Why..or rather..why not..or …

Thoughts, or Questions Rather I’m not looking for an answer only a moment to get you to say Hmmmmm… Why must people be entertained in order to get their attention? Why must blood be shed in order to get their attention?  Why must your name be mentioned, or not causing your feelings to bleed outContinue reading “Why..or rather..why not..or …”

What’s the WHAT

Truth is … We all are trying to figure something out …with as little Pain, and more Reward as possible. You see, the difference is the “WHAT” that we are trying to solve within our lives.  For example…. WHAT makes me happy?… WHAT legacy will I leave for my loved ones?… WHAT will I makeContinue reading “What’s the WHAT”

Be Honest 

Too play a position of ignorance while hoping for the best Strategic moves of love hoping they’ll do their best  Watching them play a character in your face Not realizing that you’ve already seen their ace Time after time people play this game Reflecting foolery and the position of a lame Perplexed as to whyContinue reading “Be Honest “

Me, Myself, and I…and You…Mainly Us All

Hey you, Yes You..the one in the mirror.  It is alright to admit that you are still learning. There is nothing wrong with admitting you have not made the best decisions. Be honest with yourself. You are not where you want to be, but you are in a place to learn the lesson. Sounds likeContinue reading “Me, Myself, and I…and You…Mainly Us All”

Yesterday’s thoughts 

Somedays feel earned… A true hard days work, and that doesn’t even refer to a regular job. The days can seem like a minefield…tiptoeing as not to interact with obstacles meant to do you harm. Then there are days in which the explosion can’t be avoided no matter how careful you are, nor how closeContinue reading “Yesterday’s thoughts “

Why allow it?

We ALLOW people to drain us till the last drop…because we have hope and see their potential. PROBLEM :  They haven’t begun to operate in the positive, wisdom filled aspects of their essence. We are WILLING victims of creative suicide. We place the gun in their hands and then…we have the nerve to wonder why they shot us.