The Journey Continues... The hard times- IMPERFECT SCULPTURE

There walk down memory lane is a fun,dificult and emotional journey which will be sharing with you in my diary...The Diary Of A Blaque Diamond. Like we all go through our ups and downs, many of us go through more downs than ups. This part of the diary is the painful part where one experienced days of wothlesness, betrayal, loneliness and times of anger,hatride and guilt. Take a walk with me with a clear mind, take a walk in my shoes, feel the pain felt by me and those around me... This piece was writen during the time of worthlesness... This is... THE IMPERFECT SCULPTURE.


IMPERFECT SCULPTURE

In your eyes,
In YOUR eyes I'm the figure of Imperfection
In your mind,
In YOUR mind I'm an incomplete statue...
You see yourself re-sculpturing me
Molding me into YOUR symbol of perfection!
In you heart,
I'm YOUR heart I'm nothing but a shamful burden
But deep down you see a lot of you in me!
To every one I am different...
But to YOU I am IMPERFECT
Its time you realized...
None of us are perfect.
I may be imperfect in your eyes, mind and heart
This is ME the Imperfect one.
I have my flaws where my beauty lyes...
I may have more than you but it makes me, me!
I am proud to be...
Proud to be seen through your eyes...
As THE IMPERFECT SCULPTURE
This is me... THE IMPERFECT SCULPTURE!

The Journey Continues - The Stolen Soul

There comes a time in all our lives where we reach a roadblock formed by our past and present. The feeling of emptiness overwhelms you...your heart pounds so slow you feel the air slip in and out of your body... nolonger do you feel alive, alone when surrounded by family, lost in a familure place...your soul has gone missing... your soul is...The Stolen Soul.


THE STOLEN SOUL


Walking down the path to destruction
The heart yanked from your cacoon
The mind has frozen...
Notions confused by fake emotions.
Eyes wide open...
Yet they see nothing.
Ears unblocke...
Yet they hear nothing!
Mouth moving ...
Yet you make no sound
You're in a room of torture and torment
Sitting in the chair of execution
Joints soldered together by fear
Swimming in a sea of sorrow
Yet you go no where.
You wonder why...?
Why your voice goes unheard...
Why your ears have gone deaf...
Why your eyes nolonger see...
Why your notions are confused by emotions...
Why your mind has frozen...
I'll tell you why...
Your body is an empty  cacoon without your soul.
For your soul is...
Your eyes,
Your ears,
Your heart and your voice.
Your soul has disapeared...
Your soul is...
THE STOLEN SOUL!