The Selfless in the Selfie

To not be ordinary 

I want to walk behind footsteps of greatness

My matches are ready to set this world on fire

I will make the cake for them to eat

Do what I can for my country

Making peace with thy self

I have the keys to be driven

The emotions to volunteer

The tears to cry

The heart to give

Classic

Watch them sing and dance and play for all 

Causing a commotion

In 50 years will you still care

Try singing about the wounded soul while  having one

Give a little respect to those who came before you

Dance with a fiery grace

Entertain for encouragement not rewards

Tell me what lies behind nefarious lies

Make me hot inside

Dazzle my spirit

Fill me with grace

Challenge the disbelievers

Then you will be remembered

When it is Quiet

Are you a slave to your boredom?

Can you not be in a room by yourself

Is it a prison?

To be trapped without imagination

Or do your thoughts turn dark

Turn to harm

Be cautious

For this is were man's problems lie

Happily look forward to being bored and without drama in life

I just, get, quiet

If there is narration to the story of my life

The voice would have to be vulnerable

Lately that does not sell unless nudity accompanies it

No one would take me seriously

Well, maybe my bank would

Love,

m.

Love is the creation of trust, respect and honesty - wrapped up like warm butterflies in your stomach.

Love,

m.

Live

The story that holds us back

When your heart is under attack

Learn from it

and don't give a shit

Get through the pain

You are not to blame

It is worth the struggle

You can juggle 

Stop living in the past

Life ends too fast

Glare Glances

Failing to try or trying to fail

Controlling my life

Life out of control

Dealt with 

Now dealing with 

On the outside when in

Someday, Same day

Like the weathered walls of a cathedral

time is passing me by

Will I remember what I did today five years from now

The days turn into months and years and I only have his smiling and healthy face to tell me that they were not wasted

Raising a child can be monotonous but so is carving a drawing from stone

Like the river that flowed to create the  Grand Canyon, one day another generation will say my name

He won't remember the quiet days and maybe I won't either 

So I cherish the forgotten times by loving the future 

Nature will carve it out for us