Yo, you made this up.
Who?
Me?
Question?
What?
Why does it always feel like someone is watching me?
Maybe someone is, you’re always on stage.
Hey, if I died and went to hell would you come and save me?
Someone already did that bro, that story has already been written, we’re good, stop fighting and let go.
Read the book.
Victory is yours.
I sit and 🤔 ponder...
Is a child born with a destiny?
I ponder on this thought.
Is a child bred to do what an adult does later?
Does a child who seeks the weapon have a natural passion to kill or does the child know something about defense?
Is a child born without a conscience?
What makes a child find God?
Is it reason or is it fact?
One can only ponder on the thought.
If the human mind is trained to want more why do so many settle for less?
Why do so many find happiness with less and those looking in await for them to be miserable or are they? It could just be my interpretation.
Why do those with more to offer have to suffer when they’re expected to provide?
Why do some keep going while others stop?
Are laws made to be broken?
Is the earth round or is it a sphere?
Are we all just standing on a rock in space?
I ponder on the thought of wisdom...
Why does a man win only to feel like a loser tomorrow?
Why does a woman search for love only to find more sorrow?
My mind ponders on what makes a human like me so stuck in my ways...
I refuse to submit to modern times as I trip on an old phone cord, but I swear they’ll never figure me out or have they already?
I’m stubborn, but my mind is at ease or is it?
Am I “old school” because I see something in a woman who gives me a coin and cooks for me when I’m out on the streets?
I ponder for a moment on her true intentions, then I let go...
Why is she helping me? I’m nothing...
I ponder why she is giving me the strength I need to provide for her...
What does she want from me?
I ponder why she is encouraging me...
She won’t leave me on this corner to rot and die...
I stop pondering, I’ve figured it out...
She is trying to save us all, for a vengeful, bitter man is worth nothing without a coin in a cup...
We come out of her womb while she suffers in pain and when we’re worth nothing she still feeds us...
That’s something to ponder about...
One cannot exist without the other, I guess there had to be a maker of everything or did it just happen? The entire time the answer was right in front of me.
Indeed.
I guess we’re all in this together. One cannot exist without the other.
As I stand a thousand feet above ground on a tightrope, I ponder why my mind is telling me to stay balanced.
Someone or something is watching over me, I can’t see it but I can feel it.
When you tell the truth be prepared because the people who listen may feel bad and you may lose a lot of humanitarian support. You may even find yourself in a fight. The lasting effects of telling the truth could often put your life in danger. It may be wise to listen to a person who is often alone, most likely they won’t lie to you and if they do it’s because they’ve been beaten up by always telling the truth and may just tell a lie because they need a friend.
Have a good day.
She did everything she could to perform her song...
She practiced every note for two hours a day...
Her throat became sore...
She practiced so hard that she wore herself out.
Exhausted, she sat down on a bench in the janitors closet after practice and fell to sleep.
She was tired.
My yes is what put me in front of the judge, what I failed to realize was that I did have a choice, or did I? In my heart I know I’m innocent but the truth is that I was cursed from birth. I was born to an unmarried mother whose highest form of education was high school. Wealth to me was a brand new plastic teething ring. Yes, it’s true that freedom is good but at this moment I know my life is over. My life will never be the same, I gave in to the woes of life and I killed the man who beat the only woman who’d ever really cared about me. While they prepared my cage, I heard my mother scream just like I’d heard my entire childhood. I would beg for mercy but like so many who’ve lost their freedom, I’d died in the jungle the moment my ancestors and I were put in chains. God be with me, good bye mom. I hope to see you in 25 years. From the jungle to a warm house now to a cage, the only person who ever saw me as a human being was you mom. I’m sure you named me Judah for a reason, your king sent from God, born to protect you, now has a number on his back. I did it for you.
Prison.
The funk of deception...
Smiles reflecting visions of hatred...
Evil rotting inside of a feeble mind craving for attention...
It, they, I, me, and them...
He, she, her, and him...
A trail of heated emotions...
One wanting two, an artificial pardon...
An authentic passion to desire someone else’s treasure...
An alternative mind of trust...
The failure of bad decisions...
The concept of good intentions manifested into evil thoughts...
A house and a diamond ring, material things achieved with hard work reaching for success while the evil eye watches...
The thing that possesses the mind to dwell on the concepts that his or her new friend or foe have created...
The thing is human envy...
It seeps inside of the mind only to swell up like a womb filled with dirty infected pus...
This thing called human envy is where evil dwells...
It drives the human to kill...
It motivates the human to steal...
It slowly eats away at the humble moments in life that we all cherish, that we all want...
It drives us...
All can be caught in its web...
It’s the downfall of a selfish species driven to be successful...
Driven to achieve and outdo predecessors...
Bloody, brutal competition, willing to do whatever it takes to win, craving for the attention to achieve...
Driven to want the finer things in life...
A man and his wife...
A house and a home...
Only to be watched by the envious human eye to steal, kill and destroy...
Death by deception...
Evil that stabs a healthy heart...
Poor, greedy, filthy, rotten, selfish and dirty...
Evil...
Beware my child of human envy.
Victory was mine and I knew it...
I waited my whole life for it...
The moment when confetti fell from the ceiling while tears of joy dropped from my eyes...
I had it right in the palms of my hands, but somehow it slipped away.
