My Intent

Every morning I wake up I am blessed.

I know to the core of my being that I choose how I see my life and what I have left in it.

I have hurdles, I have faults 

I know that being the truest sense of self is not anything I am willing to give up the power too.

I make no apologies based upon the perception of my intent.

I relinquish that along with the ideals of having control over anything else but me.

I am beginning to define the richness that sometimes is buried under regret, fear and anger. 

I am allowing myself creative freedom in my portrait of self.

With Purpose

I walk with purpose, It's clear as can be

There's no fear ahead, the calm sets me free

What was done is the past, I don't live there you may;

Where I am headed I doubt you'll ever find the way

I set you free, I let it go 

What's done is done and I know what you know

I'll do what is best, what is right and what comes next

React as you've always done with fear and regret.

My defenition of Terminated

I did not leave, it was not by choice
You gave me no option, you gave me no voice
You filled the room with lies and hate
It's only your truth that fills up this empty space
Sit and ponder the ideals of what your reap
They are sewn in you soul, and only forgiveness you'll seek
Forgiveness you'll never get, It's not ever going to change
You are the Lion in this attack you chose the player of your game
You chose this path, I walked it clear
I don't have regret, you'll carry the fear
Look down now won't you; Bow your head and say a prayer 
You'll need to every day and night to breakthrough your tainted layer

Bye Bye Bye

Life is so great, it's a sigh of relief

A jig or a dance might be called for but it will be brief

Sing out loud and wish someone the best, while underneath contempt seeds lay to rest

It's OK, I understand; it's not about me, it's about the bigger thing the "MAN" you see

We all want it's accolades, we want the reward

Some of us sell our souls to ugly and some of us just are cold

Some of us smile and laugh 

Some of us filled with glee

What will I do now?,  who cares because I'm free