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Where Did My Sanity Go?

 

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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

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Notes on a Raindrop…

DSC_0045_01Raindrops exude truth if only we’d take time to see
There’s comfort in the monsoon of our minds
said a third eye as it viewed life thru the eyes of Me
Knowing better yet choosing to bask in the blissfulness
of chaotic dreams turnt reality
while all the while we’ve been painting a canvas to a heart spilt candidly

 

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Web Of Our Existence…Speak Louder, Take Action

DSC_1199Words 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?

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At 127.0.0.1 with a javaHolic…the soapbox

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Early mornings with the blinded masses

misguided by fake smiles and grim laughter

Morning meetings to discuss more meetings

Superficial greetings and self –esteems of those who’ve apparently

undergone all sorts of verbal lashings and terrible beatings…lifetime upon lifetime

 Boost me from all of the madness…is this really what I want?

Emails back and forth about potential sales,

last night’s janitor clearly mistook my software collection for Braille.

Selfish twistories and all sorts of vindictive summaries upon negative glory.

Religious arguments…Wait!  Its 8.a.m. can we all just be friends

Live as people and not animals until the end…or perhaps at least 5pm?

I can tell you this I don’t need the last case of “Mondays” on my file again

Was it the 4 cups of your caffeine, I’ve been clean from nicotine for a while now…oh I get it

 Maybe the long hours and lack of raises again?

My work performance wouldn’t show that my bank account is still low

And on top of the matter by which I do reach social security’s age it will have shattered.

May I cash out now?

May I lash out now?

With a smile and my renunciation I can find my own emancipation…awaiting

Spain…Croatia…perhaps a cozy little corner of Jamaican soil.

Undecided somewhere on an island if you fail to hear anything from me all’s well.

South Coast, Slavonia…nature calls, who needs Dell?

Eggs boiled, catch of the day…my bagel will be fresh, and non-toxic…and you coffee too…then again with so much of that true life around

I probably wouldn’t need any of you.

For now to wake me up and get me through

these Excel spreadsheets, audits, fake rapports,

inventory, presentations, escalations,

blasphemy of all sorts just to do it all again tomorrow.