Something Sweet

As the day wound down to a sluggish pulse, Christian Freeman swaggered into the noisy bar. His black shades swiftly being taken off his chiseled face by the lady in red. Her soft fingers brush off the side of his roughly shaved cheeks. The clash of Christian’s Brut clashing with her Channel seems to bring an aroma of passion.

            “You’re late Freezy,” she said in a alluring voice. Christian smiled with an uncaring look and walked over to their table. The water had already been served to his table as the girl had been waiting. They both sat at the small round table across from each other, both looking eagerly to leave. The woman’s eyes glistening off of Christian’s smile. The bar becomes silent to them and time appears to move slowly.

            “How long have we been together Christian?” said the woman.

            “I’m not exactly sure,” said Christian sarcastically, as he still stares into his woman’s eyes.

            Not seeing the sarcasm the woman exclaimed, “Almost two and a half years,” as she is not trying to be lured in by his quiet smile.

Christian looks at his watch, “Two years, five months, twenty-six days, seven hours and about nineteen minutes.”

            “And not once have you even tried to kiss me.”

            “Was there a rule that I have to?”

            “Well, no but that’s what people do when they like each other.”

            “Who said that I liked you? Have I ever said that I liked you?”

            “I’m not exactly sure…”

            “What was the first thing I said to you two years, five months, twenty-six days, seven hours and twenty minutes ago?”

            “I think I love you…”

            Christian paused, “Yes,” he paused again and starred, “and it took me two years, five months, twenty-six days, seven hours and twenty minutes to figure out that I do love you.”

All the woman could do was put her white hands on over her mouth and blush. Christian was still starring into her eyes and seeing total bliss. The woman could barely talk with her watery eyes, “I’ve been waiting eleven years for someone to say that to me and I’m glad it’s you.”

            “Do you want to go and get something sweet?”

Summer Sang in Me

Summer was the time for excitement. The time when the world rejoiced because they knew nothing had to be done. Choosing to relax in comfort or relax in your own way. Run when you want to, scream, play, or be lazy whenever you can. The sports are for fun. Competition is fierce but you never feel afraid of losing.

This is the only time something is taken seriously but actually never matters. For a kid summer can be his best friend. The same emotions, feelings, and reactions can be applied as if summer were a person. Sadness, excitement, anger, and love can all be seen in the summer days. When your friends are angry, yourself can become angry. When summer is infuriated and storming you can be tempered as well. The summer moon can look sad and cold but the sun is there to show the love of the universe, to shine and bring the orange glow to the moon’s surface. Summer sang in me on this night. The glorious tune of love swiftly traveled across the earth’s surface to everyone else felt the connection of the universe. To everyone that realized that love should never be taken for granted and there will always be someone or something looking out for you.

Friends and family become closer and time that is spent together is cherished and remembered. The memories made during this time are forever locked in your mind. Family comes home to stay. The surrounding of your loved ones brings joy and smiles to everyone’s face. Past memories are remembered and shared while new ones are revealed and kept. Your friends are the most important. A summer without them would be horrible. Your friends keep you alive and going. Whether it is going over to their house to chill and play video games or playing active sports but still having the same amount of fun. But making new friends can be even greater. From the ones you love can come an attachment of them. Brothers. Together we all become one happy quartet. Riding bikes through neighborhood and being reckless. Movies in the basement are relaxed and comical. I become part of their family. When I’m with them I know I am and when I’m away I sense as though I am. That is how true friends should make you feel. Friends should always be by your side to be there to cherish and hold every moment with you.

Summer makes your friends what they truly are and brings the best out of everyone. To describe summer you would need a novel. Summer cannot be described as something that will last forever but as something that will be missed and enchanted when it comes about.

Everlasting

The feeling I get as I look in your eyes,
Blue sky across them makes you feel warm,
And as your lids pound together erupts a storm,
Nature created makes the tide arise.

Washed away, just the grain of salt,
Floating forever,
And clasped together,
In the ocean there’s no time to halt.

Breathing deep, I think more clear,
’bout how I would be nothing,
Terrible sights and heart pounding,
But I know that’s nowhere near.

There it is

Now all the candles are lit
Help me lead the way
To the future of our pride
Take advantage of the day
Smell of sweet incense
Trickles to the sky
Gazing to the stars
As if morning flips to nigh’
Can’t help but wonder
How the dreams come true
First I’m over here
Now I’m next to you
I wish every second
That I had one more
Until time escapes us
And I’ under the floor
Built up my power
But not to flaunt
Cause I used it within
There’s what I want.

