Mike Tyson was the greatest fighter the world has ever known. During his rise in contention he displayed a focus driven force of will, reinforced by simple mantras whispered into his own ear by his own lips, “I shall not fail, I must succeed”. And he did succeed, a success that is not defined properly.

Everybody has eyes on the prize, played King Of The Hill as children. Our parents and mentors could relate with us on that endeavor. And they all tried to teach us how to reach the top. But out of everyone that were able to reach it, only a handful, once reaching it, could remain there for any significant measure of time. Nobody knows how to teach that lesson.

Mike Tyson was the greatest fighter in the world, until he became the greatest fighter in the world!!!

The blade was thrust in

So hard

The tip was left

Wedged into his left femur

A pool of blood

Steadily grew from where he lay...

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About a half a mile

Up ahead

A woman continued to walk

Along Lovers Lane

Alone!!!

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Did we all believe it could never happen?? ?

Soft thy lips

Kisses sweet

Samples of divine

A gesture forms

The lips of thee

& placed them over mine.

Too much

Too soon

Too eagerly

To believe it

To be true

Or was it all a dream?

One thing I think

A lot about

If it could of been

My last known death

Began this life

Until I die again.

~~~STB

It really only matters if they are bigger than me. The other day this guy half my size called me Einstein, so I beat his ass right then and there.

Moral of this story, or any other story,in my opinion, to grab their ID card and take a picture of to send to your homeboys.

Yet Einstein did raise a valid point—-“If you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its entire life thinking it is stupid”.....

Because I wasn’t able to text message my homeboys before they burnt his house down. I’m pretty sure I didn’t answer the question as it was intended.

There is nothing more magnificent

Than seeing a white owl flying in the light

Of a full moon.

As it perches

Onto a telephone pole

Looking down, curiously amused.

As most of us cherish this experience

On a nightly stroll through

A nice quiet neighborhood.

It’s hard not to count the blessings

It takes to be awarded such a gift

To consider it all their own.

If only one could see themselves

From a different point of view

As they stare up at the owl wondering....

(The owl watches a stealthy serial killer

Appear from the bushes behind

And stab his victim multiple times)

....Why they are so special

To comprehend the significance

Of something which was never meant for them!!!

My first life ended halfway

Through the third attempt found out

Life is not the fun we thought

We earned by just showing up alive

A seemingly simple yet secret trick

Taught by those

Who finally passed away

Their second life’s begun

To unravel way too quick

A flicker flicks a way to fix

The liquor mixed it with a flavor

To sweet to go unnoticed

Strong in ways a heavy haze hungover

Hangs from what has been undone

Each life drags us to a place

We find cannot be found

By searching for the same old thing

We buried in the ground...

Once we cast, what burdens us

Too bulky to surmise

Any use the next life will

Be dug up from the ground

Deja Vu is the new voodoo

Rising from a grave

If taught in school we would learn the rule

And make into a law

No place is sacred, no time is right

No secrets to reveal, what time we spend

From start to end

These words we have just read

Took as long as one day living

As short as one day dead!!!

Days like this

Are hard to find

And last as long as we forget

To appreciate the little things

Of what we are denied

No reason to regret.

For all we know

We think our thoughts

Without any understanding

And as if

On queue a spark ignites

A flame so bright & brilliant & lit the way

A place no word by itself would lay

Onto a page so little of content

By marking with a scent

Sweet enough to read aloud

To whom we fear is only listening

For their turn to fill with a silence

All their own

Too many days like this

Are stolen from

The next yesterday we find

Thrown into the trash

By the swift slick sticky fingered thief

That wished it was tomorrow

Instead of the day

We spend together two paragraphs away

From misspelled ruins of ancient plots

Too thick too full too insincere

To breathe within oneself

And hear it disappear

The setting sets a sight beholden in whispers

Softly bellied up slipping in your ear

Answers simply lighten up

Without a chance

To figure in the question

What was I to do today

Before tomorrow

Is too late

For yesterday was stretched too far

Away from what makes

Us what

We wished it was

The day we waste away!!!

When alone

There is this darkness

I seem to find

Hidden somewhere deep within

That forces me to turn

Against myself.

I try not to scream

Or laugh

Or even think

That the cause of all my suffering

Is of my own accord.

The effect is a feeling too reluctant

To see eye to eye

To dig a little deeper

To meet halfway where

The pain can sit secretly in

Between our stubborn silence.

Although we may glance

In each other’s direction

We quickly turn away

From whatever which we are too afraid to find...

That happiness is nothing

But an uphill hike,

With no peak,

In which to reach—-& found

Only if the first step

Is made together!!!