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Where I'm at
Contributed by
DeanMichael
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Saturday, 20th December 2014 @ 06:04:54 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Real conscious message coming at you
Might be slow to listen but I promise it’s about you
Please hear me, I come to you completely
In whole hearted peace, just a kid speaking freely
today I woke up, feenin for the tree
Not a leaf around me , Stresses of yesterday made me weak
So i
Gather dollars up hoping I’ll have the ends
If not, shoot me $5 and smoke it up with my friends
wassup
so much smoke in the room that we can barely breathe
but our heads are full of thoughts that some will call make believe
but we
know the outcome is money
that’s why we speak it,
so confident in my words but so afraid of my demons
that’s when it hit me, an open hand to the face
I slowly started to notice I’m backing out of the race
In fear of failure
Oh what a disgrace
Cause the only man that loses
Is the man who stops today
Lookin around to every wall of the room
Everything is so empty so have I become immune
To move
In the way that I chose
Cause we all know that we have something to prove
But the question’s “to who?”
Chasin the approval of another
Will never get the check that’ll retire my mother
Or take care of my sister
Like a perfect older brother
The one that she will proudly say “I know he got me covered.”
“He made it there himself, without nobody’s help.”
“Took the world and made it his, I knew he would not fail.”
Damn I wanna hear that,
stay sitting on this couch and I’ll never see it happen
I gotta get into action
And take a stand to follow my passion
Whether its music or fashion
Ill be kickin some asses
Anything in my way is considered distraction
Just takes a whole lot of practice
And less time on that mattress
You can only stop yourself from becoming inactive
Time to choose your reaction
I told you before that this was about you
And it is because the bottom line is you determine the truth
Of what you can make reality
Hard work will pay off gradually
But don’t try to be me, it’s got to come to you naturally.
Going through life sure comes with the stress
Desire to be great but confused on where to step
What direction am I headed?
What’s my purpose? Where is heaven?
Jesus can you hear me? Can I see you as a brethren?
Maybe God is me and if he is then what’s religion?
The mind is a creator sometimes it feels like a prison
I’ll never have the answer but maybe that’s the answer
The constant search of knowledge is a beauty not a cancer
“Go and find yourself” Life gave me a challenge
And now I truly understand that that life is about balance
Theres always good with evil
Give love that is within you
Its often overshadowed by the pain amongst the people
Focusing on the bad is like cutting wings off an eagle
I swear ….
We were born to fly as high as we please
And help each other grow together with the spirit of peace
Seek the words of wisdom
Take care of your family
And Don’t confuse your wants by calling them your needs
So stop using all that weed as a crutch
To escape the fact that that’s reason your broke and tired as *****
Get up and get to work
Stay hungry and stay driven
Cause the bottom line is love yourself and youll never be hidden.
Ambition.
Copyright ©
DeanMichael
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2014-12-20 18:04:54]
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Re: Where I'm at
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by SylviaHughes on
Saturday, 20th December 2014 @ 06:29:52 PM AEST
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| Powerful message and very nicely put. |
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Re: Where I'm at
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 21st December 2014 @ 01:11:34 AM AEST
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so descriptive I was there am there now
grew up in the sixties and seventies
Pot high school I think it twas
Put money in a pot we would to buy us some weed
And oh we were cool, I played in a rock band
age 15, the other guys were older
There's a mild wisdom in this you write
See I smoked weed back then all the way until
I was twenty
I didn't give it up for any reason, I just moved on somehow
Other folks were the reason not me
I was lucky you see
Not any personal call to action led me
It was the good people I met more than myself
I had a good heart and it came from my mother and
siblings
But I always saw things as they are
Grief is what it is always is and will be
Hope is decidedly different
It's a collection of decisions
not all good but with practice
and some hard work, one begins to see joy
the joy in things that used to be dismal
Now in my fifties I have not smoked the weed in
maybe twenty five thirty years.
It weren't the weed that I blame for lost time
It was only my own growing up
which takes time
leaving the world in a better state is a cascading
challenge of trying hard not to think of only yourself one day, with all the ups and downs...
Remember when you think of others and act
those are always going to be the best days somehow
And then feel so worried no more
You smile more
You breath easier
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Re: Where I'm at
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by shelby on
Sunday, 21st December 2014 @ 02:22:27 AM AEST
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Everything about this I love, the honesty,the flow and style, the wisdom in it, incredible!
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Re: Where I'm at
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by softerware on
Sunday, 21st December 2014 @ 10:25:02 AM AEST
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I love this. We can do anything we want to do…be anything we want to be…but we have to do more than just WANT to.
This reads so well. Like sitting in a rocking chair having a conversation with you.
Well paced, enjoyable and necessary.
Thank you!
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