Perfection is not being Perfect

One thing I learned today.
As I sit and see no one pray.
That perfection today is not being perfect.
Even though their flaws can be hard to detect.
Something is broken and can’t welded.
The twelfth of the dozen is all rotted.
No perfect dreams without your pillow.
No perfect setting without the willow.
Can’t have rhythm with the melody.
The beautiful girl committed a felony.
You try so hard, but 99 percent.
That one jaw breaker you ate for lent.
The last 3 pointer of the game.
Your 5 year old cousin says you’re lame.
Being the best can be painful.
Being perfect is being normal.

Something less

I feel like the wind is lookin’ over my shoulder
And Every time I look back it feels even colder
Every time I turn away I seem to get closer
And I can’t understand why I can’t see it either

It seems that this ghost was merely something I dreamed

What I wanted at first was not what it seemed

A National want came at me and screamed

It turns out that this dream has become blood streamed

I realize now that it’s not what I desire

I set my wants off into hell fire

My new thoughts and needs had to be re-wired

The old times of greed have finally expired

I focus on love, with the beauty and honesty

We know both should be treated as the majesty

That need for another is enough to love without tragedy

Having each other gives you complete earnesty

Knot kneaded

When you look at this world,
tell me what you see.
Is everything right,
do we have a reason to be?
Because I see what your doing,
and it hurts inside.
What I thought was my shadow,
walks away and denied.
Life was so good when I could understand,
why everyone was the way they were.
Until I got older and everyone changed,
because nothing is ever truly for sure.
And trust will shoot you down,
when you use it too much.
Pick and choose who you need to,
let them be sensitive to your touch.
The circle of life becomes the Bermuda Triangle.
The playtime fun becomes a battle.

No Soul Left Over

Hey, Mr. Vulture, have you come for the others?
Yeah, everyone’s waiting, and they’re just jokers.
They don’t know your plan to deceive them.
They don’t know about how you want to condemn them.
But I guess it doesn’t matter to those guys other there.
I should probably tell them to go and prepare, and beware.
Someone needs to help them look at signs.
But the guys forgot how to read, so they sit on the sidelines,
And the girls are too busy worrying ’bout there waistlines.
Creepin’ up on ya like serpent in a cave.
You better watch until he sends ya to your grave.
Don’t stand up to it like you thinkin’ you brave.
And it’ll be gettin’ pretty hot in the hole of yours.
Lookin’ around seein’ too many doors.
Standin’ in the middle, on the blazing core.
Death is the only thing left for you now.
That’s the only thing that God will allow.
Sorry, brotha, but there ain’t nothin’ I can endow.

Is

Life is Just, what you wanted.
God is Here, where you want him to be.
People will Help, when you need them to.
Trust is Amazing, if you know how to use it.
Make your Own, self and identity.
Bliss is Available, to those who can take it.
Fate is your Friend, and is always there.
You are One, united with the world.

Because

Because of this chain reaction,
Everyone bolts into action
In one tenth of a fraction,
There seems to be no satisfaction.
Everyone in a rush,
Tryin’ to be somebody.
Strugglin’ for a push,
But they don’t know any karate.
We use violence they way we know to,
The way we’re showed to,
Kickin’ and Screamin’ until they can’t take no more,
It’s not like we give to the poor,
Or show how much we adore,
Everyone is just lookin’ to score,
The bigger the better:
Too many things in this world that we ignore:
The lover the liver.
Take your time to view what God has in store.
Because this world only gives but one life to live,
And that’s all that God can give.
Because we take no control of our destiny,
Everything in front of seems so cloudy.
Because no one wants to take a risk,
Everyone sees each other unbrisk.
Because we don’t take the time to love…
We don’t pay attention to Him above…
We don’t take the time to watch the dove…
Everyone wants there way, just push and shove.
We don’t see the greatness in things that are little,
We think something is wrong when they see it’s brittle,
Some of us are just stuck in the middle.
…Because you look down and see this little pebble,
The world stops and thinks your a rebel,
In your hands you hold it, very prayerful,
Make a wish and toss and see the ripple,
Lookin’ ahead, you know it’s a puzzle,
Knowin’ that there will never be a sequel,
To something you thought was so simple.
…Because we take the time to learn so late,
Our life becomes alone, without a fate.