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Flight of the Butterfly

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How can I begin my flight if I am afraid to fly

How can i expect to spread my wings If I don't become one with the open sky

I close my eyes and I visualize it I convince myself that Im going to try

Then fear and phobia begin to set in A fear deeper than words can describe

I could pop a few anxiety pills I could get a doctor to prescribe

I could drown out reality of my personality I could call up my dealer and go get high

However that does not cure me It just further detours me Impairs my vision and insecurity

Farther from even having the desire to try...

I Can Never Forget That ,Even if my image depicts that ,Im not a pilot, Im not a bird, I am a butterfly

I cannot change the weather But I can get myself together go and look my fears in the eyes

See the pilot was once only a student, as the bird was just an egg yet a caterpillar is stuck struggling inside

The pilot pursues aeronautical knowledge the bird was taught by others

Yet the caterpillar has no idea ,noone to show it how it is to survive

It is lost with only intuition and instinct its only ability is to try to decide

It has to go through trial and error metamorphosis seems to take forever

Some even say it is impossible for it to take on another form of life

However through trial and tribulations some confinement and some isolation

The caterpillar assessed the situation looked inside and figured out how to fly

Its instincts put it in the right position It broke out of its temporary prison

Changed entire perception of resistance....

That is how it comes to survive and thrive-

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY halfblacksheep1

Hello Beloved

Hello beloved...by many you are hated

Historically abhorringly robbed of history being properly dated

Intellectual property is such crockery Ill say it

Unfairly taxed an undue evil with nothing prorated

We waited and waited until we realized we were being baited

Unflattered by your imitation attempts not up to be debated

Elated by the bond we shared as stock

Fear of flying and afraid to even leave from the flock

Trust we knew are actions were unjust but still just a must

Every chance we would get to enhance some s**t

We be with it b/c its gritty and we tired of dancing with

The devil on another level claiming to be all mighty God

Struck by the rod on our bare bods only acknowledged by a nod

A mere facade to ever face freedom, feeling rather foolish

Making an a$$ of ourselves, all gassed up and acting mulish

Our sanity in t...

Peace & Blessings

Every lesson learned comes with what I earned

Knowledge builds wisdom but sometimes bridges still get burned

Water under that same bridge wishing you nothing but the best

Time is just a test letting it go laying it all to rest

Choosing my battles includes understanding I may lose

Putting self first walking away without a scar nor bruise

But even if the heart breaks its still beautiful in my eyes

Hurting precedes healing in this drama trauma filled life

Even when the pain runs deep please finish the race

It takes practice to become the person winning first place

Last is not least as long as you leave with a trophy or token

Some of the loudest words are left unwritten and unspoken

Actions speak louder than words so no saying I love u its showing

Each lesson learned brings peace by way of changing and growing

Section 8

Our sections great

Seems like poverty is this sections fate

And even though its filled with hate

I love it here

Flight of the Butterfly

How can I begin my flight if I am afraid to fly

How can i expect to spread my wings If I don't become one with the open sky

I close my eyes and I visualize it I convince myself that Im going to try

Then fear and phobia begin to set in A fear deeper than words can describe

I could pop a few anxiety pills I could get a doctor to prescribe

I could drown out reality of my personality I could call up my dealer and go get high

However that does not cure me It just further detours me Impairs my vision and insecurity

Farther from even having the desire to try...

I Can Never Forget That ,Even if my image depicts that ,Im not a pilot, Im not a bird, I am a butterfly

I cannot change the weather But I can get myself together go and look my fears in the eyes

See the pilot was once only a student, as the bird was just an egg yet a caterpillar is stuck strugglin...

I'm feeling him

Once upon a time... There was this Sun that shined He was so defiant and well defined Like a Deity of his own design His Chakras were all aligned And Sun rose above a life of crime He harbored an air of authenticity That is rare and simply hard to find Sun remains one of the real ones, That didnt drop not one dime Instead he took it like a man and served the court ordered allotted time Sun rises and Sun shines to any occcasion He is manifestation of Love A complex,conscious, creative creation Sun is the brightest one in the sky Here to shed his light on his Nation... Sun's Dedication

These Wings

I only spread them for the deserving

The mere thought of it is seductively unnerving

For the one that gets to see these wings

He or she will be my everything

Its not that I am afraid to fly

Doesnt have a thing to do with being shy

Its because I love the way that they lie

That I need to know the truth

The difference between midnight and noon

Explains the utter complexity of my cacoon

If I were to spread my wings any moment to soon

It might not be as beautiful....

True Colors

Them colors you’re wearing sure are true

They’re ugly and they do not look good on you

That’s my word that is one absurd outfit

It’s colored a distinct hue of bull

Every time I see you rocking that designer

I think of smacking the out the supplier

That should really be ashamed of himself

Wearing them genes that show hishe needs a new belt

Let me tell you about one of my fashion pet peeves

A man with too much pride to wear his heart on his sleeve

So enlighten me what does this man bring to the table?

Head to toe he’s covered in white male designer labels

But claims that he’s the truth I need to see more proof

He promotes their product when he’s rapping in the booth

The most expensive pair of J’s on his feet match the 24k gold in his teeth

His clothes hot as fire but his heart is cold ...

Flight of the Butterfly

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Peace & Blessings

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Flight of the Butterfly

I'm feeling him

These Wings

True Colors

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