Her? To Be?

Tell me! What do you see?

Have you found her?

My possible bride to be?

Thought It was never ending….

The turmoil of new beginnings seems to break people up… 

More than bring them together

But not I… 

It’s been a blessing… 

So far at least.

Enjoying the simplicity,

The adventure

The rather attractive company…

It’s just so much more,

SO much more than a…

Relationship…

It's slowly becoming an array of life choices,
That I feel turning into a life style…

Inseparable.

I can’t stand walking away…

It seems to haunt me all day..

Before I get to see her…

See her almost grasping the very being of my soul and holding it…

So gracefully…

We share a fear to question what is on our minds… 

Don’t know if we can actually handle it… 

Reminiscing...

About 4 years ago when it was actually taboo to say 

HEY! I LIKE YOU…

Whereas now its an unspoken understanding…

Although not with her…

With her it’s different…

Its a different type of happy,

Of excitement,

Of lust,

Of… love?

Never sure,

It happens to be a burden knowing for sure…

I prefer the dark, don’t you?

Being content with uncertainty is ok… right?

As long as I accept it?

Maybe… I kind of enjoy the thrill…

The slight pull in my stomach,
Allows me to recognize the mutuality found upon this now familiar bedside?

I hope I feel a bit more into her years later…

In fact… I think I know I will… 

She is the kind of woman who lets you think one can be without…

But really she the one no man would ever WANT be without… 

The fact that she’s mine… 

Has not quite hit me…

I know i’m lucky, but I feel so… distraught…?

No… Never, but,

Maybe too soon to say it, 

Can’t ask for a lot.

I feel almost at home when we are together…

WAY too comfortable…

I frighten myself to a point where there’s no way to be subtle…

About the way I feel…

She knows…

It’s not hard to see…

IF only I could witness the future…

It’s not too hard to see,

My possible bride…

To be? 

DECISIONS (Spoken Word)

What’s a promise, if one cannot fulfill it?

What are lyrics, if one cannot sing them?

What is love, if both do not share it?

Rarely, is there a case of love without passion…

And yet, passion without love is a regular affiliation of our generation.

One mistake after another,

Men have become the everlasting dogs of time,

Women,

The hell burdened maidens of hate and incoherence.

What makes accusations such as these true?

The thoughts of those simply willing to believe them.

It’s the decisions,

The decisions one chooses to confide in to fix life’s issues,

Those strange calamities that no one is able to set aside for later.

No…

Not the dirty secret one must bring to light,

Nor,

Is it the disrupted state of one’s own sin,

It’s the decision to stay bonded…

Bonded by the one thing that makes people SUPER people.

It is the feeling that rivals all feelings…

Motivates all nations,

The heart, and cause of every war ever worth fighting…

L.O.V.E.

I was told

To take my time…

It’s sad I had no one to ask for guidance… 

This normally would sift right through me, but,

It surprisingly struck a different string on my mind because it was so inevitably true.

Maybe faith has its place for a reason…

It… enables…

Decisions make it hard to fix anything if that in itself is not able to be made.

Believing that faith was simply an excuse to picking an easier choice,

Is naive.

Turns out it's simply a crutch for one’s transparent emotional placement.

Choice A 

Choice B

Striving to be better than the stereotype is more difficult than expected,

Since every move I make I feel the judgment upon me…

Almost like eyes staring through me,

Across the way, a gray  sea,

Separating the two subjects,

Eternally holding them back from where they could be.

Who’d want to be free?

Free from so many opinions, unbounded by so few things,

Making it difficult to ever return again…

Choice A 

Choice B

Sometimes forgetting who we're living for… 

That is an important question now a days,

And when making a decision of love, 

You should never forget to ask yourself,

Are they worth it, 

The trouble with decisions of love is considering the best option for both,

Even if the second party overlooks themselves.

Think….

Think harder…

And yet, 

Think again…

Could you live knowing you may loose everything? 

Forever?

Would there be resentment if you said yes?

What about no?

Choice A 

Choice B

Would it be fair…

That is what I always have trouble answering… 

Fairness… 

The concept of equivalent exchange…

The oldest part of the book no doubt.

Is it what’s right?

Is it what I want?

Enough…

Thinking should be dubbed overrated…

It helps one day, 

Yet a waste another…

DECIDE…

Before life itself is too late,

Too dark to really see,

Choice A 

Choice B

Confused (Full Song Excerpt)

Wrote a letter last night saying I wouldn't be here today…

Couldn't stand to see others suffer based on what my colleagues say…

It's the way the world works,

No point in trying to change it…

No wasting the other's time assuring success because you dreamed it…

Like, if a tree fell to the ground,

But there was nobody around,

Would it still make a sound?

We all think we're the words that carry on a story of our lives,

But what if we're only on the cover looking down into the depths, so cold and dry,

I left those words alone, 

To fall to their death,

But I didn't know they were still fighting so I got them printed on my chest,

Saying…

-TJ Nealy

The Feeling (By TJ Nealy)

Love is something one unboxes slowly taking care of the seal. 

It's usually filled to the rim,

For when someone asks if you love only them,

You should sadly say no, if it's real. 

For there'll probably be another one,

Looking up to the both of you. 

Calling for daddy, 

Making you happy,

In the fact you can now live for your daughter or your son.

Best believe,

It's definitely a life changer. 

Feeling remorse for the days you used to conceive,

Wishing you could still remember...

Nails (A Poem)

NAILS

The plans never make themselves,

Aside from those boards that seem to go up with nails.

Knocking for another to come along,

Burdening the sweet melody of their song.

It may never be ok to be yourself,

One has to look past this.

Just like every pig of man who technically cheated on himself.

Loss…

That is what's worth living for,

Whether you're doing well 

Living in a fancy loft, or a box,

Despite the time your mind may have been lost.

Cannot stop thinking about that time,

Our minds just crossed...