A few weeks ago I came across my black book. It's a notebook with all my random thoughts, drawings, and poems. As I went through it, I realized that I've stopped expressing myself creatively. Whether it's drawing, brainstorming ideas for scrīpts, or poetry, I've completely blocked it out.
I'm not much of a poet, but I know I like to rhyme. So let's call these rhymZ.
EGO
In this little cirlce we call life,
we all look for meanings that define us right.
The urgency to be a distinguished gentleman,
sometimes can lead to a mistake in judgement.
As men, we work, we eat, and we sleep.
Do we ever take the time out to be "me !?"
The strive for success is now so clouded,
we don't even know if what we are doing is worth it.
Is it for money? Is it for fame?
Is it for others so we can be a name?!
Ego most people will say define us,
But for the most part, it destroys us.
Our soul, our hearts, our minds
Something that use to set us right.
Is now a full moon that can't be seen in the night.
LISTEN
Listen, listen carefully, Listen very carefully,
your heart speaks to you and you only.
To trust it is not a crime but a win,
to ignore it will lead you to a dead end.
Regardless of the moment in question,
you should always choose to accept the mission.
It might be wrong, it might be right,
it will always allow you to sleep at night.
Never fear it , for fear will destroy you.
Embrace it and it will enlighten you.
So listen, listen very carefully,
your heart speaks to you and you only.
This is just one of the many Rhymz that I will be posting. Hope ya'll like it.
Hi My name is Johnny, the "H" is silent.