A good dayA Poem by Steven Robert FordWind, with water on land, safe fire. Heart seeing it all.as i drive to Macon, Ga I focus my attention to the road the music im jamming too has me feeling the drive of the road my mind on this girl who hates me who i would dare not talk to cause of difficulty weighs my mind down though I am humbly calm
in her eyes, im an ugly nobody who acts psyco all the time in my eyes, I am a man just living my life sharing love in her eyes, im a good for nothing looser who lives in my car in my eyes, I am a man who can adapt to any situation
Her harsh judgment pounds my mind so much that i feel physically beat up
and I dont know how i should react
and, my heart broken before but never like this...
In my life I was always searching for love because I was being a lost boy just like peter pan, living off in my imagination world because the real world scared me. Then, when my mom died, I lost the boy side of me.
in that moment where one feels like a lost soul the human nature rock bottom. but the rock bottom only real Earth Stand on it, I was told Walk on it, and I listened "Move through it like water" the wise old child says and I heard this through my left ear
so, the road before is the road behind me passing by her judgment only leads her further away from herself hince the reason I now consider her family a man love his family differently than he loves his friends and the love a positive infinite effection all in all it may seem much in reality only little.
The good day is here because i can honestly say that I accept my faults I accept my failures and I work to find balance in this real world today
my goal, not to prove anyone wrong or right but to be the man I am meant to be by only making good life out of myself
for i am one with tao as tao is me zen in life with mind opened © 2009 Steven Robert FordFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on March 6, 2009 AuthorSteven Robert FordMilledgeville, GAAboutMy name is Steven Ford. I realize that I know nothing about writing, but still I write. I may not always spell things correctly, but being human I accept that. I accept my failures and few successe.. more..Writing
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