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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Talent 'n' U

It’s something to say you are creative and another to actually be creative.

Talent plays a major role in making you the best at what you do. That’s why it’s always safe to build on your God given talent and not run towards another man’s talent all in the name of trying to make it big. You might succeed at it but you’ll never excel cause in truth, you don’t love what you do.
Searching within to find your inner potential is necessary to find the true YOU! When you dig deep and find out what it is you are made to do and you seek knowledge on this part, it makes you a better person. Even in time of problems, you’ll weather it for you love to do what you do. You’ll give not just your best but your all without knowing it, without forcing it and without being made to do it.
Life will be much easier, happier and friendly when you are in the environment you love. Talent is what makes you who you are, it’s the gift from God. The answer to all your worries; It’s no wonder why some excel at what they do in so little time while others take years and never make it!

Don’t be deceived, money sure comes easy when you know you doing the right thing the right way; the way you were MADE to do it, that which you were BORN to do!

Its easy trust me. So go out there and DO what you were made to DO!

Monday, July 4, 2011

I'm sprung!

It hits me in the face like a thousand bricks
Lust creeping in, bitch slapping my guts
Fingers dig deep, gushing blood
All up in my face was the truth and I threw my head to the side
Is it all a mirage?
The voices laugh at my very being
Clapping cymbals that hurts the soul
Cutting deep in revenge
The distance once a blessing now a curse
I saw the writings but I refused to read the words
Please stop, I plead to it
My heart bleeds in places I felt where long dead
Please stop, I cry out
To a voice I believe can hear the words n stop the hurt
Focus a precious stone I now dig for
Why was I so stupid to believe?
With feelings I could not phantom
Waking up to a truth I thought was long gone
Walk with me pain, for I am doomed
Stroll along lonely abandonment
Wise men once thought me wise
Foolishness now my middle name
My heart knew yet my ears behold the voices
Please let it all be but a dream
Shakespeare would have slapped me too
I’m so stupid I cant even beginning to understand
I’m supposed to be the dreamer
How did I become the character?
How could I have believed the voices?
What did I do wrong!