Fighting the "Black"

Hey! Hello! Fan’O Music,
Get up !!!
Be Energetic!
Come on now,
Got to leave this somehow,
Pour your heart now,
Coz later …….would have no time..
To recall it all anyhow.

I wanted one,
With whom could have fun,
Would loved to have it done,
And avoided feeling a moron.

They tried to make a show,
Of the attitude they grow,
But all you blockhead fellow,
Yet do not you know,
There’s still a lot I got to show,
And more than that for sure can I grow,
…..As I have got a backbone stronger than yours…

They’re all grown a dolt,
In the heads, got screws and bolt,
They fail to see the brighter, bigger side,
That every coin has another side,
One, that in me, is bonafide,
Many as such has still to come….
With the passing tide.

“My” is the content of their soul,
Outward they let its opposite show,
All preserve their personal ego,
And constantly lurk for the time to show,
Forget do they in their flow,
They’re, with this, almost nowhere to go.

Those freaks say “it harms”,
Even when its mine, they raise an alarm,
In oil and spice do they find the charm,
God!!! They live like “in a farm”.

They think they got it,
And the rest are none to mind,
They feel am the one to linger,
About them all my life,
But couldn’t they be more mistaken,
For themselves possess nothing inside.

When in my heart they got no seat,
They laughed me out,
For I was not them,
But here….when is a feast,
They’re trying to push me out,
For they feel in me there is no gem.

Somethings never change,
Somethings I never forget,
Somethings they won’t change,
And somethings I won’t let change.
Hmmmm……so nothing’s gonna change?????
……………………………………..
But! I’ll change this “No-Change”.

You got to do it all now,
For you have to get ém all – “wow”,
All you thought of then,
Just now here you pen,
T’will help you remember,
The opportunities now to plunder.

What they believe,
Of me, won’t they ever see,
But would receive,
What I wanted them to see.

I do it now for my own,
All and on my own,
With support of my own,
To fulfill the dream,
One which, to my heart, myself have shown.

Your goals are a demanding affair,
Hmmm….
Sooo….Let all be passé…and prepare.

I am Me

I wish to love myself,
I want to be myself,
So timing the time the first time,
And dream to hit the bull’s eye,
Before… off the hands it passes by.

Humanity scores it right,
Society condemns it wrong,
So I felt to decide,
Before its too long,
What me, myself & I want.

Trying to push past the pain,
Sticking to it would lead me insane,
Can’t afford more efforts in vain.
Gotta focus on the goal……one that’s main,
I do now realize…. your “promising” brain,
Which, no way…can else drain.

All you need is time,
Till you’re ripe with skill,
That’s enough to make for yourself a time,
When “no disturbing” would be the bill,
In dozens yours would be such as Bondel,
And trust me!....millions, for you, would kill.

The passion to prove myself,
To prove the righteousness,
Many of which with I have grown,
Is all being proven,
When of the Self, have I taken hold.

It’s been enough of it,
Enough of waiting-for-it,
It’s time now to move,
For delay….there is no room,
Coz this is the time …….ONCE in a blue moon.

I got a little swayed,
I do that agree,
But not was that for nothing good,
Instead taught me – “When, how, and why be free?”,
By god, and thus keeps going my spree.

I tell the self from earned experience,
When you have the confidence,
And desire to make feel your presence,
Keep pressing for prominence,
Ever spreading your fragrance,
And that my dear….. needs perseverance; with patience.

Work your mind out,
And bring your heart out,
Sow the seeds you want to sprout,
Something world would miss and can’t do without.

I feel my tree grow,
Though slow may be the rate,
But, for now, matters is the flow,
That’s nowhere now astray to go,
Since in my hands I’ve got the fate.

Ink and sheet be my friend,
With that my life…”am” gonna mend,
The rules are now sure to bend,
Coz the darkness is….undeniably…not far to end.

There might be millions like me,
And I know there are many like me,
Even better than me,
Still above all…….matters to me,
Is that ...…“I am Me”.