“Sunrise” by General-J

“Sunrise” by General-J

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Six o’clock in the morning,

a flock of birds chirping across the chilly sky.

The dimming rays of sun is exposed,

peeking through the starburst pink clouds.

Walking towards the balcony overlooking the horizon,

I see the reflection of your precious curves on the stained morning dew glass.

After a late night marathon of love making,

jogging past our favorite checkpoints of the moment,

our race to prosperity and intimate grace has been complete.

“Ex’ed Off” by General-J

“Ex’ed Off” by General-J

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We were together for a while,

seems like an eternity.

Open cases of our stability broken across the floor,

refusing to clean up our mess of disaster.

Leaving the muddle of thoughts rot for months at a time,

the fumes of the lies and deception makes it hard to breathe again.

Tell me the stories of your experiences,

claiming to have a change for the future.

Now tell me the stories of your future plans,

as each day passes you go back to your past.

The false claims of emotion you speak,

goes in and out with a side of a fried broken bond.

Progression is one of the keys of life,

live to learn and learn to forget.

Good memories last forever in the mind,

painful experiences last forever in the soul.

Your name and meaning is crossed of the list of experiences,

transitioning into a next act of the everlasting love play.

“What Do I Do?” by General-J

“What Do I Do?” by General-J

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What do I do,
when the odds of failure is stacked against me with low return,
when the tables of everyday living turns sharp as a fresh blade,
when the bridges I built for others crash and burn to the soil.

What do I do,
when the past memories of depression haunts me like a bloody terror scene,
when the skeletons bust out the closet like a swat team with a hundred rounds,
when my defeated demons rise from the dead and attack my only soul left to fight.

What do I do,
when my brightest mind turn black as my heart towards the flame of anger,
when my emotions become numb as anesthesia to the brain,
when my expressive voice becomes silent as the moment given.

What do I do,
when I stand on my ground that I built with the hands of God,
when I shout my inner rage to the enemies below my stature,
when I offer my repentance of the damage I created throughout the suffering years of youth.

What do I do,
when there is nothing else left to do.

“Stuck.” by General-J

“Stuck.” by General-J

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Stuck with no guidance in life,
fighting each day with the bare knuckles that remain,
battered, bruised cases of hopeless memories I wish to forget.

Walk in my black shoes of darkness,
witness the pain strike like lightning in the sky,
the tears of anger raining heavy with no severe warning.

Stuck in the same little spot since day one,
my mouth, mind, and soul sealed tight with life’s pressure,
asking God to break it open with his razor sharp raft of greatness.

The vision of my future in plain horizon,
sitting pretty around life’s rough obstacles,
carefully removing the sticky glue of despair and doubt,
I promise I will break free.