The Real!

When you rest your head When your off to sleep When you close you eyes When you begin to dream Recall your day & just have faith That tomorrow should be just as great If for no other reason But that you were Simply blessed to wake! - Posted using BlogPress from DraeBstar's iPod Location: Brampton,Canada

I wish I was a poet… so that every word I spoke would be deep enough to drown all the hate and suffering. Leaving an island of love and pain because those are the feelings we learn from!

This state of loneliness (I MISS YOU), It causes me to look back at the times of the past and wonder. How could I lose my life and my love over what.....? I wonder? Have I simply banished myself to a phase of regret? A place where I am unable to forget, Where happiness and contentment have no future but just memories are left. This state of loneliness (I ADORE YOU), I pushed you away flaunting it was the best for you, But since when are tears the result of good things people do. This state of loneliness (I LONG FOR YOU), Nothing in my life could compare to your presence, Now the few words or moments we share I look forward to them like birthday presents. This state of loneliness (I CHERISH YOU), Better than anyone I have seen the result of your growth And each time I’m reminded I broke your trust and my oath. This state of loneliness (I NEED YOU), No action no words no tears filled with your name can ever bring me back from this lone place. I want you I need you back up on my stage, re

I sit here watching experts in the art, and I can’t help but have this feeling in my heart I wish that could be me standing on the stage the crowd cheering my name As I use words of expression wonderful timing and a peace of my soul to bring smiles to their face Oh how I wish for that day were the essence of the ink and the thoughts that I think become wonderful links From my mind to yours birthing anew way for you to think So I sit watching these experts in the art, wondering when I will get my start Oh how I wish to be apart of this grooving, this movement, this soothing art form Way to special to be called the norm, resembling the eye of heavens storm Quite, peaceful and tranquil surrounded by a raging wind of violent poetic intention This is the model of my heart; this is why I can no longer sit here watching experts in the art This is the reason I need to get my start Pen to paper resembling my soul to the world recording the works of my core My love for this art is the ink

“Hi” That’s the only word that escaped the prison that was mouth While others such as radiant, angelic, and beautiful were hidden and restrained to my mind I somehow managed to trap every corny line, every question about the weather. Every thought of doubt telling me to just turn and walk away, all these thoughts were over whelmed by this message from my heart telling me to stay, that I should try and conversate. So I forced myself to open my mouth once again and string together some syllables hoping that this would explain to her and I why my behavior might be dismissible and why I stood here trying desperately to match her snow white smile with mine. But again things would not be fine, see this time what was said almost caused my heart to stop. For the words that came next were of the utmost shock! “My name is Drae, and I would love to know your name?” What was happening what could I be thinking, why would my body not respond to the warning signs that kept blinking! “She’s out of you

Correct my soul, and correct my spirit Correct my life, and correct what's in it I feel incomplete I need to find what’s missing This is my goal, and these are my wishes I’ve come so far but I've reached my limit I need gods help for this most personal mission My years in this world has dulled my vision I need out of worldly help, a spiritual optician I’ve seen things for what they are, but not what’s real I’ve known such countless emotions but have yet to feel I’ve done some things, made some horrible deals I’m a guest in my body, my own life a movie reel A prayer from my mouth, I hope its grants me an appeal I'm now committed to changing myself................ With incredible zeal! I’m trading hood streets for heavenly roads I’m dropping worldly dreams for some eternal goals Father, Son, Holy Ghost that’s all I wish to know Body, mind and heart working together to save this soul Committed to finding what’s missing, that’s my mission My eternal goal The Black Star © 2009