via Al Jazeera America.
via Al Jazeera America.
Ignorance is convincing yourself of what isn’t true.
They used fear long enough to control us. Now that we know we aren’t wrong, we can stand up for ourselves. No need to be scared, p***ies.
you think there’s a perfect girl for every dude out there, like each guys ideal girl, or you think its all a figment of our imagination playing tricks on us, whereas all we really want is the honey? i think we want it all. everything. what we actually get just depends on what decides to come our way, to cross our paths. that is beauty, with a capital B, if you know what I’m sayin.
for the sake of that which we are incapable of attaining.
Preach to the world o Daniel,
Proud follower of the Lord,
Believer in Compassion,
Mercy, and Love.
It is you I’ve chosen,
You I’ve anointed,
To free humanity from itself,
and into my Kingdom.
God is in the heart,
Proclaim His greatness,
Fear not the proclamation,
Fear not society.
Fear not what they will say,
Allow them to giggle,
You are a believer,
a proud and passionate man,
Love, and be loved.
Spread happiness and joy,
and welcome doubt never.
Overcome and triumph Daniel.
You are the chosen One.
A gullible man to fairy tales,
He ran away and joined the circus,
Thinking he would ever find,
A ways away from space and time.
And when he did to his surprise,
He found an end to his demise,
A locust swarm of hidden lies,
Appeared and ravaged a past once worthless.
All I want is to work,
Until at some point I may find,
The opportunity to succeed,
In doing what I do best.
Creativity, that art which flows,
so naturally to me composed,
of all the emotions I have yet,
None of which I do regret.
Only then may I find,
A peace that is everlasting,
For this is what my God would give,
To me a gift of words and magic.
That I would put my trust in Him,
By letting go of all so dearly,
held to me like pride and anger,
Replaced with love sincerely.
Now my task is to convince,
My closest family of my joy,
Music, art, and all the above,
And nothing else.
Letting go of all I thought,
I needed dearly, like karma,
and all the stories that weren’t clearly,
Except music, and the red head piano room.
There I lay sometimes in joy,
Others in sadness when my ploy,
Falls to bits because my friends,
forget the way the story bends.
And twists and turns like fortune,
Oh this poem never ends,
And all this time my purpose is,
To express my inner sentiments.
Trust in God.
a world of words,
cooler than air,
often a hell,
for those in despair,
like I, in those moments when,
everything seems so swell.
A typical twilight of sorts,
caught in my mind at this late hour,
twisting and turning my innermost,
sentiment towards power.
I certainly would go for wine,
a bottle of beer that I may be candid;
and say to hell with all the swine,
that plague this world like cancer.