I know you think you see thru me cuz in many ways we are one in the same
Tho what you seem to forget is in many ways I am one of a kind
I don’t follow the status quo, in fact I’m generally inclined to move against the flow
Honestly if you’d actually hear me out, you might finally see what I’m talkin’ ’bout
Instead of judgment of others based on old facts, nothing new
Makes it really hard to find any other view
There are many angles at which you may assess a situation or person
Sometimes things get tangled, information askew, may become perversion
Just as there are many sides to a story, paths taken to get to the same destination can contrast drastically too
Empty all the pride, set aside all the glory, past: shakin’ like a game it all changes fast and so dramatically
What you see and what you hear are not often similar to the thoughts that fill my head
Who you be when you’re here might soften your climb into my bed
Tho what you think or calculate ain’t often that clear
Even when you show your work, you can still miss the mark dear
Sure I may let you pass
Oftentimes I just would rather not fight and attempt to forcefully tilt your head
Such a miniscule difference at times can tip the world on such an axis that it will make your head spin
I realize you’ve been played and hurt before and you think our similarities are somehow lost here
Tho found you are my dear
Like the key to your house being attached mysteriously to the one for your car
Open up maybe you don’t have to actually let me in but I’ll tell ya now, as if you don’t already know
The more you open up, the more truth you’ll find shown
Not merely my truth but the universal reality
The ultimate epiphany
Not discovered with the methods that are thought to be tried, tested and true
When assessing solutions take a chance once in a while and start it with a clear slate
Let the blanks remain without guestimated hypotheses
Wait to physically touch or see the answer on its own
I don’t want you to be vulnerable, just to be more aware of all the variables
Instead of colour by number, wait to stumble into a masterpiece
Release, let fumble, allow it to roll
Maybe you can cross this bridge without a toll
You may or may not know the greatest beauty sprouts from some of the darkest pains
If you look hard enough you may see the light inside this darkened place
Lighthearted laughter before the show, doesn’t have to equal disaster you know.
Look me right in the face and tell me to stay Only to turn and walk the other way?
Still I try and best believe I’ll try again, I will always get back up, I will always live again
This will never be the end
Tag Archives: People
It Is What It Is? (I cannot stand this saying!!)
Isn’t it amazing how one voiced perception can sway so many in a completely different direction?
Some try to make it seem easier to follow offering infinite protection
Assuring you that you shall never again feel or fear that cruel sting of rejection
They won’t ask much, no one expects perfection
“So long as you listen closely and do things exactly the way I say, you will find no need for correction”
So easily some are entangled in their webs of deceit
Having you believe you’re winning when in reality you’ve unwittingly accepted defeat
Who could have known all alone you might feel more complete
Sadly I’ve come to realize I can rarely trust the smiling faces I meet
Tho I try not to forget each and every one of us is unique
Unfortunately there are so few left who have remained sweet
The ones you know you can always count on in your time of need
Those amazing few left unconsumed by that terrible greed
They’re there with only a moment’s notice, not a single hesitation nor a single second wasted waiting for you beg and plead
The ones who not only mean what they say, but always say exactly what they mean
© Shavon Taylor 2014
The more I hear people say this the more it bothers me! It is what it is? How about it is whatever you make of it!!!!!
Who the F*ck are You?
Time to take this world by storm
just wait till they see what i got in store
Fakes n phonies just thrown to the floor
That’s rite I’m at the plate n it ain’t dinner time, not commercial, industrial, nope not even coffee break
Imma crash down on em all so f*ckin hard you’ll feel thunder shake the earths core
Next comes lightning flash so brite ya lose sight
blinded, so now how u think you gonna fight?
My fame’s gonna spread like a bad rash
Albums passed ‘round like free cash
Everybody wants their piece of my sweet sweet pie
Guess what b*tches none of y’all were there
Not quite fair you didn’t see me n my inevitable fate
I bet sum people even getting a lil irate cuz ya just didn’t stack up
Now you’re claiming you’re rite there,
Like now your my back up?
Too good for me then, or just too f*ckin soup solid pretendin’ to be friends?
In reality you just had your backs up
You didn’t stand up when ya heard em talkin’ sh*t
That’s ok tho, that’s when I was busy writn’ this sh*t
News flash:
I don’t give a f*ck ‘bout you
Sure i did then, back when i thought you saw the power in me
Na, powerless more like what you thought of me
Instead you just tried taken advantage of me
Funny thing is:
Good things come to those who wait
Treatin’ me like lower class, trailer trash or better yet just 2nd rate?
Not once did you offer to clear your plate,
Banquet hall sittin’ in front of me then
Now you come to me wantin’ your just desserts?
