The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

Ambition Lost

When our ambition becomes lost or clouded, we stray from where God is sending us.  Your goal is to write about ambitions lost or reclaimed.

When I approached June, he told me he wanted to make sure what he dropped was real. So he took his time and gave me one of his best.  I appreciate that in a poet. Our craft deserves to be taken seriously.


69 responses

  1. Very deep and powerful June. Thanks for hosting the LAB.

    November 15, 2011 at 9:04 am

    • Hey 7even, I gotta thank u for being so gracious with me man, I know i’m a bit cumbersome! I ~SaLute what ur doing, so keep keepin on & thanks for the opportunity 2 share. G’z ^UP fam. BPEACE. 4-3 The graphics R hella tyght brah, again… thanx!

      November 15, 2011 at 5:38 pm

      • No prob brother. I’m glad we finally got it out. This is a great topic and your sure rocked it.


        November 15, 2011 at 11:05 pm

    • To reach across the walls of deaf ears with a bright light that has a loud sound of a truth penetrating into the life and soul of the hearing
      is the gift just shared by June……………Still hearing it………….

      November 15, 2011 at 7:57 pm

      • Reece- thank u famlee, ur a certain inspiration… LUV.

        November 16, 2011 at 1:19 am

  2. Poetic Ray

    I must say.. this is definitely one to dissect and ponder on. I can tell that this is a blood sweat and tears piece intricately weaved to inspire. I enjoyed this write thoroughly


    November 15, 2011 at 9:23 am

  3. Poetic Ray

    That get-up-and-go… that spiritual no-doze
    That vitalizing sniff up the nose
    Is what cracks codes and grants passes
    Determining the fate of the masses
    But even the one with the most drive can be detoured
    The many ‘access deniers’ can assure that you’re no longer insured
    And they’ll say you lost your ambition
    That you failed to bring into fruition
    The dreams that you dreamed even on empty hopes
    And you have to return the wishes they say you stole
    Off of the tree of life
    But the truth is…
    Your ambition’s not lost
    There has been an increase in the cost
    For something that was never really yours to begin with
    The only thing we ever owned is our sin
    And that’s all we’ll get credit for in the end
    Walking around motivated to play pretend
    Until we begin to resemble failure’s twin
    While our borrowed ambitions blow in the wind

    © 2011 Tha Wurd Glutton

    November 15, 2011 at 10:35 am

    • Poetic Ray I ‘preciate Ur wordz brah, and the sauce you spread on the process jus addz 2 the flavor.
      I tried 2 come at this in a similar fashion, but could never get the connect 2 connect… BPEACEC fam… ONE.

      November 15, 2011 at 5:34 pm

      • Poetic Ray

        Lol I’m a ‘sis’ but uh thank you 🙂 *Rachel Benson* on facebook…

        November 15, 2011 at 11:53 pm

    • Staggering Punch of Though!!!

      November 15, 2011 at 8:00 pm

    • “The only thing we ever owned is, our sin ” For some reason it stands out to me, maybe its the sinner in me, not sure. So many lines here I enjoyed reading. .
      Its a shame how ambition is easily lost to the winds! Thank you for sharing this piece!

      November 15, 2011 at 10:34 pm

      • Poetic Ray

        thank you for receiving it Jackie.. much appreciated

        November 15, 2011 at 11:51 pm

    • The only thing we ever owned was our sins”, damn that is hot. Wonderfully done. Thanks for reppin in the LAB.


      November 15, 2011 at 11:03 pm

      • Poetic Ray

        it was my pleasure D 🙂

        November 15, 2011 at 11:51 pm

    • MizzFab

      great job i love this !

      November 16, 2011 at 2:31 am

      • Mizz Fab u R the Truth, I know U so i’ma speak on taht… Thank u Queen. How come u didnt write nothin? I know U got a verse on why it iz Abitiopn iz turned into tuitons unpaid, niggeros laid, then plaid, sprayed hipocricy on top of some uncooth policy, philosophy’s not philosophical, historical fantasies, broke niggaz on brandy treez…
        What up Soulja!! ONE> prv 21:31

        November 16, 2011 at 3:14 am

    • hamza


      November 16, 2011 at 9:42 pm

      • Poetic Ray

        thank you

        November 17, 2011 at 5:55 am

  4. Medalist poet

    Stupendous…i love each line,great piece there.!.

    November 15, 2011 at 7:56 pm

    • Thanx 4 takin the time to read fam…

      November 16, 2011 at 1:21 am

    • 4 real? don lie…. but thanx. m 4 real.

      November 16, 2011 at 3:16 am

  5. Wow, indeed this is something to disect, so much has gone into this piece, it is a fantastic and powerful write! Depth and strength are behind your words… Execellent!

