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| ISBN-13: | 9781504925204 |
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| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication date: | 08/04/2015 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 50 |
| File size: | 429 KB |
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I Am the Wind
By C. V. Mason
AuthorHouse
Copyright © 2015 Cameron MasonAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5049-2519-8
CHAPTER 1
I am the Wind
I can be the gentle breeze across your face
I can be the furious wind blowing all over the place
I can be the nonchalant wind that blows around
Or I can be the tornado that destroys your town
Just Like the Wind
I've blown from place to place
I've been from happy to sad
From scared to mad
But now I fear nothing, but blood and sweat
For no battle has been won without getting wet
Nerves don't seem to reach me
My thoughts remain free
All my dreams have left the shore
And If I want something I can buy it from the store
What lies inside,
Is what lies inside.
For those who know no bounds
Can be sent to the hounds
I have no reason to care
But I feel like I should be fair
When I lose I feel like I win
And when I win it feels like the end
Like I have found my pique
But now I see
I never really cared
My True Strength
I can show you the strength of the wind
Really is from beginning to end.
I'll show you just how pompous
And clearly portentous
You really are.
Close your eyes because you are about to crash into the stars.
I rock and shake the water
Causing the hurricanes around your corner
You better watch your back.
For my anger can split all of your cracks
From image to personal morality
Even now I see you being pushed into the vexing insanity
Death only comes once
Careful my wind is amongst
Your embarrassing life
Because I'm about to end this miserable strife
I'm getting ready to spin out of control
The twister is turning into a tornado
One that would obliterate your every existence
To everyone else it will just seem like a coincidence
Here I go
My wind has just broken its flow
It is now tainted
Your blood is all that remained
I Don't Understand ...
I don't understand why
mountains are so high
Why obstacles impede
Why the just die
But most of all
Why memories deplete
Why pain is so agonizing
Why truth cowers before fear
What I understand most is
Why people can overcome
Why fear is weak
And why people speak
I Believe ...
I believe that hard-work can
overcome talent
That lies are just bent truths
That people can change
That a king can kneel before
a peasant
That promises are close to an
oath
That conviction provokes
revenge
And that love cures all
sickness
Just Because ...
Just because I don't know who I am
Doesn't mean I don't love myself
Doesn't mean that I don't care
Doesn't mean that I'm not trying my best
It means I'm in high school
Searching for my IDENTITY
I am Just a Pawn
This place
I laid waste
Upon
Now my mission is done
What was the reason?
Because if I didn't, it would
be treason
My power
Is what they're after
Yet I am a pawn
I need to stay calm
My sole purpose is to end
the war
And settle the score
Controlled by my leader
I have no power over this
ruler
Everyone's searching for me
All I want is to be set free
So that the next time I open
my eyes
I have no need to worry why
I did this
It is my last and only wish
But freedom isn't a given
It is earned through thick
and thin
So now I dig deep within
And find what truths lay
beyond my skin
As a Child ...
As a child I learned to bite my tongue
As a child I learned to respect my elders
As a child I learned to not judge others
As a child I was a victim of name calling
As a child I was a victim of loneliness
As a child I was a victim of racism
As a young man I learned to defend myself
As a young man I learned to lead
As a young man I learned to be myself
As a young man I was a victim of kindness
As a young man I was a victim of gratuity
As a young man I was a victim of respect
And as a boy I learned to become a man
My Tiny Little Screen
What is it that makes me feel so warm?
So warm, even when I'm freezing?
My teeth are chattering with the silent chill
of a cold and dark world.
Fearing that temptations will reach me,
I hide, locked away in front of a screen.
Hoping my words will reach the outside.
As I hold on to broken pieces of the
same record that broke me,
I remain caught in a never-ending
succession of a paradox-like cycle.
Clinging to the same memories
that brought me joy,
but also so much pain.
I want to stay modest but fear the unknown.
I fear being tested by
envy, lust, gluttony, pride, wrath, sloth, greed.
But hiding away only seems test me as well.
My intentions are good, but my actions wrong.
Sloth is the essence of my very being.
Being that I must remain
in front of this tiny little screen ...
As I continue to search
For the very reason for my warmth,
I notice that it was there all along.
In front of me,
In front of this very little screen.
It was the girl I was always staring at,
on my tiny screen.
It was love,
the word that cuddled my very being.
