Posts Tagged ‘ motivated ’

Excuse Me, Pardon Me

I must admit

patience

has never been

my strongest suite,

and because of that

ill never quit

what drives me is

the hot pursuit,

of something that

is in my way

I could give less than two squirts of a shhh

If I want then I’ll want and then I’ll show and I’ll prove,

to be the victor

seeing the bigger picture

a friend I am not

of any obstacle,

maybe going

a little bit beyond

what was necessary

but I can’t help it im either nothing or extraordinary

when I’m next to the impossible,

…(split second pause for breathe)…

arrogance

at full charge

can I get an Amen

or at least a #Woo

Building

when given instructions

it isn’t wise not to skip steps,

sure A to C is quicker

but B might have provided some much-needed strength,

I got my  clean cut and shave

but I’m still not the social butterfly that God had originally made,

still annoyed by those around me

seeing nothing special in what they do or have to say,

I’m not the type to be full of my self

but then again that’s what they all say,

I think things then believe it

word

sound

power

from the imagination of my brain,

so disillusioned by my views and beliefs

I feel clinically insane,

I’m out of breath from my huff an puff

maybe I need a different trade?

which is why I don’t want to say anything at all

since lately I havent had anything nice to say,

one commented that I’m not a talker

that’s incorrect it depends on the conversation and what/where it paves way,

I wont pursue if im not interested

and not building upon my advances is as good as saying “F-U, your too late”,

I don’t like being ignored denied

and asked again what I couldn’t make any more plain,

I stand still in angst even though

I want to yell from hiding such pain,

but I don’t want to attract the attention

of others that don’t feel the same way,

so I continue on

silent waiting patiently to break away,

slowly building a catalogue

so I can bid my 9 to 5 a good day

A case of the F*** Its

I wouldn’t call it being

down in the dumps

if anything

ive had me the best of luck

caught fishes with out a net or a hook

but still my heart is struck

in a place I don’t understand

so naturally my mind is stuck

in between the months theme

which has been “I don’t give a mother f***”

which conflicts with my faith

which is to love and be there for everyone

high on just my self

and the weight is feeling like a ton

I can crawl into a ball

or just completely ignore everyone

isolation recently

has been the most fun

no one to bother me

except for those who don’t notice my mourning beard just to use me for what they want

which doesn’t bother me

since they’ll go away once their done

 I have energy for others to feed off of

but I have nothing to lift my self up

maybe its been because I havent been to church in a while

and the lack of spiritual people around me has left my edges rough

maybe it’s because I’ve been in the trenches with whores

and I’ve forgotten how to love

what ever it is I’ve caught a case of the “f*** its”

resisting the urge to tatoo a middle finger on my forehead is getting really tough