Strength/Courage

The Great Becoming

I've placed too much of myself

right here, along the cable

Too much remains erratic

or, better yet, unstable



You moved me like a puppet

yet I gave you the strings

the ones you used to pull me

bound on your broken wings



You thought you knew what made me

much more than I myself?

You only knew the miser

denying hidden wealth



Now I tear from your orbit

Limbs bleeding, bruised, affrayed

I stare out to the future

to history yet unmade



Should I now speak in whispers

or what the slaves call "tongues"

to keep the lice from feasting

on my heart's congealed crumbs?



Do I excise all feeling

drain out my tender side

lest I be snared by sirens

and dragged beneath the tides?



I need now a rebirthing

A death of what once was

Rechristen myself Devil

to slay a thousand Gods



Sing requiems for the dreamer

who choked on your sweet words

He lives now reincarnate

beyond the reach of herds



I've felt this from a young age

through each and every bone

This life of mine - a battle

One I must fight alone



The path I call "Becoming"

A test of strength, resolve

Dare I traverse the miles

and with each step - evolve?




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All I need is Me

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Family and Friends

Proud, strong, Confident



That's all right?

Isn't it? That's all I need...



to be happy.



Well that's what you said, hermano.



No? then what? Love?.. Money?... A son?



All my life I see you big bro, as the "man"

the one with it all, the proud, strong and confident

... Man?



and yet... and stand here, before you

you dare kneel before my feet...



HOW DARE YOU!!!



HOW dare you crush my idol, kill my savior

and murder that great man.

You stand here before me, in my shadow

and you ask me for help.



hmph... big brother... NO... he's dead



heh, it's kinda funny...



Proud, strong, and confident...



you were right... that was all I needed... it was never you

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Survive

I do what I can to keep on going
Though sometimes it seems too tough
The strength to go on seems to leave me
When the going always gets going rough.

Yet the will is still there for me
And I know I have to continue on
Though it’s hard, the path I must strive.
I must continue to try my hardest to survive.

So many people depend on it
Or at least that’s how it seems
Perhaps it’s just my own twisted world
Some sad and messed up dream.

But no matter the trouble,
No matter the strain I endure
I must continue to survive
Of this I am sure.

A broken heart here
Pains in my body there
The lost of many a tear
The stench of many a swear.

Though wrongs it seems I do
I can’t ever seem to do right
I still struggle to survive
I have to keep fighting this fight

For I don’t know what lies ahead
Perhaps it’s a peaceful bliss
Or perhaps it’s that long awaited
True loves first kiss

So no matter what the difficulty
No matter what the strife
Deep in my heart I know
I must always survive.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one I think speaks for anyone who's ever "been there, done that."  It is about the desire that most of us have to, no matter what is going wrong in life, keep surviving.

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Moving the World Toward Me

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2-Strength

I spent a weekend in Seattle one year

and I’ve never even visited Washington state.

And I went to Oklahoma in a dream last night.

I often stop by because the scenery is great.

Somewhere deep inside part of your mind

is every experience that you’ve ever had.

A dream can tap into that part of your mind.

And a nightmare is only a dream turned bad.

And sometimes when I fall asleep late at night,

It’s quite amazing the things that I see.

I could try living my life in alienation,

or I could try moving the world toward me.



I once again ran into a girl named Amy

and my body froze up, I could barely speak.

Something about her was just a little different.

Something about her made my knees weak.

The drummers and the quakers and the physicists

are just a few people I’ve met along the way.

And tomorrow I’ll be philosophizing with dogs,

but I just don’t have the time to do it today.

When I stare at the horizon I can see California.

Monterey, San Diego, L.A. or Berkley.

Maybe I’m fantasizing of a life in the sun.

Or Maybe I’m moving the world toward me.



There are a few dozen things to take care of today.

And a handful of places I need to visit soon.

And a few thousand people that I need to talk to.

And a few million stars are dancing around the moon.

And there’s a song I need to learn the melody to.

Then I need to melt into the pages of a book.

There’s a brand new language that I need to learn.

And so many dishes I’d like to be able to cook.

And there’s a girl I need to talk to one day.

And ask her if somehow she can agree

that it never feels right to be stagnant and still,

that’s why I’m moving the world toward me.

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Taking little sreps

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English poems

Memory so blurred would flash in your head

As you try to look back at a past you never had

It was unfair you thought that you were deprived

A chance to see your dad and with him a life

So you longed so much to be like most children

Each day you would wish that a miracle would happen

Let him be by your side, even for just a while

It was all you have wanted most your life

Never thought you would be just as strong

As the sister you have envied for so long

Lucky, she had met once your dad

Even though it was just a fad

It has been most your life, that you’ve learned to accept

Been through silent pain, now you took a step

And so you, like your sister took on a life instead

Better hope for what’s left, that’s what you did and lead

And to your family you held on for strength and love

Together as one in this life to prove

Every big step taken, now you move

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A young struggle

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English poems



A youthful life full of pain

Left by your dad twice in this lifetime

You depended on a mom who was seldom there

So you learned to work life on your own

Oh dear child you were pushed to mature

Not a day passed by that you didn’t endure

Carrying yourself independently

Living life, trying hard, normally

Another day, another time will come your way, you know

In each of it you hope you’ll find some way to grow

Realize a life better than most you know has

Each day you pray and ask God to show a pass

But even if you have wished, you never forget your family

And despite your struggling youth, you make them happy

Bringing them pride, joy and love so pure

A gift truly you are to them, they treasure

To you there is nothing more than your family

Every reason you have is love for them dearly

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Your Atlas

You have stood at the peak of heartache

You worn a crown of tears

You have been on your knees

In the depths of sadness

With no rescue in sight

I want to be the outstretched hand

That pulls you back to the light

I want to be the shoulder

You cry on in the dark of night

I want to be the rock you stand on

When your entire world has collapsed

And when those aren't enough

When your torment is just to much

I will be your Atlas

And carry you on my back

I will be your Atlas

And take it on my shoulders

I will be your Atlas

Until the ocean meets the sky.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Atlas held the world on his shoulders, I don't want to hold the entire world just yours.

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I found a new inter- strength.

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poems about god

I found a new inter- strength.



Thanks to God

And his angels

I found a new

Inter strength

I didn’t know I

Had today.



Despite the

Fact that my

Day didn’t

Start off in the

Best of ways.



It like I heard

GOD’s voice

Later on in the

Day saying you’ve

Got tough and strong

And never be

Afraid to stand

Up for your point

Of views even though

Some may think your views

On things are stupid, dumb, and

All wrong,

10/11th/05  

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To return to flight

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English poems

He flew with might high up towards the sky

With pride and dignity flap his wings hard

But the wind swooped and he flipped, caught off guard

Tried to call out, but nothing, no reply

In pain and sorrow, he looks up, asks why

Though he gave it all, he fell and was scarred

Now he sits alone, broken like a shard

Thinking of how the pain he can defy



So the days passed, through it his wings he patched

Praying each day that soon he can escape

From the deep black hole to which he is latched

He prays soon for his strength to take shape

His goal is to survive and be dispatched

To fly once more, leaving the world to gape

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