I am the creator

Some sit back

Some sit and lack,

Some sit to think,

Some sit to blink.

Most use the brain,

In a matter of frame,

Psychomotor or cognitive,

Few brilliant and superlative.

To prevail is desired,

Since birth 'til retired,

Work we must

From dawn until dusk.

Achievement is in front,

Create and originate: the gut,

To go with the flow,

Then you will never know.

The Truth will Prevail

I know what you did Current mood: jedi Category: Writing and Poetry The truth is out there, I know what you did, I know you don't care, A conscience is not in your head. Most of us try to do good, Torment is your pleasure, Smiling the best you could To grasp the treasure. Only to rid of it, To hurt the one Who's hard work And justice goes undone. God is up there, ONe day all truths come To those who really care About respect and everyone.

WE'll see, I don't know if I can wait

Try and try do we,

Few selected will triumph,

Maybe just not meant to be,

Situations just seem to disgust.

Builds character, they say,

Working hard and for what?

To be stripped and it slips away,

For arrogance to bully up.

Does karma really exist?

Do workers get a fair share?

Or do the schemers really live?

While others have the world to bare?

Very few is justice done,

The world is getting so corrupt.

I don't like this dungeon,

This world that has become inept.