Whispers on the tundra, silenced from cold and wind,
Paved into the hard earth are the steps of our past.
Only forgotten with the melting of ice,
But never warm enough to vanish completely.
We are here to be remembered.
We are here to be relived.
Original X: Bach
Touching the Sky
Peaking,
Above the horizons we all know,
Above the formations of mist and glow,
Striding amongst nuclear aura and forgotten souls,
It is in the end we cannot loll.
But is not the end when we can rest,
To put aside pain and stress,
Wishing not for more of these days,
Instead of unending space,
Our new sun the light of cosmic rays?
Tears will come.
And they will dry.
But always laid in time the spirit will shine.
All are connected within matter’s rhyme.
To let go….
The ultimate test of one’s might.
To trust….
The belief far beyond one’s sight.
To forgive….
The final key,
Glory conceived,
Riddles solved.
Now to love….
Above it all.
Above it all.
Kind drops of easy water tap at your door.
They reflect all.
But you can see through them,
As the rain continues to pour.
If left too long they will reside.
If left too long the dust abides.
Will you let them in?
Will you make akin,
All that you fear for the sake of all that you may win?
It is there,
And long has it been.
But much longer than the memories of men.
– B
Original X: Bach
Getting Over It
As we get older we’re expected to know more, be more wise. But no matter how old you are you’ll never be perfect. If you slip up don’t be too hard on yourself. Just learn from it and move on.
Beating yourself up will get you nowhere. All it will do is destroy your self-confidence. This isn’t to say you shouldn’t take responsibility for your actions. Part of aging is using what you’ve learned to be a more fully developed individual, which means you should constantly be understanding more.
You should better understand the way the world works, how you work and what and what not is of quality human interaction and human characteristics. We all have different culture, different ideals of what is right and wrong. Such goes without saying really. But there are those qualities, those things that humanity as a whole accepts and comprehends as being a part of natural growth cycle of a human being.
There are those attributes people should strive towards while aging. Some come more naturally. Some we must push for. Some are just common sense. And there are those things we know from within are just right, which are shared amongst man as a whole.
Maintaining a responsibility to uphold these “things” is part of maturing. If you aren’t attending to these duties as you age, you are holding yourself back. You are stunting your growth. So, it can be said knowing when to take responsibility for your actions is a common one of those attributes discussed here. But, as stated earlier, part of getting older is also understanding that you will mess up.
When you do, don’t be self-degrading in your determination of the fact you messed up. Accept it. Take responsibility. Learn. Grow. Move on. We can only change the way we handle or prevent our mistakes for future instances. We can’t change the mistake that has already happened.
– B
Original X: Bach
Just Blabbin’ tha Thoughts
Trippin’? More like sippin’, occasionally dippin’ to tha big in tha sky, feelin’ as though my life is occasionally high. Riiiiiight. Truth be told, I don’t even remember what demons my past unfolds. In the end all that matters is my spectacle glows. But let it be, let it be, so say he. When in question was it ever a consequence of WE? Are you entertained?!!! Are you entertained?!!! Maaaan, demands makin’ my mind’s left brain dramatically drained. Who’s to spit, that you can’t be what you yourself wish? Excuse me while I have my cake and eat my dish. Wasting space on these thoughts is a case Ashanti’s foolish. Don’t take the time. Move forward and put tha ish on a funkin’ grocery list. Save ’em for later. Like, “Peaces.” Pieces come together to make a whole. Not always the rough ridges of Reese’s. Take a bite and you’ll get that smooth PB center as all the rest deceases.
Original X: Bach
Waking to Leave
It’s both amusing and peculiar in what dreams may come.
Scenarios of grandeur.
Illusions of the deepest desires.
All to leave at the opening of the eyes.
Only to wish your separation from this world, even if only for a sleepy night, would not end.
A journey away from what you know to be real.
A meeting with those you hold dear.
A chance to live a life not always possible…..
In what dreams may come.
Original X: Bach
Believe It. Do It.
You have to create your own opportunities in life. Never expect and never count it until it’s in your pocket. Words mean nothing to many. To others, words are of great intent, but can’t always be met. To few, words bind like blood.
Other people will be there along the way, to aid you, to hold you back. But push yourself, because it’s yourself that’s going to get you through. Be smart. Be resourceful. Be honest. Be humble. Be selfless. Be positive. Be firm. Be wise.
Never stray from who you are, and who you want to be. Never forget your past, and the people in it. Have will. Have conscience. Have confidence. Have strength. Have heart. Have open mind. Have understanding. Have love. You will rise.
But rising is nothing if you do not hold true….to you.
– B
Original X: Bach
Wishin’ to Sippin’ Minus tha Flippin’
Lookin’ forward to tha dinner that I got comin’ feelin’ like a winner, cuz I got more projects comin’ out my space like I was on MySpace, no sinner, HA! You know that’s a fibber, cuz we all gots a little negativ-O. Just gotta push past, be better, on tha real-THO. Everyday can pay like ATM foreva. It’s sad that life’s gotta be all about tha chedda. Sometimes too much to take. But then I sip a drank, girl wanna kiss, let her. Not worth tha stress when you can take tha positive, mix a little hard work, create opportunity, now yo ridin’ with that leatha, seats, coats, lining on boats, I’m on, bitch. Life will change if you decide to switch. Be strollin’ on beaches like Abercrombie & Fitch, plane to Rio in a sinch. You be havin’ that nervous twitch countin’ life inch by inch. Come on mang, pull yourself up by those britches and get out those ditches, off tha street corners, off tha games, leave those lames, that would hold you back, get off that couch, you ain’t no slouch. It’s there for tha takin’ if you quit tha bakin’. You know you’ve been thinkin’. You can keep runnin’, wishin’ you was stunnin’. But you know you just need that focus. Stop runnin from those locusts. Be tha bug master, ninja turtles Baxter, swat some flies with your blaster. Speakin’ of glow rays, your dim night is brightened, the light that lays in your soul, all tha lights, Kanyes. Take tha dark, pour it my poor bro, funnel. Bright lights…..Light at the end of that tunnel.
