A lovely rose pedal

In scores of dreams falling head long onto ground
With painted vase cascading trim fallen down
A heart of stone created with a lasting change of the wind
A lovely rose pedal
Some men have a real heart in stone
Others just go backward and roam
Heart
In its unabashed stregnth
Guard it with all of your might with faith
Although many have set a visible guard & net
In eager times of fatal sadness and regret
Shadows in a fallin star
If there's a rose your good as born
Unless born under a bad sign
A human heart is an opened door by which to humbly explore
In sadness one can learn to respect even out of neglect
A soft fragrance with deepened regret
Through its treasured road of choice that we lead to destruction!
Yet a heart that is saturated with truth
This can withstand the truest test in time
A lovely rose pedal with lavender lace
A sweet sentiment of love that will always leave its trace

The Hustler

We each in effect invent ourselves
Yet our truest sense of power comes not by human hands
In regards to beautiful things
Nature lies dormant encircling its beckoning call
We make friends then will loose friends even after the fall
A swift yet loose current devides among hemisphere restraint;
In lasting silence there builds a waiting memory
Within austere peril circumstances will learn to take chances...

Through its barrage of pillars sifted in wind
The hustler doesn't ever regard his heavy weight of sin
In tormented rescue unleashed within its plausible quest
Within time their bridges are burning alluded in fire
A heightened fancy to fight off fame or gun for hire
A challenge to be free is a question of desire
With a filter through exchange to reach sought after peace
The hustler is determined to become a man at the top
Yet he will very often resist the proud then soon be a cop
In life, many times we make plans then break plans
The hustler looks ahead for sooner or not he will be dead
He makes a risky plan then sets out even with bullet in head!