A trail that’s muddy, covering Your boots in mud, probably, Complaining about it constantly, Your friends can take no more. So then you try to explain, thoroughly, That you’re misunderstood, and want to be As “normal” as everyone else is, the trouble is, However, you understand a bit a more Of how the world really works, listening To your every thought and feeling, answering Your questions about the world To the best of its ability; the world Is your best friend if you let it

I don’t talk to God I just think and he hears me There’s no need to speak My thoughts are what my prayers be Carelessly sometimes I let my mind wander Into the dark side of things And then I start to ponder What life would be like If I didn’t talk to God Life would be so hard that It wouldn’t be worth living But then I think of the Lord And all His glory And suddenly I’m right back To telling you my story

Another day a bit surreal If it was real I’d complain My life’s a fairy tale Believe me it’s amazing It wasn’t always this way It was terrible before My attitude was bad So mad that I was poor But then something hit me A lightning bolt from the sky The world let me in on The secret rules to survive Now I smile all the time And compliment with ease I found my positive side I believe in love and peace That’s the secret to it all Believe in them whole-hearted And you’ll never be

I imagine the unimaginable And imagine my luck Most of what I imagine Just happens to become A real part of my life Not just what I imagine My imagination becomes My reality like magic My dreams just so happen To match my real life Is it still imagination What I think inside my mind Or are my dreams real Do I know some sort of secret? The world is yours truly You just have to believe it

I’m about to give you The key to it all, The meaning of the world, The reason for this poem, And every other one. The reason what you do Makes you feel good inside. It's why my rhyming is in tune. The key is essential To everything you do. Everything you think inside Must coincide with truth, At least as you see it Inside your mind's eye, Because the beliefs that you Hold true in your heart Will start to come true On the outside. -- That's art.

I don’t care if you like me It doesn’t matter anymore My life is all about my writing I’ll make you like me with a poem To live and die by a rhyme Like words are trying to kill me To be or not to be A Shakespeare like crazy Willy To be a poet's frightening When I’m writing a poem It’s like something is likely Taking over my soul For a moment in time And although that moment’s thrilling It's killing me inside But I’ll survive it God-willingly The reason that I Put myself throu

He thought to himself about his problems. Caught in distraught, he's forced to reevalu- ate the path that he set out on to be Great, and receive a name, fame triumphantly. The umpire of the game is calling him "safe," Saying he just ducked in under the tag At the base. Face the facts, the call’s been made. Even those that call you out would have to Agree with the Cadillacs that arrive at the scene, To break some backs and crack some knee-- caps for the past debts he owes. He

I can travel without leaving. I can imagine without believing. I’m only adequately pleasing, Though I have what is needed to be remembered, Believe me. I can dream without sleeping. I can lie by secret keeping. I find meter and rhyme pleasing to the ear. My whole life is poetry, come here, check out The scenery. There's an ashtray full of ashes, And books from all my classes; The science textbooks and the literary classics Are there next to my piano and my Fender Stratocaster

If I’m not moving forward, Am I being left behind? Do I have to move at all? Or is right here just fine? It’s always the human race, It’s not always human kind, Maybe we should reverse that And share in each other’s time. Right here is what you’re reading. Right here is where you are. Right here is where you’re stuck, But you don’t want to stray too far. You’re not ready for that yet. The world spins round you now. You got the world around your finger, You’re the Almighty loo

You stare At my nervousness The glare The perspiration and sweat I shiver I can't take the air in here Where is the nearest exit? I can't take the Pressure It's like standing On an iceberg In the middle of The desert But maybe It's like some say ‘Everyday Is a blessing’ It's a gift It's the present It may seem Like a cliché But believe me If need be Today will be different Today I will change I say ‘goodbye nervousness’ As I take my God-given Talent to all of you And you're a