The Light

You Say I fight the darkness in you....I show you the end of the tunnel...wake up from the dream...i got your back...and thats it...You can hang on to me but i have alot to hold up...im in my own darkness, so baby help me up...Your Charming in every possible field, but sometimes a man has to show that he can hold the world and still help you up...Possibly i can do the things you want me to but im just a light that can turn off and on with a flip of a switch...like eagle talons i pierce your soft exterior and make myself the interior or your exterior compositons...We blend together like soup with letters....that spell out i love you or at least for the moment..but thats not important but because that bottom line is girl i cant save you from your darkness but i can pass you a light and maybe hold up a candle and show you way out, thats what i mean by light..and we can read twilight if the light wanna fly right and if my light is time right i guess we gonna fly right...

From A Mans Eyes

Ladies...The Most Complex Organism On the Planet...We Dont Expect you to care about what were doing..we dont expect you to always be there...we would like you to show enthusiasm when you see us, even though we might get embarrassed...We Like it when you wear nice clothes, but not clothes that make other men look at you...We dont care if you have guy friends, but we do care when you run up and hug them when your with us...Your beauty is defined by your attitude, not your face..at least to us it is...We Like a little madness, but not all the time...We like control and we like it when you try to control, all men like challenges...We dont want complications, but we want a little arguement here and there so we can make up later...Our hearts are yours and we are fragile believe it or not, so if you drop it, it can break regardless of our attitudes...We like seeing alot of you alot of the time...Sometimes we like being alone, and you dont like the fact that we want to be alone sometimes. Its ok to care, but a man needs to deal with some things alone...We love it when you scream our names really loud when your in a group of people, it lets us know you care...We dont like when you are shy around your friends with us, it makes us feel inferior to your friends...Lastly, we love you for you...you dont have to change for us...We will take you for who you are...with or without makeup, with our without your hair done...We would rather have you in sweats and one of our old teeshirts...That makes us feel like your comfortable with us...

Genesis

In The Beginning...A wise man, and his son created a burning ambition of bringing a community into a new perspective...A beacon of hope for a tattered society...7 brave young men joined this cause...and an new era of peace had begun...These 8 Men showed a world based on gangs and violence what it truly meant to be a family...Under their commanding chief...these 8 preformed deeds of extraordinary proportions and they gained the respect all and the membership of few...40 people later...the ambition burns in all of our hearts.

Heartless

Hear Thy Curse....Your insignificant in my eyes now....crossed my chest with an x to mark the spot where the treasure has been removed...I spit on the ideas of affection now...Time waits for no woman...If you waste time, time will waste you...Heart as black as blood diamonds, i shine the glow of demonic interpretation of hope...Your betrayal has not passed unscathed...from this point on your life will become my trinket that i will wear on my sleeve, and will be carelessly thrown aside on the behalf of nothing else put personal bliss

Quick Thought

Your Mind Is A Battlefield...Your Conscience...the allies...your Thoughts...the axis...and your heart provides the gunpowder...

Blessings Of War

....Ive been contained for what seems like an eternity...My vision grows dim...All hope seems lost...We have been taken one by one to their temple of light...Brutally Slaughtered to the delight of their king...I am the remainder of a 30 man platoon...My Soul is broken...Is there any chance of survival?...Mysterious footsteps stop around my motionless body...I am picked up by the assailants...and dragged to my demise...My only regret is that I wont get to see my beautiful family again...Lord take me so I may watch over them...But if you have one blessing left for a man who has killed so many...let me see my family again....

Sweetest Nightmare

I saw an old man last night...he wore a sleek white suit...wings piercing the clouds as needles through silk...the smile on his face reminded me of what my emotions were for this man....only depicted as a hurricane of hatred, but in the eye of the storm, there was love for this man...He told me about his struggles...and he asked about mine...We conversed like family would although we had only met in hell on fake terms..."Tell your father im sorry" the elderly man said...and with that, a sorrowful look consumed his familiar face...I embraced the father of my father and I shed a tear for the man as I fall back down from the clouds...back into hell itself...and with my soul back home...I awake, ready to begin anew.