Most of y’all ain’t gonna like it…
Mud pie extra worms
F*ck sum of you i’d pay to watch eaten ‘em while they squirm
You just laughed while u watched me fall
Well now how bout you try n uncry all those tears? Nope!
It’s exactly what you feared
This sleeping beauty just woke the f*ck up
Grabbed a Hoover n sucked her sh*t up
Many ppl who claim they knew me back when, they never knew me
N I aint givin’ another clue out for free
I was an open book to anyone who’d listen as I was trying to find myself
Now I remind myself, I did it by myself and I’d do it again
true i’ve f*cked up ain’t saying that’s why I’m proud
Everyone slips, sum stumble sometimes even crumble
Maybe just for now I forgot to be humble but nows my time to shine so I think it’s Okay…
act like you knew me?
WHO THE F*CK AM I TODAY?
©2014 Shavon Taylor
***WARNING***
I do not claim to be a rapper, strange the things that come out when you just allow them to. When I wrote this I remember imagining that I was already famous, to be honest it usually isn’t very often I am this confident! It felt good though, really good to not only be proud of my work but surprised by it as well! I never expected to write something like this yet I’m VERY glad I did! Hope you enjoy! For those who don’t like explicit lyrics, you may want to skip this one, tho it may be worth the read…
Time to take this world by storm
Just wait ’till they see what I got in store
Fakes n phonies just thrown to the floor
That’s rite I’m at the plate n it ain’t dinner time, nor commercial, industrial, nope not even coffee break
Imma crash down on em all so f*ckin hard, you’ll feel thunder shake the earths core
Next comes lightning flash so brite ya lose sight
Blinded, so now how u think you gonna fight?
My fame’s gonna spread like a bad rash
Albums passed ‘round like free cash
Everybody wants their piece of my sweet, sweet pie
Guess what b*tches none of y’all were there
Not quite fair, you didn’t see me n my inevitable fate
I bet sum people even getting a lil irate cuz ya just didn’t stack up
Now you’re claiming you’re rite there,
Like now your my back up?
Too good for me then, or just too f*ckin soup solid pretendin’ to be friends?
In reality you just had your backs up
You didn’t stand up when ya heard em talkin sh*t
That’s ok tho, that’s when I was busy writn’ this sh*t
News flash: I don’t give a f*ck ‘bout you
Sure I did then, back when I thought you saw the power in me
Na, powerless more like what you thought of me
Instead of help you just tried takin’ advantage of me
Funny thing is: Good things come to those who wait
Treatin me like lower class, trailer trash or better yet just 2nd rate?
Not once did you offer to clear your plate
Banquet hall sittin’ in front of me then,
Now you come to me wantin’ your just desserts?
Most of y’all aint gonna like it…Mud pie, extra worms
F*ck sum of you I’d pay to watch eatin ‘em while they squirm
You just laughed while u watched me fall
Well now how bout you uncry those tears?
Nope! It’s exactly what you feared
This sleeping beauty just woke the f*ck up
Grabbed a hoover n sucked her sh*t up
Many ppl who claim they knew me back when, they never knew me
N I aint givin’ another clue out for free
I was an open book to anyone who’d listen as I was tryin’ to find myself
Now I remind myself, I did it by myself and I’d do it again
True I’ve f*cked up ain’t saying that’s why I’m proud
Everyone slips, sum stumble sometimes even completely crumble
Maybe just for now I forgot to be humble, but now is my time to shine so I think it’s Okay, like you knew me?
Who the f*ck am I today???
Cloversallover.com
Who The F*ck Are You?
River Rock Walkin’
Down by the river pickin’ up some heart rocks
No music, just a few friends, even fewer talks
Serenity sensationally silencing, surprisingly
Lost in awe, thoughts contained, far from drained
Energy in fact picking up with the winds whim
Worries turn to wonders
While the wisdom washes away all cares
Nothing like the feeling of the crisp morning air
Chills to the bone like ripples around the crashing waves
Almost reminiscent of more youthful days
Soft soothing sloshing sounds slowly seeping in subconsciously
Finding myself reminding myself not to listen too intently
So easily I can get lost in my own thoughts
The mind almost begging for the change in the air to rub off
Hours can pass as quickly as the clouds
If I get caught in a daze
Sometimes it’s hard to see thru the misty morning haze
Even on some of the clearest days
©2014 Shavon Taylor @ Cloversallover.com
Forgotten Forest
I wonder if you seek your happiness in the same way I seek mine
With such cold calculation realizing there is none there to find
Saying with such pride “I’m ready to change”
In similarity do you too hide?
Afraid to accept a challenge, too timid to rise to your feet?
