Roots Reverie

Winter by Roots Reverie

I Want To Know Your Plans by Roots Reverie

A Seasonal Thing by Roots Reverie

Lately I have noticed it seems hard for you to focus, and it feels like you are shrinking away. I know that it seems dark, in the lonely place you are, and it seems more comfortable just to stay. But whatever it is in your way That keeps you from embracing today, I hope it doesn’t hold you back for too much longer. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much more. The gift of desperation led to my own transfo...

Rebirth by Roots Reverie

Running away never did anything for a man like me. I always tried to escape, to leave my actions in the dust and debris. Well, here we are. Where do I begin? It's been about a decade since I last checked in. And I could write a short novel about the places that I've been. I look back on old photos of those twenty-something faces, all of the memories, all of the different place that we never even t...

Once upon a time, I watched you flourish with a slew of hopes and dreams you chased that we'd all nourish but somewhere along the path you took you lost your way. And now every single day, well I get up and I pray for all the dreams you've held to finally come true. For your demons to go away, that you'd keep them all at bay, and you'd finally live a life like you never knew. I've been watching pa...

Last night, I had a beautiful dream that I bought our old building on 41st Street. And I took over the upkeep of the place where we used to sleep. I knew I needed some assistance, so I placed the call. Then some friends that I could count on helped me tear down the walls. And brick by brick, we watched that building fall. Then I toiled and I slaved for months at a time, structured life from its fo...

If I could talk to myself at the age of five, that terrified little boy, who just watched his baby sister die, I would hold his hand as he grew past six and seven and tell him never to lose his faith as he searched for her up in the heavens. If I could talk to myself at the age of twelve, that isolated adolescent, who felt ashamed and overwhelmed, I would hug him tightly as he described all the ta...

I wish that I could find a way to have you channel into my brain waves so you could understand just how it is how I always seem to end up like this For a minute or two yeah, that's all I need. For a minute or two, so I could explain it to you. You see, on paper I've got everything I need, the brains, the talent, the loving family. But I reach this point where my mind starts to lie. It tells me tha...

I spend all of my days thinking there's gotta be a way for me to shake your memory from my brain. You've haunted me for years causing blood, sweat, and tears, and at the end, all that I feel is shame. And what do I have to show? Where did all that time go? But what you don't know, is how much I just how much I'll miss you, darling. And before I go, I'll walk for now in your shadow. I've wasted so...

There will be times that you'll feel tired, oh there will be times you'll feel alone. There will be times that this world will make you feel so small, but in this moment I hope that you will remember to call. I hope that you will remember to call. There's never shame in feeling hopeless. Everyone's entitled to feel down. We can all stumble and find ourselves far from alright. But in those moments...

There was a time that I believed that the very thing that I need is a healthy sense of self respect and dignity. This self empowered sort of drive helped me keep a dying dream alive and develop strength and confidence in my abilities. And now I think I'm ready... I've learned to be the person that I'm supposed to be, and I've learned that this world isn't just about me, and I've learned to be the...

"Sometimes I Rhyme Fast (Car)" (ft. Drew Torres) originally by Tracy Chapman and Nice N' Smoov by Roots Reverie

THE ACT OF MY ADORING I recently found myself sitting alone inside a chapel, and it almost felt like it had been against my will. You see, the “God” thing is an issue with which I’ve always grappled, from a very young age, and even now still. The truth is, that if “He” is really some being up in the clouds, there are a lot of things that I’d never have the guts to say. Because I’m the type of man...

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