Dahveed
Writing across the pages of your mind
Writing across the pages of your mind
When we search for "ourselves" in the eyes of others, we have
imprisoned our own-selves in believing that our self-worth is nothing
unless others validate who we are. Unless we approve of whom we are,
what we are, and what we are capable of doing as an individual, only
then we will have released "ourselves" from our own imprisonment. We
are in charge of our own life's destiny and what we do and become can
only be validated by our accomplishments and failures; not by what
others may think of us. - "The Essence of Wisdom and Life"
Beyond The Horizon
Trying to look Beyond The Horizon
Where the sun goes to set
One day ends . . .
Another begins
As seagulls descend
On the California shores
Discussing the philosophy of life and more,
As my “brother” Pablo and I explore
The reality of an unpredictable war
Where hatred turns to love
Looking to heavens above,
For The Answer to The Question
Forgiving all our transgressions
Where religions are amassed
Gangs become outcast
To a society that’s meant to last
Never forgetting ones past
Where death’s no longer mourned
Babies safely born
Abuse unheard of -
Children treated with love
Where AIDS has no face
No black, brown, or white race
In a society that lives as one
Still waiting . . . for Him to come
As we look beyond the horizon
Where the sun goes to set
Trying to look Beyond The Horizon
Where the sun goes to set
One day ends . . .
Another begins
As seagulls descend
On the California shores
Discussing the philosophy of life and more,
As my “brother” Pablo and I explore
The reality of an unpredictable war
Where hatred turns to love
Looking to heavens above,
For The Answer to The Question
Forgiving all our transgressions
Where religions are amassed
Gangs become outcast
To a society that’s meant to last
Never forgetting ones past
Where death’s no longer mourned
Babies safely born
Abuse unheard of -
Children treated with love
Where AIDS has no face
No black, brown, or white race
In a society that lives as one
Still waiting . . . for Him to come
As we look beyond the horizon
Where the sun goes to set
Dawn
Morning after
Night before
Last twinkle of a star.
The rising sun;
Beauty . . .
As a well-read memoir.
Illuminating,
Not surrendering to the night;
Early morning -
Dawn . . .
A vision of unparalleled sight.
The Soul of A Man
Sometimes dark
Yet, often clear;
Many things hidden
Only God he fears.
Cloudy at times
But cleaned with ease;
Seeing all things
So easily pleased.
A heart sometimes cold
Gives with open hand;
A creation of God
The soul of a man.
Morning after
Night before
Last twinkle of a star.
The rising sun;
Beauty . . .
As a well-read memoir.
Illuminating,
Not surrendering to the night;
Early morning -
Dawn . . .
A vision of unparalleled sight.
The Soul of A Man
Sometimes dark
Yet, often clear;
Many things hidden
Only God he fears.
Cloudy at times
But cleaned with ease;
Seeing all things
So easily pleased.
A heart sometimes cold
Gives with open hand;
A creation of God
The soul of a man.