THE RECKONING OF WASTED YOUTH!

THE RECKONING OF WASTED YOUTH!

The rusty bells of my life’s clock echo with a fading chime
Indeed a self-realization all vanity will soon run out of time
Youthful passionate ignorance of past veiled me with grime
Drinking, partying was the life! Addicted to having a good time

Sweet appealing treasured deceptions of the world bathed me in slime
My worst mistake was taking life for granted by misusing precious time
Made me a star whose short lived glory was as worthless as a shiny dime
For i moved through life believing I could change my fortunes at anytime

Yes I squandered and plundered chances that availed in my prime
I can’t help lamenting and wishing I could rewind the hands of time
Unaware then! Against my future now! I was committing a crime
Sadly no one can recover their lost opportunities or lost time

The most precious thing to have in life is time
Dreams can be shattered by passage of time
Make good use of it, while you still have time
For opportunities lost in the sands of time
Can sire regrets that will last a whole lifetime
Save yourself from the abyss of wasted time

Maybe I could’ve been one of the greats, my achievements sublime
But now I wallow in a sea of regrets that will haunt me for a lifetime
My hope and dreams were like soil needing to be treated with lime
But my blinded sight to chasing worldly pleasures worked overtime

The friends, company I kept, peer pressure were a lethal enzyme
That fed and shared the illusions that had us indulged every time
Instead of nurturing and capitalizing on my ability to write and rhyme
I was ensnared and busy with vices that poisoned the youth of my time

The days of your youth are vital; they offer a healthy and favorable clime
To discover ourselves, for destiny can depend on choices made at that time
So to those still in their youth please listen and learn from this paradigm
Before ruining your lives by doing the same mistakes I did once upon a time

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THE SEED OF CORRUPTION

THE SEED OF CORRUPTION

Truly a very wicked seed
Full of vileness indeed!
From a poisonous weed
Nurtured by human greed
Wherever this vice is freed

It multiplies at great speed
And overwhelmingly exceed
All the good morals we breed
With a foul often selfish need
From malicious fruits of misdeed

Destroyer of dreams
Makes them invalid
Destroyer of society
With a stench so acrid
Destroyer of man
With a bite that’s rabid
Destroyer of a nation
Its growth is rapid
Destroyer of progress
Its roots hard to be rid

Thou i sound like a broken reed
Politically many have disagreed
Yet morally many have agreed
This immoral venom does feed
Our society’s materialistic creed

Nothing good follows this deed
Ignoring or failing to take heed
Only allows such evil to proceed
Making the poor, innocent bleed
While the rich, powerful succeed

Destroyer of dreams
Makes them invalid
Destroyer of society
With a stench so acrid
Destroyer of man
With a bite that’s rabid
Destroyer of a nation
Its growth is rapid
Destroyer of progress
Its roots hard to be rid

Should we wallow in defeat and simply concede?
Silently suffer under the weight of this stampede?
Succumb to impunity and rules that impede?
Down an abysmal despair continue to recede?
If not us then who else do we expect to intercede?

Arise from the stupor of such fraudulent mead
Stand and fight for our integrity to take lead
Take and demand action! It’s futile to beg or plead
Against this evil practice that damningly mislead
For lasting solutions depends on what we knead

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WHAT IS YOUR POISON? THAT IS THE QUESTION!

WHAT IS YOUR POISON? THAT IS THE QUESTION!

Truth is almost every person
Indulges in a form of poison
A sort of self-intoxicating liaison
Forcing them to self-imprison
In their own self-made prison

What is your poison? That is the question!
In this world of sin there is a powerful beacon
Designed to seduce, manipulate, entice and con
Alcohol, drugs, sex, money, power each an icon
Of the beast of temptations, a force to reckon
For the pleasures man treasures always beckon
To our minds, bodies and souls; it stands to reason
Society today is like a sitting duck in hunting season
Against godly morals we have committed treason

