TwistedFate

Ask yourself, "is this who I'm supposed to be?" "Is this all this world has to offer me?" "Must I be surrounded by all this negativity?" "What do I have to do to find serendipity?" Think of what you've been forced to survive  And be thankful for everyday you're alive  Be grateful for the real people, family and friends And for the loyalty that never ever bends Forget about those who have been hurtful  And all the people who only saw you as useful  Because they aren't worth the time or the effort  And you're better off without all the hurt  Always face forward, don't dwell on the past Cherish the memories, even if they are vast Don't pull the punches, fight on and fight hard  And don't let anyone make you drop your guard This is exactly who you're supposed to be  Even if some are just too ignorant to see  Strive to be the vessel of your own changes And you will overcome life's many challenges  Don't sto...

There you are, a distant memory  A ghost that continues to haunt me Just a reminder of the love I feel Another chapter in a story surreal I've trusted my heart, I have no regrets And You were as real as real could get All I wanted was to love you and be true  Because I always saw the real you  I saw the pain and the darkness within And the shadows you've tried to hide them in  I've seen the truth, I've seen your heart And I've known you right from the start  I understand why I wasn't right  And I know why you weren't willing to fight The fault is mine, and mine alone And that's why I, am still on my own I guess there just wasn't meant to be A future for the likes of you and me Not romantically, but maybe as friends  And yet if you need me, I'll be there till the end  Will I hold it against you? no I won't  Do I regret anything? No I don't  The heart wants what the heart wants  And it's my heart that you will always haunt  In th...

How do you find what you seek, if you feel but never speak? how could anyone really know, if you never let your feelings show? Life is all about taking chances more than words and a few glances if we don't try then what's the point? not doing anything will only disappoint We have to push ourselves to try things who knows what joy it may bring? not knowing is part of life's beauty even if it exposes the worlds cruelty Forget the stories your history has told, who knows what the future will hold? while life may not always go your way you'll meet interesting folks along the way Weighing pros and cons does take a toll and we must let go of what the world stole It's time we just enjoy our front row seats because there's no telling who we'll meet Nothing comes easy, we must take risks it's the only way to know why we exist stay in the shadows and you wont be missed so take that leap and don go unnoticed 

It is a force we can't control It goes by so fast, we never realize it We just watch it go by us Seeing its power in the mirror everyday The grey in our hair, the wrinkles in our skin They say everything changes with time Technology, music, arts, even the cars we drive But the only thing that doesn't change is time itself Because It's the world's only constant And We can never change that Think of all those memories from our past Both good and bad are now just moments in time Even if we want to go back and change we can't It's the most powerful force in the world It can change lives in mere seconds We just accept it, and take life a day at a time Hoping that we can make use of time to come Because at the end of the day We can't beat the clock

Memories are all we have left of the past whether they're good or bad, they always last they are all that remain of us in the end for all our time with our family and friends From the carefree days of our childhood to the ultimate chaos that is our adulthood every success or failure always stays in our mind regardless if the journey was pleasant or unkind They are all we have of the places we've been of the love, sorrow and beauty we've seen in an instant they can make us happy or sad because they are all we have of what we had They are the best and worst of times gone by they have the the power to make us laugh or cry because sometimes remembering is a curse and it does nothing but make things worse These are the things we try to erase from memory things like pain, sadness, heartbreak and treachery but for some reason the memories that always linger are the very ones that hurt like a scorpions stinger Memories are a record of all we've been t...

Running around the garden, playing all kinds of games thinking back now, life will never be the same sitting here reminiscing and writing all these rhymes lord knows I'll never forget, those amazingly innocent times Cricket, touch rugby or running around with toy guns such happy memories, so much crazy fun running freely up down the road together with my cousins and friends,  memories last forever Playing with figurines and toy cars alike pretending to be characters from TV that we like no stress in our lives in those care free days I miss those years in so many ways Now we're all grown up, some with kids of their own our own parents look at us and say ' goodness how they've grown' watching the next generation, run around like we did takes me back to those days when no worry was ever needed The best days of someones lives are always their childhood full of freedom and fun and the meaning of brotherhood even if it's playing a bass drum in school or wearing a cap ...

The Lords of Rum, a band of brothers four united by a bottle like none before no bar in the land was ever the same when these brothers four, started playing their games From Waters Edge to AM-PM, united did they stand, everywhere they went, they were like a traveling band from Sinatra to the Beatles, singing songs of old the memories of these nights, though blurry are gold It didn't really matter when or where they would convene, even if the venue was a serene latrine often joined by others, every weekend was epic it's a miracle that nobody ever needed a medic There is one who joined this brotherly convention, a lady of rum who deserves an honorable mention like them, her voice didn't come with volume control but because of that bottle, even she was always on a roll Four brothers and a sister, this clan should go down in history, how Rockland created that magic, is an absolute mystery though now they've disbanded, and gone their separate ways the...

Sitting at his desk with his notebook and pen, scribbling down words that rhyme now and then his purpose for writing it was never personal gain but is a means of expressing his infinite pain Some rhymes are good and some are bad, some don't rhyme at all, some rhymes are sad, from his heart filled with emotions so raw and the memories of things he felt and saw A battle hardened warrior, bloodied and all alone sitting in solitude now with his rhymes and tones his friends and family, though they're all surround he lives his life in rhyme, like nobody's around He carries on his back, a weight very heavy, his shoulders are soaked by the tears of many over the years he learned to hold back his own because his were tears that should be shed alone His words are an open window in to his heart, and his life as a writer, with poetry did start but when those words refuse come out right he keeps writing, he doesn't quit without a fight Bad choices and decis...

There's an old saying that reads like this, "and then there was one" when you're all that' left there'a always a twist, a lone warrior, who respects all and fears none, You can fight for what you believe in, a cause that you believe is great, a cause for happiness, a reason to grin, one can assume happiness is worth the wait, Now it's his turn to stand alone, like a cowboy with his six gun, walking in the wind, he fights's to win, to regain his throne, to put down his critics and all those fiends, Feeling like a stranger in a strange land, battling silently, this game of life has a tendency to twist, to go out in a blaze of glory, he waits patiently, shooting first and questioning later, with the flick of the wrist, the last outlaw, with a chip on his shoulder, the last man standing will finally decent, a true old school soldier, one day, his sins, he will repent haunted by his past, his heart in a cast, he walks alone, he bears no branding, in his min...