It was the person
on the other side of the screen,
she held all the cards.
All the cards that I could have ever played.
Now, I'll never fear being alone ever again.
As long as I have this little screen.
Keys to the Kingdom
Do I have what it takes to get into the Kingdom
I'm over here hiding the gates,
While I continue looking for the keys
Do I have what it takes to make it to the Kingdom?
Are my actions and my intentions good?
Is it my conscience that needs clarity?
Or am I searching in the wrong places?
Do I have what it takes to make it to the Kingdom?
When I do right by family,
does it put me any closer to find the keys?
Is giving up all of my material things
and looking to the sky for purity not enough?
Do I have what it takes to make it to the Kingdom?
Getting down on my knees praying for peace,
peace of mind in this God Forsaken world,
and looking for love in all the wrong places
Is it enough to have what it takes to make it to the Kingdom?
I am but a man that thinks he needs love.
Just now I realize there was only one love,
that I truly needed, God's.
Do I have what it takes to make it to the Kingdom?
Maybe that's all I wanted all along.
Knowing it will give me peace enough to rest,
to rest my weary eyes, that droop with
sorrowful lies.
Please Jesus, Tell me,
Do I have what it takes to make it the Kingdom?
Erasing
Blank pages.
New memories.
Different Stages.
New paths,
Different seasons.
Slow and fast,
Life continues to pass
Into a lull of its former self.
Of its former brilliance.
Of its former happiness.
Of its former hopes
And of its dreams.
As life continues,
Our futures had
Finally changed.
Colors aren't the same.
Scents aren't the same.
But forgetting her,
Could never stop the pain.
See you again
As the pain drips
Down the walls.
I'll never forget the solemn
Fear of being alone.
Or the great memories.
That oozed from my window pane.
It's like a perfect portrait.
One that is filled with joy.
It's been a long time
Since the beginning.
Since the day we first shook hands.
I knew right then and there,
We would be friends.
Today I went from hell and back,
To find out that I needed you.
Seems like it's too late.
There are so many things
I want to share with you.
But, I guess, I'll tell you
When I see you again.
The City
Looking at the city
Makes me feel like someone's
Watching my every move.
It's like looking in a mirror.
That's filled with never ending sorrow
And never ending mediocrity.
Where in the bowels of the slums
Can I find my own worth?
It's as transparent as a niche.
Finding should be easy like looking for a stoplight.
But where, o where in this city can I find myself?
The self that doesn't stare deeply into the city lights
And feels like it can find something worth searching for.
Finding myself in a sea full of cars or lurking between the
skyscrapers.
Where is the hope, the love?
Oh, maybe one can always get lost in the city.
Beautiful
It's beautiful
To be different.
And daring.
It's dark.
It's deep.
It's beautiful
Being this way.
Being on the other side
Of the norm.
It's beautiful
To feel the way I do.
Comfortable in me,
That's what I like to see.
It's beautiful being engulfed
In the warm allure of it all.
Teach Me
I want to love you.
But, I don't know how.
Teach me to love you.
Whether it's a customary kiss,
Or the infatuation
Involved with bliss.
Whether it's a gentle massage,
Or deep rub.
Just send me a message.
Whether it's breakfast in the morning
Or dinner at night.
No matter how daunting,
Teach me the way you want me to love you.
Get Away
Why are we so fearful of the unknown?
Why are we so bound to groups
And ties that are overgrown?
I came here to rewrite the design
That was created from the mind
And embodied from the soul.
That was at least my original goal.
Can I make you change your mind?
When everything is said and done
Nah you are blind,
To what I can see,
The bigger picture
Without a me
And without a you.
But, that seems to be all I can do.
Seeing visions of the future,
Destroyed by the present torture.
So I tell them all just to get away,
Get away-
From me.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
I am the Wind, 1,Just Like the Wind, 2,
My True Strength, 4,
I Don't Understand, 6,
I Believe ..., 7,
Just Because ..., 8,
I am Just a Pawn, 9,
As a Child ..., 10,
My Tiny Little Screen, 12,
Keys to the Kingdom, 15,
Erasing, 17,
See you again, 19,
The City, 21,
Beautiful, 22,
Teach Me, 23,
Get Away, 24,
Buried Alive, 26,
The Soulless Bond, 28,
Love?, 29,
To the woman who truly understands me, 31,
About the Author, 33,