May 1, 2025 by A*Manswell - 0 comments

Today’s Passion…Tomorrow’s Pain

Patiently waiting yet time knows best

drifting away in those thoughts of an escape just to take away the stress

anxious as the clock ticks, although sitting on those jittery hands would probably be best

Life’s tests, the ebbs and flows, ups and downs…we’ve heard them all before

And the only guarantee is yup…I’ve seen exactly what’s in store

Am I restraining the wild child inside or it just my soul trying to endure just a little bit more of…

Todays Passion…knowing that it only leads thru the vestibule of tomorrow’s pain

The wind blowing East ripples the essence of your breast

Absence of your text reflects a thirst for your intellect, opinions, and gestures of your reception

Bathing your aura in laughter there’s no doubt how we’ve come this far in depth

Can we smile anymore not fret on the gloom or become saturated in the galore

Down that road we travel again at a cross of what’s right and what’s sane

without a shadow of doubt knowing….Today’s Passion, Tomorrow’s Pain….

…to be continued

March 18, 2015 by A*Manswell - 0 comments

Essential Freedom (A Slave To Time)

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“Blessed To Move” by AMansWell

I’m only a slave to time and if I could find it I’ll prove it to you

See today through to another, since the first out of the womb

In this life or the next maybe in ancient codes, or texts amidst darkened tombs

There is no way to escape it

Please don’t fret this is no complaint…I’m grateful for the insane

I mean unseen… kaleidoscopic daydreams and places I’ve went

That of which I am…plus some of which I ‘ain’t

In the flesh ridden physical, mental or clinical…blissful wishes and heartfelt sentiments

We are all slaves in time

Waking up means there’s a chance to do it again and if I don’t win

life’s focus would see making actions transpire and manifest to something come true

What must I do, when the day goes bored

I’m only a slave to time anyway

if I get a moment should I be guzzled in the fuss of petty lusts

knowing there is a soul mate that life says is destined for me

I’m only a slave to time

To ask me to demoralize, chastise, patronize, or simply sit aside

Is something I simply can’t abide

My master tells me it requires some action, maybe a little laughter

Pain in the book of life always seems to comes some point in the chapter

But its okay, everything succumbs to your presence anyway

Every second ticking by… reminding us of our fate

And if it doesn’t seem to go your way…just wait

Wearing you on our wrists, Quality you

Ripened in our minds to move faster and hurry hurry

Late for an appointment you missed it, setting times and dates just to marry

Letting it slip us by we feel beat…40 complete to close out another week

Sometimes I want to say no but without it I wouldn’t eat

Bonuses don’t balance out to all of those wasted hours in meetings you see

Don’t be confused just be…

Use it, don’t lose it

And if the opportunity comes it’s best not refuse it

There is no rewind in life

Just to say let it be mine would be absurd

It’s all in our mind as it stands over matter

But those delusions of grandeur need no thrive

We’re all slaves to time as long as we’re alive…

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September 23, 2014 by A*Manswell - 1 Comment

Where Did My Sanity Go?

So I was having a good time then I realized I was all alone
Who told my sanity to leave or go home?
I mean he was the only friend I had in this world so cold
And when my motivation loses focus, my sanity says be bold
Damn…why did someone insult my mind to influence a departure
Of the only thing there as my friend, comrade, allowing me to be an author
When the pen hits the pad or the keystrokes equal something riveting
I feel good, but without it…my well-being is inhibited.

Who in the hell told my sanity to leave….Damn You!!!!
I can’t even be mad, when I don’t know who to gear my anger towards
You don’t understand my sanity keeps me cool when I wanna act a fool
My sanity sad no when I was considering shit that would have caused harm to me and you
My sanity keeps me kosher, when I say I’m going crazy cause I haven’t seen the smile on my daughter’s face
My sanity says let it go, when I’m thinking of lost loves my mind has yet to erase
Its sanity that keeps us sane, but if you haven’t lost it and its still crazy
Who should you blame?