What is your poison? That is the question!
Any vile habit we indulge in and fail to chaperon
Becomes a disease, dependence on it a patron
Inhibiting normal function and making a moron
Of all who fall prey to this life destroying baron
From Adam and Eve to Delilah and Samson
History has taught us an important life’s lesson
From the strong to the wise like King Solomon
Having a weakness is a trait man has in common

What is your poison? That is the question!
Human imperfection is a lengthy sermon
Still being a victim of own inner demon
It’s a condition that is hardly uncommon
So no matter the situation you stumble upon
Whether it’s just a weakness or an addiction
Whatever your stance or moral conviction
First step is admitting the problem, a self-confession
Of substance abuse or any unhealthy obsession

What is your poison? That is the question!
That foul habit or pleasure you cannot abandon
Hunger to satisfy its cravings begs not a pardon
That which can also be used as a tool or weapon
To get control of thee with the press of a button
That vice that can turn you into loose cannon
That digs you a hole bigger than the Grand Canyon
For he who is ensnared by such a malicious talon
Can be turned into a criminal element or felon

What is your poison? That is the question!
That can squeeze one so tight like a python
On a rogue spending spree, binge or marathon
Bleeding all your financials dry with its siphon
Darkening the vision or scope of your horizon
To be free of any substance you’re hooked on
It’s a continuous and hard battle to be won
Takes great commitment to slay this dragon
Many who are trying often fall off the wagon

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FAITH AND A FUTURE PROMISE

FAITH AND A FUTURE PROMISE

So was the plight of a good fellow
Leading a life so sweet and mellow
Within! Traffic lights froze on yellow
Inner monsters began to bellow
Biting more than he could swallow
In depression he’s soon to wallow
Goes in too deep from the shallow
His world turns empty and hollow
A profound loneliness set to follow
Dreams nested on a burning willow
Thus pained tears staining his pillow
He suffers life’s blow after blow
Spirits dampen to an all-time low
Hopes sink down, down below
Strength fading and dying slow

Faith is a powerful and radiant glow
That fills with a positively radiant flow
Makes now and today its bow and arrow
Promising a brighter day, a better tomorrow

Circling above him is a black crow
An omen that begets a tomorrow
Filled with great misery and sorrow
So having little or no time to borrow
Amidst despair that continues to grow
Facing great odds stacked up in a row
Uses present time as a stone to throw
Against the ill fate he needs to overthrow
The rock shoots up like a poisoned arrow
Laced with faith to the bone and marrow
From his sad and lonely entombing farrow
Cutting a path so straight and narrow
Striking hopelessness between its brow
A future promise rises from his barrow
“The crow is dead” sings many a sparrow

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A TIME BEFORE THAT IS NO MORE

A TIME BEFORE THAT IS NO MORE

There was a time, now lost in the past
When material possessions came last
Help was provided eagerly and fast
Human kindness spread wide and vast
Modern times would draw appalling aghast
The evil things we do would flabbergast
Because of how bad they pale in contrast

Evil was a despised and shunned outcast
Whether it was sunny or darkly overcast
People were real not a pretending cast
Changing faces like the weather forecast
Man was immune to the materialistic blast
His link with nature was pure and steadfast
Life’s ship had true happiness as its mast

There was a time, but it is no more
When the love and fear of God always came first
Before the love of the earthly pleasures we thirst
There was a time, but it is no more
When loving and caring for one another came first
Before selfish desires became our unquenchable thirst
There was a time, but it is no more
When good morals and true values always came first
Before man’s nature got corrupted by a wicked thirst
There was a time, but it is no more
Before all that was once pure took a turn for the worst

Way before man’s honor turned to dust
When hearts of men were free of lust
Great discipline a trait that was must
People and society were easy to trust
The meaning of life unstained by rust
Man had a wisdom all could entrust
Against winds blowing a wicked gust

Life’s truth undefiled by greed’s thrust
Selfishness and dishonor, were a disgust
To all, humanity was strong and robust
Fellowman used to be very fair and just
Even when circumstances proved unjust
His principled values would never readjust
To shenanigans wanting his morals to adjust

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