Through the day of clouds and shade
I find my thoughts bundling inside like a parade
They twist and turn
For I'm the one to let them burn
Like I keep going straight then turn
The wrong way
I just don't know what to say
Just try not to be emotional and be okay
For I think things will be good
For everything could
Change if I find a way to turn the page
Not stay complicated but rearrange
My static way of thinking
It changes in seconds like blinking
I find me bearing the claws in my deception
I find myself when i sometimes see my reflection
I keep my anger hidden but then again it sometimes show
Been awhile but I'm on the go
For I keep my thoughts on the low
Till I rip them apart then break down and need a tow
Then get put back together sow
I reflect on my image
Like I'm hitting the replay on a scrimmage
My head is not where it should be
But this is just me
Baffled by what to do at giving moment
I need to shrug it off own it
I keep forgetting I have a purpose
That I can achieve this
Through boundaries and disciplined actions
Stray away for unforgiven distractions
My goals are far from reach
But I must learn to teach
The better way forward
And move toward
My achievable believable meaning
That's what's on my mind this evening
This is what I was feeling
About the Creator
Blake Robert
I Write to express my own outlook on any giving thing I come across or think about. Please give me insight on things if you have any input to how I can become better at what I do. Remember LoveWhoYouR!
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Dear Grandpa's
Grandpa John of a Cardinal Dear Grandpa's Your memories are but focus to the lives yall lived through loving eyes. Gave wisdom gave love gave commitment gave rides. Showed me the way of the waters that I so truly enjoy. Gave me smiles gave me laughter gave me comfort growing up as a young boy. You both carried your ways from what we call now back in the days. One worked as a architect another at Frito lays. Yall where a blessing that so many people needed through there own walks of life. You all where never perfect but taught me how to carry and handle a Swiss Army knife. You both had struggles we all must face. You both showed light in any given place. Both where a style no one had or even perused. One of a kind men with amplitude. You showed me a line and a reel where the true therapy to relax the spirit of patients. Both gave strength in numbers but where no saints. Both died of cancer that was pain and reconcile. Both walked the line like Johnny Cash one step to a mile. Yall carried over the dreams of what you believed in at any giving moment. Yall stood tall even in danger yall owned it. You are in the hearts that you blessed along the way. Both had my middle name that I go by on here as my last name today. You are but many have and been a part of as grandpas from many different walks of life and ancestors and legends of the past. Both bring a smile even though can bring a deep voice when it comes to cast. Yall show signs from up above with a penny and a cardinal that I can still see today. With a message your still here as I pray. To keep living your walks of life in my own way to pass down to my own. For the needle in the cloth you both sown. To be what you want to be in any given path you take in this blessing we where giving a life to live and share. You both showed your heart and soul to bare. The hand and body that gave us a way to shine. Grandpa's your spirits are but only one of a kind. Keep showing me the signs of ever lasting love and shove me into the light. Cuz I must confess my struggles through day and night. Keep giving me comfort with your outlook. And I will keep on writing the pages to my book.
By Blake Robert3 years ago in Poets
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It's so great to find You and read You complicated means a human so rich inside with minds ! I know not many can understand but I do read and feel !