Surreal is my quest to conquer this desire
while forbearing images of solace dance within my sight
Reflecting sparkles of hope unwittingly solidify my approach and fruitless acts begin to grow
My prowess aroused I begin to see that I am within, whilst I dream
Bring forth your attributes and lay down your disputes for we are one in this conquest of unity
My eyes wide open I run through this realm and catch a glimmering hope
that I will not find a better friend than me
We walk as one upon this earth reflecting our plight while embracing each other in the night
Get out of the light and hide the shame
Where did it go wrong, I had such fame?
A life mate I did seek
Love I did find, but failed to keep
Twisted thoughts, circuits merge and burn
Illusions of time, where did it go, what did I learn
Hold that thought, no, let it go
The pain is so deep it swallows me whole
Once you’re down there is more
Frost on my feet and ice in my core
Kick me aside; I am needed no more
The darkness sets in and the light grows dim
The pain is gone, I travel to HIM
None of the above I am sure. Although I have come across some people that present themselves as a step above the rest. Sure, they may have a degree or two, a successful career and friends in high places. What would happen if one day they lost it all? Where are their friends now? You reap what you sow the good book tells us. Friends are an important commodity and true friends are the ones who stick with you through it all. Stop for just a moment on your relentless climb to the top and listen to what your heart is telling you.
Is this hurting anyone? Do I consider another’s feelings? Do I have too much pride?
I am certainly not saying that you cannot be successful; I am asking you to stop and examine your techniques and not to forget your friends along the way.
Death by Words
William had an unambiguous demeanor, although exasperated with his prowess; he began the relentless, but daunting task of recounting his childhood inadequacies.
Unwittingly he goad his brother into his conquest without intimidation, yet simultaneously drawing from his knowledgeable and recurring transmutability.
Without being ubiquitous, he found the challenge surreal, but within his despair, and fatigue he told of his parent’s premature demise.
A melee had occurred, and both were bedeviled from an onslaught of words. Death by Words.
Whoa to the teacher of rhetorical configurations, redundant phrases and portmanteau vocabulary’s. Language is always in a state of flux. We do not speak English the way we did 500 years ago, and we will not speak it the same 500 years into the future the same way we do now.