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The morning of the darkest night,

you sit and look at me so hopeless.

The thoughts of this chapter,

still haunts me every day.


The cold eyes you stare,

why must I be this way.

Why must we live this way,

why must we accept.


The mistakes that led me here,

so desperate and alone.

Remind the ones that use to love me,

let them believe there was some good in me.


Im going to leave this pedant here,

just in case you cared to find it.

The disappointment I brought to you,

the life you could have had.


So this is it,

the chapter that we have started.

The chapter that led me to this road,

that I must answer for when im gone.


To wake early and feel the desire,

The inner glow of motivation,

So simple and untapped.


I see the distance, the world from a reserved flower,

Fear has entrapped me, tangled me, and grabbed me,

Unable to venture, unable to wonder.


The simple troubles of the near and forgotten,

The clouds of stress that follow.

Never leaving my side like a trusted companion,

Failure to break the path that has been given.


In order for me to succeed,

I must venture off and discover the real me.

To break the cycle we are once lured,

The easy life that we were thought to exist when we were a child.


Now we must dream the big dreams,

And truly believe.

Because faith in ourselves can determine,

Success or defeat.

The road that takes us,

To the ends of the earth.

The road that follows,

So mystically close.


We follow each other,

Like the sheep’s we are intended to be.

The endless road of misery,

We yearn to keep.


To seek out new things,

Your friends might laugh.

To wonder where life,

May venture us thus far


The light at the end,

The end that may follow.

To seek out the justice,

And carry the fallen.

Chasing the sun,

early morning Saturday.

Chasing the sun,

for a little glimpse of freedom.


The limitless energy,

the bright orange glow,

astonishes the mind,

frees the soul.


Wild thoughts emerge,

energy fills the body.

To reach outside the box,

to reach for something greater.


Greatness was once a given,

The promise of greatness was written,

a glimpse in the future,

a glimpse of something greater.


Now I see, what I was destined to be,

a son of taxi driver,

a designer, an builder.


Follow your dreams,

let it take you to the ends of the world.

Because if you dont travel,

you will never know,

and life would just be you viewing the next big thing

at the department store.



Posted: April 8, 2012 in cookies
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What is chance,

And how do we approach it?

How does it work,

And how can we control it?

Some call it luck,

while others simply don’t believe it.

The common phenomenon,

we see nearly every weekend.

Why does it happen,

to the limited few.

How does chance chose,

who to help,

and who to hurt?

If its truly chance,

and the odds are completely against us.

What if its more,

and we cant seem to believe.

With people struggling,

to eat and to survive,.

Can chance really be,

the answer for them?

What if it was God,

what if it was me?

Can a human creation,

possibly succeed?

Take the time to think about the events in ones life and those of his peers. How does one get everything and most tend to wish?

Comment away..


Why do we stay awake,

what purpose does it make.

For us to hangout all night?

Do we struggle to wake,

because we slept so late,

and suffer throughout the day?

Lets say we hung out,

decide to smoke it out,

what joy does it bring to you?

We both got so wasted,

and actually tasted,

the food that we would normally never eat.

So here is a the lesson,

the million dollar lesson,

we failed to figure out.

Sleeping early is great,

makes the brain rejuvenate,

and allows us to think again.


Why is it so hard,

for people to connect,

why do we pretend,

we don’t really care?

With facebook,

and twitter,

and sites alike,

trying to connect,

with us in mind.

Is it the care,

or acceptance we need.

Or is it the love,

we eagerly feed.

Let me propose,

a thought or an suggestion,

you take the time and really question,

why do we do the things that we do,

why do we care if we are liked by so few?

Let us imagine,

if it is a human ambition,

to address a life complication.

if we weren’t allowed

to seek our recognition.

Recognition for us,

is a simple replay from a friend.

On the dumbest posts,

we tend to send.