Dreamer and a realist ( From the book "The man is still Radical")

Designed and replayed in my mind are pleasant imageries and beautiful sceneries that are both far and wide and these images will come alive and walk because they are not paralyzed. I desire to be a massive leader for the locals therefore I’m not passive with my pen or my vocals. Destined to have a universal reach and this reach is not out-of-range or out-of-reach. My ideas are beyond foreign parts, they are elsewhere my perspective oversee past overseas see, during the daylight I day dream, I fantasize during the moonlight and if my fantasies was to ever get surrounded by catastrophe I learned that is when I need to be the most positive because positivity will help me gain my trophy, the more hostile, the larger the smile. Picture this face… eyes closed, mouth open, as I crave over ways to get money in plenty along with a side of milk and honey. I can understand my clash and why it may seem as if my intent is all about cash, well there is a big confusion surrounding my delusions and why I’m engineering plans and having illusions of grander, in truth it would be grand to have thousands in pocket along with thousands cheering and applauding this man, but if I could save only one life that would be a delight and a fascination by estimation and reflection I believe that has been achieved- what I’ve required of my desire to inspire. My developments I will supply them then apply them, then I will let be known the objectives of my hallucinations are not just objects, I object that notion. With no doubt your wishes will sprout if you believe you will achieve. What I visualize should materialize, these pipedreams that I often administer are not sinister they are unselfish, daring and fearless. So I’m plotting and strategizing and enterprising my brain, I’m often exercising by way of imagination, I’m creating my next situation. I’m not just a dreamer; I’m also a realist because in reality my prayers and meditations have been published. 

The man is Radical (from the book The man is Radical)

(All genres in one.) The article read that one out of five children is poor. My addition is that and sadly one out of two adults are at war. So what are we fighting for? And where are the radicals and the hippies where are the heroes? Is there a such thing as help anymore, or is it just about gains and stock piles? Why do we worship trash, disregard souls? Why must I go to church, why can’t church come to me, or am I blind? My current contributions is a prayer at least, I truly admire those that live weak. I tell you the man is radical, really an intellectual, not your prototypical, anything but standard. More like; unusual, abstract, rebel, highly emotional, insanely ambitious, in a world of his own, out there, gone and not coming home anytime soon. A great debater, renown mediator, a peaceful man with a gun, calm expressions and internal rages. A leader following an arctic path. What you see is what you get but honestly you don’t know the half. Because I’m extreme with absolutely everything. Let me live or let me die either way fighting with love to get by. Unfamiliar with quit, though I recognize try. More instinctive then tactical. Overall just faithful, and the opposites say; “The man is Radical”

"Me"

I've done a whole lot on my own, one thing being getting in my own way. Slowing up my own progress, interfering with my own mission and quest to success. The hardships, like my financial state has been caused by me. I'm the creator of the majority if not all of my struggles. The hole that I'm in was dug with a shovel and by one person and that one person was me. I'd like to say and think that I'm responsible so this is me reacting responsibly and just maybe I'll turn things around and get off of the ground or even stop myself from sinking down further into the red. Because if my life is going to change, it's going to be changed by me. If I'm going to be successful it's going to be because of me. Dig myself out of that hole, me and that shovel. Where are all the others? Well, they are around, actually swimming next to me trying not to drown. Yeah, some are rooting me on, some are giving me tips on a better technique, others are pulling me down as they are sinking and trying not to drown. It's a great big ocean, be careful and look out for those great big sharks. Sharks, I hardly notice them and they hardly notice me. The sights are set on the inside, the inside. I'm not selfish at all either, I'm a firm believer in personal development, and you know what? Selfishness is very well healthy in few situations, this moment being one of the few. A completed me adds a prime-time player to the team, strengthens and makes the team better, for now that's only a dream, but key to making a dream come true is dreaming. Realistically, the whole truth and nothing but the truth is that nothing or no one is in the way of me making my dreams come true but- "ME".