If money isn’t the secret to happiness, what is?
"I honestly think it’s attitude. It’s working with what you’ve got, and how you feel about it and the people around you and the life you lead. And being thankful for what you have."
-- Sara Plant
If money isn’t the secret to happiness, what is?
"I honestly think it’s attitude. It’s working with what you’ve got, and how you feel about it and the people around you and the life you lead. And being thankful for what you have."
-- Sara Plant
You had asked for forgiveness on Monday, we all forgave unanimously
You ask to bear no malice for Wednesday and we all accepted the apology
You will ask for grace on Sunday, we will let bygones be bygones so kindly
You must give us amnesty, we haven’t forgotten Monday’s tearful melancholy
You labelled men no more then kisses printed on a wish penny that lingers
You still dream of life with Mr. Satin to float day and night over latin moon’s flicker
You take a closer look, we are no less then a broken feather placed in a book
You are our eyes to witness what we have been missing in an ailing relationship
You are our sensitive nose to sneeze the coldness that bears our painful pass
You are our ears to patiently listen to the sound of hope to love from gloominess
You are a constant tender touch of the hand that will lead out of the darkness
You are our voice to whisper: “Te amo sucrerie de mon coeur I am born again”
You are the reason, every February, men jump, wave, sing and dance for joy
You stood tall on deaf ears when little boys played with your mind like a toy
You are magical with your smell of mango that tickles the air with your smile
You are a lady who giggles gorgeous silk blue butterflies over ocean Wxyz
You all embody the same insecurity with different name identity, isn’t that crazy
You must wonder why our friendship fumbled when our trust popped like a bubble
You turn to sadness when we uncover the chuckle wasn’t a sign of your happiness
You shouldn’t keep white nervous shy lies neatly folded in your life’s precious purse
You keep black flies in your mind with stress marks around your neck like a scarf
You were not a Facebook internet friend with pink ribbon benefits tide on the ends
You are a miracle before our eyes as sure as Christmas and God are China made
You and our love will never fade as we turnover yet another misunderstood page
You will be strong to look within to find the key to break free from your youth’s cage
You are proud, excluded at the disciples diner table to burned your corset in rage
You hold a beautiful intelligent soul with gorgeous hair that falls down to your back
You must know that real men wouldn’t care even if you use to smoke pipe crack
You can stop the blaming game, be yourself even if all your teeth had turn black
You will one day realize, we are different with names like Teddy, Eddie or Trevor
You are you, now walk away from the negative reflections from your hand mirror
-- Louis Mercier
I could have drove to Madison Square Garden's partying
Should have flown to Time Square after my phone ring
Smell of fish on Sutphin Boulevard was always breathtaking
The R train, E train, S train, T train is ready for boarding
Took a healing ride out West, a queen’s soul needed saving
The journey ends April 7th 2011, I’m back home hustling
Like an illegal alien off the boat in New York, Brooklyn
Praising Jah in falsetto, I’ll be condo cold shower singing
My thoughts are crystal picture clear, worth crayons coloring
Saw big trees larger then a Yankee championship’s ring
With mountains taller then a few Empire State building
Rode 8,932 km of majestic land to see dolphins kissing
Slept with one eye open like an Harlem priest praying
While my cabin’s bed motioned left to right cradle rocking
On the Lynn Canyon suspension bridge, I was walking
Over troubled waters like the Manhattan bridge crossing
Had three meals per day fit for an entire subway rats gazing
Beat Wall St. on two consecutive days, shouldn’t be bragging
Love handle to burn as I stepped onto Stanley park’s parking
Not your average Central park, as Jimmy kept misbehaving
Didn’t see the signs of her youth experiences, forever following
Can’t trust the taste of a sweet coconut, soon will be crying
Walked through Main Street blind with my head scratching
How did Ms. Liberty found me here? I’m now wondering
Adam was right! Can’t live without them in Summer or Spring
Live and learn is so amazing, must keep remembering
Enough said, some people are too sensitive to my joking
A single picture is worth a thousand words, wrote smiling
Forever sixteen on my journey worth bedroom framing
-- Louis Mercier