Where You Left Me….

Where you left me is where you will find me, like a boulder at sea…
Though the winds try to sway me and the waves crash against me…
I remain steady and firm waiting for you to come back to me.
As sure as the sun will rise tomorrow, where you left me is where you will find me.

If I had to choose between my earthly possessions and you, I’d be broke forever…
I would be sheltered from the rains of sorrow, I would drink from an overflowing cup of happiness and joy…
I would feast for eternity from the fruits of unconditional love…
Then, surely, looking at all of this I am far wealthier than I ever was.

Where you left me is where you will find me, now and forever more…
When this world gets too cold and bitter, I’ll have your back and whisper sweet nothings into your ear…

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The Mark of A Champion, Birth of A King!

What makes you a winner?

What makes you a champion?

Do we look at what you have?

Do we look at your friends and companions?

 

Do we look at the designer labels?

Do we look at the German vehicles?

Do we compare the digits in the bank?

Do we count the number of trips overseas?

 

How about your history, look at the past…

How did you get here? What have you been through?

Have you ever lost it all, not even a bite to eat?

Have you ever fought back tears as your heart continues to bleed?

 

When I have nothing, will you accept me or look at me with disgust?

Will you still respect me or will the money change you?

Are you willing to win at all cost no matter who you hurt?

How you treat people around you is what matters most.

 

Difference between us? I would sacrifice the very clothes on my back

As a winner, thinking of number 1, instead of helping you take a step back

You are a winner, a conqueror, a slayer of men

I am a king, a servant, a natural leader of men

 

What is mine is theirs, I love them dearly

Their time belongs to you, you do not even appreciate it

So, be careful at the top because that is where you will hang from

Success is not a faithful girlfriend once you make it

 

So be a King, a champion of the people

Treat people right, study the game so that you can master it

Be a King, a leader

Be a winner, a champion of the people.

What Is Your Why? (Dying a Slow Death)

Every day when you wake up, why do you do it?

Every day when you breathe you die a slow death.

They say “Don’t drink, don’t smoke it’s bad for your health.”

But when the stress and pressure drain your life force, can you feel it?

 

You jump out of bed before you are fully rested, not enough sleep.

You work hard hoping that you will be noticed and move up the ladder.

Someone else’s ladder built for their own wealth and to be rich.

Caught in a hamster wheel secretly wishing you were an undelivered letter from God so you can be sent back to sender.

 

Cleaning your revolver at home, bullets on the table.

You hear the “click” of the hammer dropping as you pull the trigger.

The chamber is empty, now you wonder if you are truly mentally stable.

You drift off to sleep as thoughts of a better tomorrow continue to linger.

 

But, you see, God is great and works in His own time.

He has decided that your time has come and now you can move mountains.

He says to you “Rise up my child, claim your royal birth right and drink from the success fountains.

I have given you all the tools to conquer this sick world, it is all in your mind.”

 

So you wake up the next day like a starving lion ready to devour the opposition.

Like a train with no brakes you are unstoppable, getting up after every knockdown.

The world tries to keep you down 99 times, but you get up and rise one hundred.

When things get better it is so unbelievable. You wonder what is real and what‘s fiction.

 

So, when you know the “WHY”, you will pave the path.

You will be resurrected daily like the sun that brightens the day.

So, do not be troubled if you do not know the History of Math

The most important thing is what you get and give when you pray.

I Think…

I think I am guilty…

I think I am guilty of investing too much.

Guilty of giving the best of me,

Guilty of why we are now so out of touch.

I think I am guilty,

I think I am guilty of letting the fires burn,

Incinerating all hopes of us and what was our beauty.

Ashes to ashes, our bond living within an urn.

I think, in the most ideal reality of life,

Mistakes made and words not said would be forgiven,

Acknowledging that we are imperfect and often blind,

Blind to the gifts of life, so we let it affect our feeling.

I am guilty of breaking such a precious connection.

I let the realities of life warp what was built

Now I am watching the credits as this movie comes to an ending,

But we control life, so let us put the pieces together and rebuild it.

O