Battle Grounds.
We fight for living.
We fight for everything and on the opposite end receive nothing..
We fight for something..
We fight for victory even when we feel all glory is fleeting…
We fight against our biggest enemy, our inmost being..
We fight for looking and don’t even know what we are seeking..
We fight for what get’s stolen but don’t even know what’s worth keeping..
We fight for the sewing but plummet at the reaping.
We fight against the truth and invite the deceiving..
We corrupt simple minds and ask “why aren’t they learning?”..
We fight everything that doesn’t want to harm us..
We keep getting hurt but are attracted to what kills us..
We feel empty but continue to go back to what consumes us..
We are parched but allow someone who’s thirsty to fill our cups.
We desire more and more and that’s still not enough..
We keep falling and ask why the landing was so abrupt.
We give each other hate and convince others that it’s love…
We use these useless smiles to try and cover up..
We have women that are scared so they hide it with Mac make-up…
We livin’ like YOLO, stop dreaming child, wake up..
We continue to say we can see what’s coming.
We’re so distracted by what’s past that we don’t look infront of us.
We see the roads behind us that we don’t even notice the path that is set before us.
Yet we fight FOR these things that don’t establish our dreams.
That only destroys the good that is kept within you and me..
We are fighting to believe.
We are fighting for vision but don’t open our eyes to see.
We fight to truly listen but don’t use our hEARt…
We don’t know what to listen to, so there is no sound.
My mother alway told me, “An empty mind, is the devils playground”.
We are fighting for everything that does nothing..
We get stuck in those moments.
We move nowhere, when we rest in those moments.
God didn’t make memories for you to suffer.
He made memories so you remember where you came from..
He made memories so that you remember what He brought you out of..
We’re all in a battle..
What are you gonna fight for?
What are you gonna fight against?
And just always make sure that person attacking you, is not the person your fighting with…
Written by Marz. April 25th, 2013. California Battles Grounds. ©
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Defenestrations: Long Division
We both count; each calloused finger
straight an hour still of waiting. We touch
time divided in digits. We fracture, in
this splintered space, attempt to splice
our apart into more easily digestible bites.
We fail.
Just three words, spoken once
and yet they echo still — through…
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Mind of a Champion. ©
No, champions do not discourage others.
No, champions do not boast in there own success, criticizing others.
No, champions are not soulLESS.
No, champions do not worship themselves but talkLESS.
…Champions see the good in someone else.
They give, rather than take, and release selfishNESS..
Champions submit to God instead of themselves.
They know He is higher and rules what we think He can’t…
You see, He is greater than all..
And what will make you a champion, is to understand you are only a human.
You are not perfect.
Embrace your imperfections…
The only One who accepts them, is the One who reveals them..
Bow down to God, He created us to be imperfect..
To not know everything..
For us to be broken, so HE can put us back together..
A champion bows and acknowledges their fault..their imperfections.
And bravely say’s..
“I am a champion because of God”..
Written by Marz. Wednesday, April 24th, 2013 ©
