Mind In Solitude

Wisdom is hard to swallow.
Expect no apologies,
Honor is never borrowed.

Though we live off the same old shit they feed us everyday, does not mean we all will believe and comply with every bullshit they have to say.
Sanction me, abuse me, do whatever.
I’d still get up off my ass and stick my middle finger in the air and yell “Fuck all ya’ll!”
Because my wisdom is hard to swallow.

I have come to grips with the possibility,
and I’m shredding my skin,
from deep within.
Life can never be as easy for me
And it always hasn’t been.

I am coming to grips with the reality,
That noone has seen my struggles,
The pain and the troubles.
Until the very last moment,
That I jumped my last hurdle.

As soon as I have come to grips,
Crossed my T’s and dotted my I’s
And wiped the last tears off my eyes.
Got love for those who stayed positive,
In the event of my demise.

Dear Santa,

I have a couple of things
That I have in mind..
Some thing all these years
I’ve been trying to find..

There are a couple of things that I just wanna..
Have and you just gotta..
Holla,
And take time to read this letter.

See, I haven’t been naughty,
And all year I’ve been nice,
To be able to get those things
That I need in my life.

I’m tired of these dames,
And these same old games.
Cuz at the end of the day,
They bring so much pain.

What I need is,
Someone to have and hold,
Someone to be there,
When I get old.

Sweet taker by night,
And maybe a snob by day.
Don’t mind if she has a kid,
I want kids anyway.

somebody get a shovel and bury me right here…

Love is like a poker game.
Each time a hand goes out, you would either raise, call, or fold.
Sometimes we even bluff.
Same thing with love.
I’ve raised, called and even bluffed, but occasionally I would fold. Just enough to keep the pressure off of her to avoid scaring her away.
Now at that last hand, when you’re back is up against the wall, and there’s no where else to go but either fold or bet it all in. I’d push all my chips in the middle of the table and go all in.. Like I said, love is like a poker game, I can either go home empty handed, or go home with everything. I know I won’t be able to function right if I ended up with nothing. But it’s all or nothing. Now or never.