Too embarrassed and ashamed to ever admit defeat
“I’m in control of my life and what I say goes”
Somehow find it hard to shake that dreadful feeling that maybe you’re wrong
Or worse, maybe it shows
Hiding in anger for its so easy to find
All that’s needed is to press rewind Enough fuel to feed the fire and keep it burning hot
Haunted by the past even by some things you thought you forgot
You never know tho when they just might reappear
From the foggy forgotten forest, to the cripplingly crystal clear
That sad actuality that each cold and empty nite is exactly what you chose
Loneliness lingers longer than laughter
Especially when you feel it right down to your toes
©2014 Shavon Taylor CloversAllOver.com
Aching Acres
Windless whispers
Rustling sound of hushed secrets
Lost in the dusk
That twilight hour Before night gives way to black darkness
The scariest time of all
Lone dew drop in a desert
The last chance of survival
Can’t let those big fish swallow you no
So small and insignificant you seem imaginatively
Immensely winding woods
Tightly knit forest of dreams
Thoughts pop to memories
New beginnings from sad endings
A fog has drifted, dispersed
Slowly slippin on this slope
Up about it all I will float
Looking down, wondering, hoping, considering
Change is in the breeze
Change no longer a disease
Shifting slightly, Walking, talking lightly
Letting it all just fall
This time it must work
This time I’ll find the answers to it all
©2014
Please help Sheena get her son to and from Children’s Hospital
This is my friend Sheena and her 2 boys. I have known Sheena for a couple years now and I have to say she is one of the sweetest most caring and compassionate women and mothers I have had the pleasure of knowing. I noticed her status on Facebook the other day requesting help with making a page. Her eldest son was diagnosed in September 2013 as an epileptic and has had 4 seizures since. She needs to be able to get her self and her son from Chilliwack B.C to see a specialist at least every couple months in The Children’s Hospital in Vancouver B.C. (For those of you who don’t know that is an hour and a half drive)
Her problem is trying to pay her car insurance off. She has been making payments for 7 months now and sadly has yet to make a dent. The interest is the killer, every payment made seems to go almost unnoticed in the grand scheme of things. She is hoping that she can get enough together to try and make ICBC an offer they will accept, they are known to accept a great deal less than what is owed if offered a large lump sum payment.
As you may or may not know I was working on building my Facebook page’s audience as well as kick-starting my website. So I knew a little bit about what she needed to do so I messaged her right away! I started the page for her and then added her to the admin team. (Go figure in the process completely confusing my Facebook widgets both here on WordPress and on Facebook. lol) Thankfully someone suggested a gofundme.com account because I had no idea how to go about actually collecting money, all I could do is get her out there and hopefully help her get noticed.
I was actually thinking to auction off a couple autographed poems with real four leaf clovers that I have found along the way and dried out in one of my writing books, but I’m not really sure how to go about that either, any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
If you would like to help Sheena you can donate here http://www.gofundme.com/75ey64
I realize too that times are tough and some are finding it hard making ends meet themselves, to those of you I say if you want to help there is still a way!!!
Please Like, Share, Re-blog, &/or Re-post the more people who see this the more likely one is going to be able to help!
Thanks everyone for your support and kindness in advance.
Please Heed My Warning
GREED:
The most common source of violence world wide, the single worst emotion grown by far too many, the incurable hunger without harvest, the one thing that can drive you to do anything; even that ONE thing you never thought you could do. It infects minds, inflicts pain, brews anger and hatred in a revolting stew of aggression mix it with passion and what you will find is a disgusting, disfigured, dysfunctional, demon that only aims to destroy us all.
BEWARE: FOR NONE ARE TRULY EVER SAFE FROM THE EMOTION MOST EQUATE TO NEED
©2014 Shavon Taylor
Put a Finnish to it, Canadian Babies Should go in Boxes!
I just read this article and it literally brought tears to my eyes!
“Why Canadian babies should sleep in cardboard boxes like Finnish babies do”-The Globe and mail
The fact that the government won’t cover maternity leave unless you have paid into E.I. is bad enough, but to look at the children in Canada and the national poverty crisis! How many expectant mothers don’t even bother to see a doctor before they have no choic? The incentive plan the finnish have put in action is quite clearly an effective one! Their message is a comforting and supportive one, a small guesture that says “You matter and so does our baby.” Yes OUR baby, that baby will grow in OUR country, be taught in OUR schools, follow OUR laws, and become an essential part of our community. Don’t we want OUR children to grow up in the same nurturing and healthy environmen? Don’t we want OUR children to proudly say “I am Canadian!”? Please help me tell the Canadian governement it’s time to stop attempting to hide our problems in the boxes they keep in the back on the top shelf and start putting babies in them, with love and care in hopes to help each and every one get the start at life they deserve!