“A warrior that never stops. A fire in mind, forever fighting. No surrender during war or peace. Only in death the sweet release, finally subsiding.”

Will you preach to your former self? Leave your old habits on the shelf? shed the skin of days gone by. A human butterfly.

I started chasing excellence, And they started chasing me. You’re trying to impress the unworthy. I’m on the path, no hesitation. I have all the belief.

Will you seize the day or waste it away? The finitude of time always on the mind. Will you see your future glory, or will you still remain blind?

Endure and overcome. Pay no heed to what others have done. Unless they have achieved unspeakable things. Unless they have vision, see the way you see. Rather die on your sword a hero, than die on your knees.

Thoughts on a tapestry. Colour or black and white. A brush, a pen, A flash of light. Ideas flowing soon, about to take flight.

Turn words and thoughts into finished works. Chase greatness, not the temporary fix. Believe in your glory, always. Some days will be great, some days amiss.

Will you be stubborn, full of patience. When all around you rush? Today you built a piece of your future. Will it ever be enough?

Who will you bring into battle? Who will blindly follow your lead? No questions asked, no hesitation. Have your back regardless, all doubts paid no heed.

Go forth and attack, don’t hesitate and wait. For its always yours to win. Take what you want out of life. Is a life truly lived, if a life is without sin?

You have everything you need, For pastures new, greater things. Thoughts to grow, new bonds to seed. Be not what they want, be what sets you free.

The war on yourself, Never in total comfort or surrender. Chase your dreams daily. Margin for failure, success, A turning point so slender.

Unravel and travel, forward you must go. Don’t look back and dwell on failures past. You don’t need a quote, a false idol or a flow. For one day you will discover, as above so below.

Only those that improve you. That fuel you and move you. Together rising up, only seeing the real deal. In tandem, dreams you will pursue.

Unleash the power within. Cultivate your land with fields of gold. A hidden power you never knew, Watch the greatness unfold.

Love the work, love its worth. Distractions everywhere, interfering. Slowing down the train. Learn to love it daily, the rest leads to pain.

Chase perfection. Come as close as can be. Ignore the weak naysayers. They are trapped and you are free.

For he has conquered death, with the gift of His last breath. Go now, and share the news, the Savior beckons you.

Once you are born in this world you’re old enough to die.

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth — look at the dying man’s struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

There are bigger problems in the world than those of love despite this I can’t fathom why I think I may die if i can’t have you.

Memory, Sweet and deadly Broken and lovely Loved and lonely.

These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

Sometimes you have to chop off the dead ends so that you can continue To grow in a healthy direction.