Poetic Journal Entry

I am Poetry. Jones is asking....

Who can I run too? when i have time of needs.. [ breaking news] father rather see me on the streets, destructs from his personal vendetta with his own family. now here I am another black man that is put down by his on father because he want to feel the hold of being control or maybe his ego is too big to understand LOVE. that is sensitive & not hard like he think it is.another black man who's immature to life..

How hard is success in today's economy? Success right now is the hardest thing to
try to do right now.. Why? With no job's; it's hard to make a living to even try to be
successful. Before I thought it was all a myth for the world to be making it's way to
closure but now I can kind of see what blogger's & few others are talking about.

writing to define a deeper image to success, which they said
that I would not have no problem at.. Which they
voted me " Most likely to succeed", look at me now
a few year's later.. living under a spell of rules
that results to me one again being
place to the devil's of failure.. with my
skin boiling hot under the devil
significant fire with him
tasting my sweet taste
of failure.. Him screaming it..
[ failure, failure, failure]


"You will die here little boy",
is what the devil scripted..
your confidence of success
has been destroyed..
Watching me succeed
is like watching Armageddon
come to a complete flame..

better yet... like watching
the world comes to pieces
by the wrath of the world
ending.. All my life
I have been a competitor to
him, and growing up I always
had to compete to love him..
always wanted to love my
father, but yet he always
turn my lessons to sports..
drifting away from raising me
and showing me how to be a man..

yet he want to compete with me
first & then love me last..
as a man you love your
son/daughter no matter
what? with him I was
just a seed that he wanted
to live his dream through..
but unfortunately my dream
or his dream was granted...

Unlike the late great Michael Jackson,
I wasn't being chase & brutally beating
to stardom.. Hell I wasn't even chase
or grasp as a son.. I just seen
him doing game time @ all
of my games talking about how
I miss a lay up or how I didn't
swing @ that pitch or Why I quit?

I quit because this wasn't my
dream to follow in your
footsteps.. i wanted to
venture off and create my
own footsteps.. Hell you
been gone so long; I didn't
even see your footstep
when you made your way
back in my life.

So why in the fuck are
we even haven't this
conversation.. Your excuses
always in up with you drinking
your problem away or running
to my mother for safeties precautions
have you ever thought to asked me
what I wanted to be with my life..

Instead you portray to be a
great man, but in reality you
a coward with such a immature
way of handling things.. Great Grand
Father, but suck ass when it came
to just being a father.. i guess you learned
from your mistakes there.. But yet, you
have yet to asked me what my intentions
on living was..



Sincerely. My Poetic Journal Entry