Somebody tell me…..Where in the hell did my sanity go?

My sanity, man…I tell you sometimes he can be so rude
If he was leaving, common courtesy would have said let me know what he’s going to do
I calmly hit him on the jack……Please come back

So sanity you just gon’ leave and not even give me a heads up?

I know it’s crazy, but with or without you..I refuse to be lackadaisical
Sanity, you left me… without letting me know or even asking for permission
Whether I can continue without you…..guess that’s my decision.

Where in the hell did my sanity go?

Finding you has become the ultimate mission

September 22, 2014 by A*Manswell - 0 comments

“The Wolves”

My dealings have been dominating my destiny

While my mind has been running in the wind

And if these thoughts grind til a million pieces

That’ll prove whose truly of wolves or mere men

They say we were born in sin

Voices tell me we were put here to win

If life tends to end in anything otherwise

It was none of right or wrong

but only one ourselves who had decided

Must we replay the script, change the stage masked with another

and If you have to play the game this time do it like no other

Rifled in spirit yet trifled in heart the coldness of a soul

Has never been left in the cold…funny ain’t it.

Call me crazy…until you ask why?

And if mine does return to the pleasures of the east

Matters of the least standby

Sheep left hanging we can only ‘prey’ they stand clear

Just know the wolves saw it coming

And it was that bird’s eye view that controlled the lift and held steer

July 28, 2014 by A*Manswell - 0 comments

We Made It Through Monday

If I could quickly transform these thought waves to patterns, I’d probably be somewhere orbiting next to Saturn,

or swimming in an ocean of my own free will amidst lost emotions…

contemplating my destiny next to a fork in the road of fiery notions

Here comes the Yellow Brick Road…Karma is like that sometimes

Perhaps the crossroads of my soul carry a touch to a game thats long been sold

But it ain’t no hearts I’m after…broke a few of my own,

been living life as such since the day I left home

I’d much rather bury a hatchet than a casket but sometimes we just miss the signs

flag on the play and we just get left behind

It’s Heaven we’re all after but sometimes just forget to unwind

My image may not be the same as yours but we all deserve to enjoy quality time.

July 24, 2014 by A*Manswell - 2 Comments

High Notes of A Melodic Flow…

Her melody sways with the curvature of her hips,
Embellishing the silhouette of her lips.
It’s something about that masterpiece type vibe,
Similar to the Symphony 9…she has a Melodic Flow.
Cascading thru the Jones of my bones, I can’t seem
to stay focused,
For every time she walks by… the clef notes of my heart seem to notice.
She has a Melodic Flow….let me know when you ready
for me to record.
We can play the C scale as I find your G spot,
As the rhythm of our bodies play non-stop.
Girl….you got that Melodic Flow…should I start off slow,
Or fast forward to the end, press rewind and do it
all over again.
The way her smile seems to collide with mine, as her notes keep me high.
She has a Melodic Flow…baby flow on…let me know if
I need to record.
It’s just something special when we’re both on the
same accord.

January 23, 2014 by A*Manswell - 10 Comments

Web Of Our Existence…Speak Louder, Take Action

Words that are never heard seem to mean the most
Only because it is a reflection of life’s pivot on a scale of Hope emancipated by true Justice
Visions of unity assimilated by gladness is only a foundation of the competition and madness
Who knows what it holds in this web of existence as we walk frailly through the doorway of faith
Many times we fail to see truth simple because we’ve missed it
Other times the distractions of shadow games, blind thoughts, and misguided factions cause us to simply resist it
Yet amongst these actions, how can one define speaking louder than words?
Funny that all we’ve strived for still seems to end up scuffed and unheard
More burdens, no laughter…Another day, another chapter… through the rubble we maintain focus…in Life’s book
Only the wise will realize wishing and waiting does nothing
Is it the evil within ourselves that has scathed myopic views and trivial pursuits
Or perhaps it is our own darkness tucked away deep down in memories that we rebuke?