No problem

Problems.

Problems problems. problems.

Problems.

Everybody has problems.

Everybody.
However; you can't tell everybody about your problems because believe it or not some people are glad you actually have them and the other percentile simply do not care.


Its easy to complain about your problems to someone.

To find a person that actually has a solution is rare.

Embrace your problems.

Challenge your self to solve them on your own.

This is life is talking to you.

Nobody's going to break out the decorations and throw you a pity party every time you have one.

Channel the same energy you use to complain about a problem  to someone.
Then you might actually solve one.


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Lets do better.

I don't know you or what you've been through.
I'm full of mistakes.

I definitely don't think that I'm better than you.


I just wanted you to know that I don't agree 100 % with you.

I don't see your perspective.

I don't approve of your point.

I believe your wrong.

I don't want to argue.

I don't want to fight.

You just said something that  wasn't right.

You have the facts wrong.

If you feel that I'm ever wrong please let me know post haste.

Can we do that?

Can we civilly agree to disagree?

Can we leave out the emotion?

Can we dialogue intelligently?

Can we make a conscious effort to find a middle ground together?

Lets give it a try.

Lets do better.


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Sweet sentations

 I crave you.

I know it's wrong but it feels so right.

You tantalize me with your seductive fragrance.

You take me to heightened heights. 

You make me think of more care free times.

You reawaken the lost child within me.

When your around me I want to tap my toes and kick my feet.

I feel like I could scale the highest mountaintop and still have enough energy to run a marathon.

After you leave me though
I feel low.

I feel dismal and full of despair.

All I have to remember you is a trail of emptiness staring back at me..... reminding me of how much I need you.

Ok
I confess.

I'm addictated to sugar and I could care less.


Sugar addiction is real.

It is the world's most deadly silent killer.

This poem was not written to mock or make light of those suffering from any dis-ease caused by it.
My poetry is art and written-in the moment.

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manifested reality.

It's starting.

It's being born.

It's taking shape.

It's forming.

The process has begun.

You see it clearly.

The image is so vivid

The vison is so crisp.

You feel like  it's already done.

It's already happened in your minds eye.

You saw the ending before the beginning.

The idea sparked like a beacon.

It called out to you in the we hours of the night begging you not to forget it and to give life.


From this point on you are the Author.

The illustrator


The publisher.


The producer.


The inventor.


The creator.

The orchestrator.


The patent manager.


The CEO.

The head of the board.

You need no counsel.

Forge your own path.


It could have came to anyone.

Yet it chose you.

You are the one.

You've studied and prepared enough.

It's time for follow through and outcome.

It's already been written.


Now let it be done.

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HEED

A storm is brewing.

 

Your traveling on bad land.

The terrain doesn't feel the same. 

Your intuition is erupting inside your head like a mad band.

You feel it deep in your spirit you know your being watched and preyed on.

 The energy in the room is fiery.

This is not your scene.

Intentions are being reviled as soon as names and numbers start dropping.

False smiles and deceptive embarrasses are being handed out.

Your ego's telling you stay.

Your intuition is warning of potential danger and begging you to find an

exit out.

Stay to save face?

Or leave to be safe?

Choose wisely.

Choose fast.

Choose correctly.

It may well be your last.

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The choice has been made

Decisions.

Decisions.

Decisionnnnns.

hmmm. let me think.

So many decisions before me.

How shall I choose?

What shall it be?

I think.

I think.

I think I'll choose me.
Yes.

I'll choose me.

I'll choose me over uncertainty.

I'll choose me over anxiety.

I'll choose me over anger.

I'll choose me over fear.

I'll choose me over pain.

I'll choose me of suffering in silence.

I'll choose me over mental drain.



I'll choose what's best for me come hell or high water.



I'll choose me through cloudy day days and cold nights.



When it comes to loving me there can be no oversight.



If you say I'm selfish...you might be right.

I choose me.

I choose me.

I CHOOSE ME!!!

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Mamba

You soared with the eagles.
and ran with wolves
 
You stared adversity in eye and dared it try.


You had a conversation with pain and demand more from it.




You declared war on fear and vowed never to run from it.


You stood firm on the hill of principle.


You planted your flag on the mountain of prosperity .


You were the epitome of disciple and definition of sacrifice.
  
You ruled wisely in a kingdom with no floors or ceiling.


Deeper that any ocean.


Brighter than a million suns.


You were the chosen one.


No longer physically here.


Your legacy etched and embroidered in a purple and yellow crest and will never tarshish or rust.


You shall forever remain the West and in the hearts of each one of us.




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