Sacrifice

We do what we want in life
think about the consequence then make the sacrifice
usually between two things we love
how do we decide whats above
decisions can make you
decisions can break you
they can even hate you
if you do what you love
and love what you do
your decisions will love you
just journey to the end
how many miles, it will depend
sacrifice your life to the greater good
make the better decision
you know you would.

Spying On The Past

memories a pigment of the past
lookin back at the good and the bad
taking time to remember where you came from
jump to conclusions not finding a crumb.
little pictures going through your head
trying to reminisce the things that were said
putting a smile on your face
and a sparkle in your eye
you’re in your past becoming a spy
watching the good and bad
while hopping over the sad
a pool of memories
waiting for you to dive in
but with no diving board
you stop.
and grin….and continue your journey to the end.

The Journey

what is life?
why are we here?
I’m always trying to change gear
but it keeps knocking on my door
making me think making my head sore
what’s next?
what do I do?
then I think of something new
the road never ends
but on the tires…it depends
fill up the tank
and run to tomorrow
we have no time for darkness and sorrow
keep a smile as if you couldn’t swallow
the world is a journey filled to the brim
so read between the lines and don’t forget to skim

The More Than Life

is it slowly slipping away
or has it always just been too far away
no matter how high you jump
no matter how hard you work
it just runs away with a smirk
mocking you and teasing you
leaving you with the residue
theres only one thing you can do
keep jumping keep working
make that smirk disappear
catch it out of the air and make it your souvenir
dont give up and dont surrender
its better to go down fighting
rather than go down surviving
would you rather be the hero that died
or the coward who chose just to survive
nothing is ever too far out of reach
just jump higher and higher, and be more than a survivor.

Questions

if you had one wish
what would you wish for?
if you had one opportunity
would you score?
if you had one dream
would you soar?
if you only had one more day
what would you say?
if you had a lot of money
would you be the same person or go running?
if you had unlimited time
would you help others or live with crime?
if you could ask one last question
would it help you learn a lesson?
there is no such thing as a stupid question
so let it fly and just maybe it will find a reply.

The End

one earth
with 7 billion souls
7 billion people
with 7 billion goals
7 billion goals
with one destination
one destination
with 7 billion meanings
in the ground
then through the sky
soaring like an eagle
oh so high
while everything flashes before your eyes
you find what you were looking for
life’s greatest surprise…

Freestyle

words turn into writing
and writing turns into layers
many different meanings
they sound like prayers
with so many thoughts going through my head
my brain wants to leave nothing unsaid
phrase after phrase jumping through my ear
so many thoughts these words are sincere
but with the world around me so distracting
it’s so hard to keep this up without practicing
if practice makes perfect
then why is nobody there
perfect is the destination everyone fears
they say it’s impossible
but my mind is theosophical
what does that mean
you wish you knew
just keep thinking there’s nothing you can do

This Moldy Generation

as a kid you want to be old
and as you’re old
you don’t want to be mold
everyday rotting away
were all getting older
what can you say
there’s only so much life to live
so why receive when you can give
give inspiration and insight
give the young a reason to fight
we live in a world of YOLO and swag
nobody is humble because they all brag
so reach in your bag
and pull out some gold
give them advice
and get rid of your mold

Away

long day comes to a rest
kick off my shoes
and fall on the bed
throw in my headphones
and just forget
have my dreams take me away
and let the sheets show me the way
with my pillow as the cloud
and my bed like the crowd
as it lifts me up like a wave
taking me further and further away..

The Bell

waiting for time to pass by
my mind begins to wander like an annoying fly
with my eyes darting from one to another
I start to feel like a lighthouse undercover
everyone lost within their minds
moving about like many mimes
so quiet you can hear books breathing even so quiet I can hear the mimes thinking
but with five minutes to the bell
the peace and quiet will turn to hell leaving me thinking….did I fail?