    November 15, 2011 at 10:20 pm

    • Me thanx u Jackie, it was a different process tyrna write, David gave me the topic, and I thought; well I can do that- No proB. But being given a topic, and writing on it was not easy 4 me. I normally go off the vibes and words, the reading, and current of the life goinz on in the moment. It waz fun doe, and thanx 4 reading!! Luv…
      ONE> Prv 21:31

      November 16, 2011 at 1:27 am

  6. MizzFab

    june amazing piece and great topic i will be back

    November 16, 2011 at 2:30 am

  7. MizzFab

    i hope this is ok

    she was told she would amount to nothing
    a pile of exhiled trailer trash
    wearing an invisible label on her back
    she never aspired to be anyone
    she never made wishes
    cause she knew no matter what
    she would be a nobody
    and nobodies didnt go to college
    they never got married
    settled down or had kids
    they never ran for president
    just away from the world
    she was told she was worthless
    and she could careless
    her value was already set
    so she had nothing to look forward to
    no ambition
    no motivation
    nothing to reach for
    every star in the sky had already be counted for
    and wishes where for the foolish
    so she just sat on the side lines
    watching life pass her by
    wondering when would it be her time
    to jump in
    when someone would notice her
    and like cinderella she would finally have her chance
    but the glass slipper never did fall off her foot
    and the only happy ending she had left
    was a gun cocked to her head
    cause she thought death was her only friend
    and all she had left was silent cries
    pacing wildly waiting for some void to be filled
    but it never would
    untill she realized her true value
    and since people told her she was worthless
    she believed it
    never built herself up
    just tore herself down
    till she was a dilapidated fortress
    with a for sale sign
    yet no one was buying
    or even looking for a woman who didnt even know her worth
    so she burried herself alone
    and continued to sit on the sidelines
    waiting and anticipating for someone to save the day
    lacking all motivation to better herself
    she never reached high
    or achieved anything
    she just stayed in one place and expected to grow
    unaware she was getting nowhere…………………

    November 16, 2011 at 2:56 am

    • FAB, I believe 7even shoulda got you4 dis… what you’ve added to ambition, 4 a person that knows not the well where the wishes & tuitions iz bought & sold… The mindstate of the Ambitious w/o KNOWLEDGE support not; love or learning, a reason to care, but Beware of dem DoGGz, huh? they alwayz there… LOVE U FABB!

      November 16, 2011 at 3:28 am

    • Poetic Ray

      Wow, you could very easily be writing about me in this piece! This is reality for way to many… if it weren’t for this gift of poetry I’d still be this chick in your piece. Incredible scribe MizzFab


      November 16, 2011 at 5:09 am

    • Wonderfully written MizzFAB. I sure miss your writing. I need to visit you more often. Mad love and respect for you and your pen.


      November 16, 2011 at 1:41 pm

  8. Shattered
    By David Cardenas

    I woke up wondering, “What happened to me”
    I lay paralyzed staring at the ceiling in my bed
    Crowded by life, but now I’m asking to see
    “Why does every feeling I have, lay here dead”

    Every dream shattered, every ambition lost
    My drive is stuck in park as my mind idles
    It seems I’m dead to the fact that livings lost
    As I stare at it all and try to get an eye full

    Me and my mirror appear to be enemies
    Because what I see is not the same as he shows
    His explanation of me is a broke down entity
    And he softly whispers to me, “just let go…”

    But I can’t, so we verbally assault each other
    Until it become volatile and fists begin to fly
    I hit him and he cracks, shatters and shutters
    And he screams, “JUST CUT YOUR WRIST AND DIE”

    I hold a piece of the shard glass along with my dreams
    And contemplate my fate; my every emission tossed
    The shattered mirror screams as the blood begins to stream
    And I too lay shattered with every ambition lost

    November 16, 2011 at 1:38 pm

    • “Me & my mirror appear 2B enemies, Bee cuz what I see’s not the same as he shows…”

      Strictly Dope…

      November 17, 2011 at 1:45 am

      • I appreciate it June. You are a wonderful host, brother.


        November 17, 2011 at 6:29 am

    • OH! this pierces me to the heart. So very sad David. I’m glad its ‘Only a poem’ but, OMG! what a fantastic write!

      November 17, 2011 at 5:25 am

      • Thank you Frankie,l I wanted to give it a bleak look. Yes, it is just a poem.


        November 17, 2011 at 6:21 am

    • Poetic Ray

      “The shattered mirror screams as the blood begins to streams
      And I too lay shattered with every ambition lost”

      Ah man D that goes hard! Potent poetry right here.. my goodness

      November 17, 2011 at 6:01 am

      • Thank you very much Poetic Ray. That really means a lot coming from such a prolific writer.


