final submission just a thought

Just a Thought. . .
Hector LaBoy

At times I ponder why my daily
generation does’nt open

their ear lobes and listen.
Why ? Persistance keeps me going,

and as the years go by, my
mentality starts growing . . . .

So open up your eyes, don’t live in a
disguise out there.

So give a care, and I would if I could,
but since I can’t then, of course,
I won’t. So just a thought. . .

Find our

way back

Look for
solutions :

Even if
objects
block your
way .

Just a

Thought...

I’m Trapped!

Expressing my views
in a lyricalsituation, because deep down

inside me
I feel mad frustration.
What a wonderful world ; no, it isn’t.
When the need is called for. . .
I sit, and I listen: Louie Armstrong calls
the world wonderful

I call it empty. . .
because I need plenty of spectators

to spread the message of an originator
contemplating to the world, and yes,

I’m stating that time is scarce.
I guess my point is well dispersed. . .

just a thought.

Keep on
Trucking

Which

Way Do

I Turn?

A missed Journey

Time Waits
for no one

Life tragedy: my mind fell in jeopardy.
Not even 13 when the accident
occuredto me,

my mind was going insane for sure;
the thought was an a-hah!,
mighty obscure.

Rumor of the tumor all up on his
brain...

The Doctor’s explanation
just left me in pure pain...

No cure could bring the suffering that
he had seen.

Never thought he ‘d vanish.
the monthstated

known as February,
but, damn in August
he hit the cementary.

The frustration that I felt with the fact
that he will never come back.


He was a trooper,
a fighter
a.k.a.
a great advisor.

His knowledge passsed to me ,
as I keep struggling for survival.
but I’m there: strong and ready for all

of those
revivals .

Of all the goals that he set
respect,

loyalty will always be there.


Neva ‘ did much wrong past the
disaster.

Back in the days ,
He was there Before and after.
Of all the steps that he taught me

to follow ,
Never , ever force me to go under

his shadow.

Those days have left, but now the
schedule proceeds.
My pops is gone:

always and forever proud to he his
seed.

Force and

Strength To
Overcome

Balance
your Life

Find
your Inner

Peace

Just a Thought. . .

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