"to be"

to love or not to love
if i say I'm in love with you
I'm loving no one else
but if i don't love i cant seem to love my self

to hate or not to hate
if i hate i make enemies,
and if i don't i could make friends.
love is the cure and revenge is the remedy,
good things never last they always seem to end.

to be smart is to be highly thought of
because geniuses are worth remembering
to be dum is not to be thought of
because they cant even remember anything
to be scared and passive is allowing
others to knock you down,
to be courageous is to be
confident is to stand tall,
and standing your ground.
to be false is to be a liar
to be real it, must have proof,
but whats hot isn't always fire.
to have comfort is to be sheltered,
and it doesn't have to have a roof.

to be with someone
is to have a relationship
to be by yourself is to be lonely
to be truthful is to be real
to be fake is to be foney

for me to pretend to be someone else
doesn't fit the role of me
i may want to be many things,
but i can only be me.

reconstruction

if i was to ever rebuild myself it would have to be like this
id take my heart out of my chest
and put it on my sleeve,
right where it needs to be.
id take my emotions and throw them in
a river far from me.
id rebuild walls around my mind
that hangs a sign that says "close".
the temperature would dropped in my heart,
so id gather more clothes.
id take a long piss to dehydrate
that left my body dry.
my eyes don't seem to water
and i can no longer seem to cry
ill tie my my hands behind me, so
i can no longer feel.
watch the world outside my window,
and only watch whats real.

no longer reaching for my dreams
and distracted by my thoughts and
acting on my emotions....i can never become
the blueprint of the idea i can only make adjustments we cant change who we are
we just change what we do.

my shadow

you grow when we become distance
you hide yourself in the dark
but you never leave my side
your the outline of me with a dark center
that shows no emotion
and out of everything that i go through,
when life against the wall and
bounces off and as i begin to fall
i notice you coming to my rescue
trying to catch me for
when i fall, its you who i always land on

im so gone

i day dream waaaay too much some times but i think thats whats interesting about me

I cant see whats around me
cant look pass the rain,
they took away my sunny days
and lost my mind in a drain.
i cant hear,
my thoughts play to loud in
my head, that i cant take in
the noise thats near.
i cant feel,
my body is slowly numbs
as the weather gives me a chill.

the body haves it fuctions

four scenes that we have
we use it to be alert'
the heart was for storage
that was placed under our shirts
the mouth was the gun of words
the eyes was the aim,
the mind was the jungle gym
where people played games.
the hands for murder and theft,
the reckless right
and the devils left.
the feet were full of lies
that ran away from the the
truth,
and lives in the city
with a topless roof
just look deep in the shadows
ready to watch you fall and give it all
then you will see... then you will see..
the proof....
hes out there

Haiku 2: my future

If i look into...

Rearview mirrors, then for my

Future will be recked.....

Location : 9701-9711 E w T Harris Blvd, Charlotte, NC 28227,

My first haiku

This is my first haiku i never wrote one before i never really knew exactly what it was until i saww this simpsons episode

I dont have a name for it

If you leave me now.....

Ill have to depend on love....

To track down your heart.....



Location : 7249 Fox Hunt Rd, Charlotte, NC 28212,

holding back

holding on to feelings
and never letting go,
holding back the feelings
and never letting them show.

trying to fight hard times
and hold my head up,
trying to bite my tongue
at times when I'm fed up.

soon the tongue will begin
to bleed and my heart will
begin to ache,
the clouds will overfill
and thunder will make the earth shake.

i seem to be holding back...
for what reason?...
.....i don't know,
instead of holding back
i should be letting things go.

Enigma

i cant count the puzzle pieces
but if you must, multiply 365 days
by 20 years,
add 12 months, and a gallon of tears
to try to gather the gist of the puzzle...
no, not even
the looks of the puzzle
can come to be deceiving

for you can't gather
all the pieces of the puzzle
to make a perfect picture
for that will desecrate
what i am, an enigma
thats what makes me great..
you can gather pieces put you can never
find them all....
but you still continue too look,
good luck with that

Im too young too sleep

insomnia,
nope...
too young too say goodnight,
too restless in the day.
too anxious for the night,
so i only stay awake.
"see you tomorrow"
but I'm viewing you today,
theirs a time when their is
no tomorrow so don't throw away today.
im dreaming in day-dreams
and not at all...
asleep
young and restless and not
ready to fall...
asleep

but now im feeling tired
too young too be old,
time will soon expire
and my eyes will slowly fold.

I'm starting to feel tired
I'm needing somewhere to lay my head
todays starting to expire
I'm needing a pillow I'm needing a bed

I'm giving up what i have
and saying "see you tomorrow",
hating to let the day pass,
today will become tomorrow,
know matter how fast,
but today always follows

pen bleed

i let my pen leak
which means my pen bleeds
that let my soul bleed,
on the white sheet.

the sheet was my cotton,
what ever blood i dripped
was gotten.

so i continued to let
my pen bleed, till the cotton
turned black
when it was full
i turned it on its back....
....and continued to bleed again

WHY

i tried to run from why
with shoes named "because"
i ran for the end of the corner of excuses lane
and their why was.

i ran down "because" souls and
was running out of breath,
almost at the end of the street and i have no excuses left.

i cant seem to make it
as i get to the procrastination intersection,
when i realize the only way to get rid of why
was to answer the question

the undiscovered

to people like me, bloggers, writers and so forth
the undiscovered,
like shy people in the streets,
but freaks in the sheets,
where are hidden talents are under covers,
we are the undiscovered
like America without Christopher Columbus,
but where no America,
America's got talent
but where on are own planet
and our words put you their to understand where we come from
like a diamond in the rock,
no even better,
where nature its self
the most beautiful thing ever known
our words cant be brought it haves no price,
theirs nothing wrong with being who we are,
undiscovered for now anyway
all though it may sound like a low placement
listen, it is not
where above the Columbus of are time' watching
from beyond the clouds, not even on their atlas......
.......where invisible,untouchable,unable,to be reached....
.................undiscoverable.......for now maybe someone wont be
blinded by are radiant glow that we have that blinds viewers and maybe they will have a clear understanding of us


-mister mason, The Undiscovered

Only me,Originality

My trailed footprints cant be followed,
my thoughts cant be borrowed..
you can never use my words for hunger
you'll choke on them if you attempt to swallow.......
.....my words,
plagiarism is a crime
and taking words from me is a sin
reality is originality and
acting is to pretend
I don't claim to be anybody are anything
I can only be me,
I call it originality.........
.....I'm placed in front of no one
and no one is beside me,
some may call it being alone but I just call it
originality