Crazy Drazy Poets

Brave hearts with lights revolving around their destinies, Destined to be giants who will lead tomorrow into victory, living in subtle ways of wealth and fulfillment, to death they pray to be the head and not the tail, the more they try, the more they failed but still they stayed.  To the end troubles they persevered of death and of sorrow, the static nature of cruelty on the lane to their expectations so severe and gruesome to bare some fell and some held on to the end. Coming from the slums where they all began, with bright smiles on faces of poor kids with no iota of truth spoken to them while they grew, all they knew was just the love and cruelty of folks who pass down their own experiences down to their generations without realizing that the world evolves steady and only they who evolve with the world make it to the end. They who made it made it out of the slums, where left with choices of different vices to choose from populating the correctional facilities instead of schools...

 We rise from Adam with the thoughts of ruling our world not our folks, The negligence of our folks we pray not to repeat, but we lack the wisdom of how to go about it so we fall hard, Crippling the very hearts that has made breath a free gift to you. In an attempt to reevaluate the life our folks lived, we get strapped to our youthful self discovery and endanger our future without realizing what our actions meant in past,  creating injuries in the hearts of they who are ready to bleed for us without knowing it is what is. A foolish child brings sorrow they say, but sometimes a foolish one is the luck of a society. Depends on what foolish you decide to  play though. Part. 1.

  Mistakes and miracles This happened to me personally. As I grew older as a youth I never thought I was sometimes wrong, I thought I was always right. Not until I made one simple but fatal mistake I will leave to regret for the remaining days of my life. So it happened when I was growing up when my parents will say to me a certain thing is wrong and I will feel dey don't want me to try it because they have done it before yes but was it a safe road to trade? I became addicted to smoking marijuana and cigarettes at an early stage of my life and my parents never found out not until I could no more control the urge I have for it. Day by day my attitude to my parents started changing gradually and without brake. I had the wrong set of friends, we never had a time to tell ourselves what tomorrow's gonna be like. We became wild and fighting became part of our daily routine. But later when I started realizing the road I was trailing was not really going to go well with my friends...

  DROPLETS OF TERROR ON YOUR WAY TO SUCCESS It's starts with a wild wind flipping the windows like pages of a judgment book with souls gnashing for mercy, Crippling sounds of souls reminiscent of their deeds, Terror! in the hearts of they that calls for thunder trampling on innocent souls made to see their ends at a very soon time. Verily all man must meet his end in all manners made naturally or self inflicted, But no man preys (prays) to end bad or never the less leave in torment inscribed on his regalia, The mountains that leads to success's full of thorns (turns) that miss or lead (mislead) you to your self discovery and disaster but mind the heads you have to step on and the fits (feet)you had to step on your way up, because they might be connect to the broken hearts you starved of love on your way down, thunder will be your nitrogen gass on as your go heads down into a dungeon filled with angry vampires that suck your stars out living you with not even a glow to hope...

  Dark is the descriptions of love in the days of the old folks, though strongly it wields it's sword to protect it's love from wolves who linger In sheep clothing to disperse and devour their prey day or night. Love that strengthens does not kiss all day long, but affection fills the heart with bleeding tears of joy. Love that cares does not say "I love you everyday, but strong are the hearts involved, because the rewards are always happiness and joy. Fervently they hold each other with strings strong as the whiskers of a dragon though unseen by eyes but felt by the soul, with courage they add value to each other and like puppies they play with each other sometimes angrily but with the spark of love they laugh again. Dark hearts in love hardly they go their parts and hardly in tears for lost because trust carries them in one boat, to the rhythm of the flow of the ocean they live whether not happily ever after, but together they live forever. The hearts became one out ...

  Fears of expectations The fears of every existence(humans) are their much dilution in their expectations. Restlessly it thrives to want to meet up with the competitions of the society It leaves in and make sure every member of its family go through those rules guiding them. To make those decisions in life we tend to lean towards one part that may just be you alone standing on your lane with no one else around you even with those you called family. To right some wrongs may be too late because "the tree which was left untamed grew into a Log" so bending the rules of love becomes a karma that you ignored when that tree was just a seedling. In the beginning, the expectations are to make every single existence a symbol of greatness for the society and not to the society. Forgetting that you have been promised and vow to of the heavens that are created by their own very thoughts which has been created by greed. The expendables of life are far more hard to beat at a run, though...