In the room of my mind
there are one thousand windows,
but only one door.
That have pictures of the past and present
hanging down from the ceiling
down to the floor.

But before I could even put pen to paper,
my words were already made.
I write from my heart,
so I guess this makes me brave.

My words will never take a break,
cause my mind is always awake.

So there is no need to be scared
of the words that my heart makes,
because I write with such heart and passion,
that my pen bleeds red.

Even some of my words
go without being said.

Yes I’m going to make small
and some big mistakes,
but this doesn’t decide my fate.

I know my thoughts
could be considered a form of a risk.

Because depending on what day it is,
will determine how I handle my biz.

The unresolved pain that rages inside of you,
is like a fire without flames.
It’s your invisible hurts,
that gives fuel to these flames.

These types of pains
can effect men in so many different ways,
that some men want to lock up their pain in chains,
and hide their shame in shallow graves.

This fire is so deeply hidden from the natural eyes,
not even a down pouring of rain
can penetrate the smoldering flames
hidden deep inside.

Our minds can sometimes feel
like a molten volcanic cave,
that cannot be contained.
It leaves us one pain away,
from being in full blown flames.

By bearing this pain,
and not exposing these flames.
We are only left with guilt and shame.

But the only way to extinguish this fire inside .
Is to lay a side all our pride,
and to also stop believing
the worlds hidden lies ,
that say real men don’t cry.

When I look out the window of my mind.
I would see the same sights,
and the same frights.

But there was something
about this particular night.
I was thinking,
this might be my night.

Because on this night,
the stars were extra bright
underneath extreme moonlight,
with the slightest touch of fright,

I then got on stage to recite.
So I broke the ice
by telling a joke
to ease my stage right.

I then reminded my mind,
that God is the reason I write.
Its His eyes thats givin me sight
to write.

He is the one in control
and drives.

When fear is running down into my eyes.
I just need to breath,
and trust God
that my words will come out right.
So my words won’t cause a senseless fight .

Yes tonight
I got some loud and silent boo’s,
but thats quite alright.
I’m always going to write
and recite
so if they don’t like what I write.

I don’t care ,
cause to me their words
don’t have any sound or sight .

In the very beginning
theses words sound so sweet and innocent,
like a dove that was sent from up above.

You so desperately try to over prove yourself
by acting all tuff,by showing off your muscles
and broadcasting that your all buff.

But then you get so annoyed
when someone pops your bubble
and calls your bluff.

When you panic,
you just start saying things that aren’t true,
because your embarrassed
of what people might think of you.

And when you say the words “Baby I love you.”
Now they don’t believe or trust you.

You lie so much,
your own words
don’t even believe you,
or recognize you any more.
Their like “who are you?
I don’t know you.”

Even the man in the mirror
doesn’t want to face you.

So now the man in the mirror
puts a picture of you on a sign .
For all the women to see, that now reads.”

TO BEWARE OF YOU”

When you walk into this room
people are clapping without making a sound
and their heads facing the ground .

The peoples words our loud and without sound.
It’s as if hate has their mouths bound.
Even though their looking at you,
they’re doing this
without facing you.

This is absolutely rude,crude,
and they make you feel so displaced,
they won’t even show you a drop of grace
because of your race,
and the skin on your face.

It doesn’t matter what good you do,
they’ll always find fault
in anything and everything that you do.
So you desperately try to prove,
what’s really true about you.