his silk tie
feeling choked but by the fact that he is living a lie
a tortured man hidden behind his smile
drifting through the dreams of his inner-child
Silly dreams
why does he even remember these things
he use to say it happily…
This is what I will be when I grow up
The silly ambition that now makes him  want to throw up
His  Ipad is ever so lightly playing
A song by Sam Cooke that talks of change
his new found dream
to get away from his everyday by any means

Popping Bubbles


Popping Bubbles

 

a man expected to live through his troubles

while DREAMS fill his head like bubbles

Like a child given a wand for fun

watching each bubble, pop one by one

leaving no more, than what was there

a warm feeling and a drop of air

but foolishly these bubbles silence his cries

the bubbles are the will a man needs to survive

as each bubble pops a little piece of him DIES

Patiently Dreaming


Patiently Dreaming

 

I have been told to be patient for a while

Patience wears thin, I have dreamed since I was a child

From my childish DREAMS

To a man who needs these things

The DREAMS became goals that are too hard set

For me ever to forget

It is not the nightmares that scare me

It is my dreams that torture me  

I’d love to walk away so I could enjoy the peace

But as I attempt I realize the DREAMS are ME

The Zoo


The Zoo

I sometimes feel like that caged animal in the zoo
My life is made to seem amazing to you
Yet this isn’t at all what I want to do
I would love to be free
To be out of this captivity
To live every moment of my life being me
But instead this cage is my reality
My dreams remain just dreams
The hope of living them slim to none it seems
I am well taken care of and well fed
But this cage isn’t where I want to be until I am dead
This cage has taught me for every gift there is a curse
To have or to have not I can’t decide which is worse