Draft Day Failure

I was to finish first but I ended last.
The best of the best with no broadcast.
All my Life was built toward this.
Now I just see whirlwinds and twist.
Betrayed by passion which killed desire, it wasn't for fashion because I wanted to do more than what the average person would aspire to do.

My dreams are fading, my vision is no longer what I created.
I worked soo hard for this just to throw away all of my other accomplishments.
I dedicated each day so I can move far from this.
I saw bright lights and smiling pictures.
A celebration that wouldn't end but in the end, I have to find another way to make a means to this end.

Eventually, I felt the cold wind blowing against me.
I thought I had the top spot, I didn't even have the bottom.
I didn't even count.
I did not even amount to a mere mention.
Did I come all this way for nothing?

They're might be other routes but this is what all that hard work was all about.
I'm truly in doubt.
I clearly see people watching a grown man pout and tear.

The table I sit at feels soo empty.
Yes, there are others but this was not my destiny.
I was promised the world at my fingertips. I would have all the jewels and unlimited money clips.
Houses, galore.
Yacts and battleships.
A castle that could house my entire kinship.
Friends and family would've been soo awake.  A prophecy fulfilled, now we can all just chill.

The fact of the matter is I must accept this ball and chain and find the key so I can truly be free.

But there is an advantage to this.

Suddenly, my lack of success brought home the most Love I could ever get.  The people that cared for me saw how hard this hit to the point where they felt it along with me.
Nobody else had to cry but I saw in their eyes how much they sympathized.
The ultimate dream:  shattered
My entire Life belief:  crumbled
The makings of me is just another mark on the green.

I had to find some confidence, so I seeked out a confidant.
My venting building towards a brand new me.  This path I couldn't see because I didn't believe this is how my Life could be.

A defiant walk towards the sea.
I couldn't walk on water but I had to believe.
My goal is still the same but in a different lane.
Not as loud as it use to be and not as fast as it could have been.

Life passes me by.
I watch others with the same fate fall into the deepest slumber.
I couldn't be that because I had a burning desire to feed my hunger.
There was more to it.
This new language, I HAVE TO be fluent.
Show me the hot coal path and you'll see my warpath.
The Rey Lewis ice cold bath is where you'll see me meditate at.
I have a burning desire to not make my dreams fade to black.
At this point, I can't fall back.

The Love in my heart sees only the fury.
The defiance in my head does not even care about the cash and jewlery.
The failure now fuels me.
A anger channeled towards succession.
A sight that's once again in one direction except...

I found if I look at the ground while walking, I will only see a point that's below me but if I look straight forward into the eyes of a man I will see the whole story.

I no longer let the fates control me.
I don't control the future but I am the writer of my story.
My emotions control my feet, my thoughts are where I speak, my Love drives my hands and my spirit defines me as a man.  On my own I can stand.
I am the story of one man but my story is all that I have in my hands.

Summer Love

It was summertime
The trees were out, the flowers had sprout
You were having a bad day but there was something about the way you pout.
I consoled you, selfishly, because deep down I wanted to hold you
We chatted about your day, we came together in a mysterious way, but HEY!!  All is fair in Love and war, right?
One thing led to another next thing you know I was laying on your chest, your bosom felt so soft against my face

My blood cells were in a race against one another.  Maybe it was the heat, maybe I was in heat but my heart kept saying, "Keep going, you got something good."  Maybe this was the feeling I was longing for.

A park, a movie, a show, beautiful weather that gave a cool breeze whenever the winds blowed and like how the trees and flowers blossomed and bloomed, I hope that what we have grows too.

A boxer trains for months for a fight that could last for only a few minutes but how do you prepare for a fight that's spiritual, emotional, physical and plan to make this last into the eternal?

You don't.  You just put your best foot forward, try a few things, make a few things happen, wait and endure to ensure that the passion here is pure and then just watch and see how far that rocket soars.

Love is Love.  We give it, we take it, we get it, we hold it, we mold it, sometimes fold it and save it for another day, sometimes we have to throw it away, sometimes it's just left out in the cold for it to stay until it can find it's own warm place to stay.  Love is Love.

Summer, Winter, Spring, Fall.  All Seasons of Love are beautiful like Doves flying out of its cage.  It can brew hate but Love finds a way that shows you that hate isn't a way you would want to shape your heart.

(There was a story to this right?)

So as our Summer Love grew, we knew we had to find a way to make this move and not remain stagnant in the trenches of soft, gentle eyes, star gazing nights, the most playful fights, 4th of July lights, sharing beautiful sights, I can't tell you what the Love of Christ really is but this Love here felt like the ultimate prize, it would make a mother cry tears of joy.

We marched towards that next step and to each other, we felt indebted.  You gave me something I was looking for and I gave you...  Something but you were happy with that something.  Hopefully, that something could turn into a ring but we might have go through a few more test to see if we both deserve that bling...bling.

The mood always seemed right.  The days and nights it rained...lets just say we knew how to make it rain too ;-)

This might've been born out of a summer Love but you could warm up the coldest winters(the whole 3 months of winter: 70 degrees with you).  Our soft, gentle eyes forever star gazing into each other displaying a very playful fight that could ignite the fire of all those 4th of July lights, sharing each other was our beautiful sight because I saw a Universe in you and my ultimate prize would be to make you a mother that would never cry.

Wishful thinking but kiss me and that'll tell you everything.  Kiss me and you'll know your my everything, kiss me and even if your Love can kill me, FUCK IT!!!!  KILL ME SO I DIE HAPPY!!!!!; Dashboard Confessional bars

Sunrise and sunset, where it begins and ends I don't know but our memories have already been set.  Can't hold on to everything but you I wouldn't mind holding on to physically, emotionally and/or spiritually.  Great things that can't last are always remembered but a memory of you in my past is a strong contender for my brain.  And I think you won that bout the first day we met...  Now kiss me dearly and freely until you feel you've had enough of me because I'm the one in Love. You won and I don't mind giving up that fight. :-)