The Attitude

I'm feeling it all those people throwing just sit
somedays it just happens, I'm always fit
but always, someone forgets and regrets follow
this mood is so low, it's like a shallow
such a counterblow, that lump you gotta swallow
the insecurity, overshadowed by maturity.
there's a lot to understand and it's all perspective,
which means the dealing is elective, getting you nowhere is being selective
almost everything is subjective, so don't read into more
don't go out looking for the warning of war,
account for, allow for
Sometimes I glide and the time I bide, it's a natural state
going along without any weight, everything in the being,
the future without seeing, passed present, react and stand fast
it's the population's miscalculation,
years and years to come, decisions have yet to be hung,
and he has yet to be young, trying to outlast, the present passed
make to expect, collect and affect
raised hands in the air, then to the face,
rounding the corner from base to base,
in this case there is no time to waste.

Everyone's Thinking

Just sitting there, staring through the world,
like nobody cares.
Someone does, there's a long pause,
She's broken so many laws, the body without any flaws.
Personality mysteriously, walk up cautious, don't turn now,
you're nauseous. You lost it, thoughts seize up,
just keeping walking until they free back up.
Fast, at last, the universe resumes,
she remains and assumes.
Time goes by, minutes fly,
until you see her again, kick yourself in the ass,
only walking passed. Building up in your head,
holding hypotheticals instead, wondering when the courage is to be led,
or flight be fed. Lying in bed, 1, 2, 3, this isn't the way it's suppose to be,
Apprehensively thinking, enough with excuses, so what if she refuses,
then you start to question, it's an unforgiving regression,
owning it like your profession. Next time rally, fight back,
but let these next words increase the confidence we all lack.
Life goes on, so what if it feels like it doesn't, it won't be long...
and soon you'll win,
the next time you see "her" again.

-Alex

Reflection, realization, visualization,
Don't be the generalization,
sometimes it feels like a character assassination,
Get ready, breathe steady, don't stay in the standard deviation.
It's all about the minds location, aspiration,
calibrate and celebrate the new causation.
Always with the limits, don't forget it's
about the attitude and amplitude, break through,
what are you, you have to, they say forget the angle of view.
Step up, don't let up. Just because you are one and they are many
doesn't mean their opinions matter any.
Just go with the flow, feel the glow and listen to the physical communication.

-Alex, and I'm alright.

Better Days are Coming Your Way

Do you ever feel like staying in bed
Because you know you'd rather be sleeping instead.
It's hard to, isn't it? just raising your head,
your drained, defamed, what remains?
Just another day walking in the stain,
of this life you've made, this life you'd trade,
if only you would have known to stay
In bed that day when it would have changed,
perhaps rearanged this life you now wish could be exchanged.
But you get up any way, to meet the day,
who knows maybe it will all go away,
Just keep breathing, keep raising your head,
Sure it's hard believing, but your not dead,
You can fix this, somehow, don't be mislead.
Just find that purpose, try to be strong
Even when everything feels so wrong, move along.
Because at least your in control, even when inside you feel a hole,
and life gets dull, but you are still the one to choose,
what you gain or lose, your time is due!
Just keep that hope inside, hold to whats true,
the man up stairs belives in you, whethere or not you do too.
Hold firm, hold tight, learn to fight
past the inclination to deny whats right.
Some morning will come when you'll greet the light,
You'll be amazed, head raised, to praise,
because you know better days are coming your way.


-Mary, feeling like staying in bed.

Rappers Reflection

Hey! Alex here, this is a place where Mary and I will document what's on our minds expressed through poetry or rapping. We do what we want and rap and rhyme as we please.