        November 17, 2011 at 6:28 am

  9. hamza


    Born into this Right Of Passage
    By parents who’s intelligence
    Is below average
    They can’t see the light
    So they can’t teach the light
    No wonder why my personality
    Is some what savage
    With these weighty sin’s
    I can’t raise my head to take intrest
    With the clock ticking down
    You catch the vibe from my frown
    I didn’t ask to be here to begin with
    Resting my beliefs on liar’s & depriver’s
    Head gimick’s
    They keep the light to the road
    Of redemption blemished
    The road I’m upon is made of shifty sand
    So if I dig for foundation
    My grave is brought by my own hand
    My thoughts are tangled in a crisis
    So many confusing devices
    Being preached by so many anti-christ’s
    They said I don’t believe in lord jesus
    Because I questioned their thesis
    So I was labeled blasphemous
    Cause my answers didn’t contain reason
    I put my faith on the shelf
    Only a few Christian felt how I felt
    You mean to tell me the greatest story
    About my lord is the day he killed himself???
    They said..”when I die, my punishment will suit-cha”
    But I searched for my wake-up call
    And all yall proved to be is mute rosters
    Now I’m band from the church
    And at last my hope is tossed
    I was last seen
    Walking into to eye of the storm
    Died with no answers
    Ambition lost


    November 16, 2011 at 4:01 pm

    • Very deep and very powerful. Thanks for coming through Hamza. You killed it.


      November 16, 2011 at 9:04 pm

    • Damn Hamza, iss like your were writing my life. I felt ery word you wrote, it mirrored my own young xistence so much I had to re read it aloud!! BPEACE … ONE> prv 21:31

      November 17, 2011 at 1:49 am

    • Poetic Ray

      Whoa! This piece is incredibly in tune with so much of me! Deep and powerful!

      November 17, 2011 at 5:59 am

  10. Spirit

    I must say that I just witnessed GreatNess!!

    November 16, 2011 at 4:31 pm

  11. I remember a time when I thought life was easy. I thought that nothing was going to hold me back from my dreams. Dreams of being a writer and having books published. Dreams of selling hundreds and hundreds of novels. As I grew older the realization began to sink in. I no longer feel as if life is easy. I realize that there is something holding me back from my dreams. Reality is the bills are piling up and my book is no longer a dream. Its become a goal that has been pushed aside. Now I sit here trying to get back on my feet. But as they say, Rome wasn’t built in a day.

    November 16, 2011 at 5:14 pm

    • Nice one Sarah, your ambitions are not lost, but put on a shelf. Just remember to dust them off periodically and make them shine.


      November 16, 2011 at 5:26 pm

    • What D said w/o a doubt & dont feel like the lone ranger either! We all, in one way or another have dreamz that have been deferred. My uncle told me B4 he died that if I wanted 2B a poet; then I wanna B broke. Well I dont wanna B broke, but jus haveing enough iz enough. Ya know? BPeace …

      November 17, 2011 at 1:53 am

  12. tryin tryin u an mom always are there to remind me when things get hard an i feel like giving up. yall are my rocks. luv u both

    November 16, 2011 at 5:27 pm

  13. dgreaves

    June Amaru…man im diggin this vibe and also Ur new elevation. Bro no one deserves the spotlight more than U. U have much to say and U say it well. One!

    November 16, 2011 at 8:11 pm

    • MY BIG brother in ryme,& rythm, Man I waz hopeing you would make this trek. Ambitionz like chittlinz when they get 2 stinkin, huh? w/o knowledge. if your born in hostility, you learn to fight. I’m done fightin’ Big homie, i’ma jus live & give, and I know what comes back I wont regret. BEPEACEFUL D’ee. LUV.

      November 17, 2011 at 1:58 am

  14. “Fluids”

    I was wet
    And sticky with you
    All over me
    Wondering what you might do
    Sitting sauté d in my
    Grinning wide and deep
    I can still feel your lips…

    And o the places you’ll go
    Especially when you feeling
    Your clitoris
    Soaked and throbbing
    In those luscious
    I took sips from your river
    And I dove so deep
    In the sea of you that
    I nearly drowned before
    I came up for breath


    I dove again
    Absorbing the scents,
    The moistures,
    The heat….

    So awesome
    The feeling of your
    Your spasms,
    Your moans…
    A sound barrier that I
    Hardly noticed while swimming
    In Love’s secretion(s)
    My countenance drenched
    And gleaming
    Like a greedy kid with a face
    Full of glaze
    Amazed at the sweets I stumbled
    There I was
    Wet and sticky
    Your fluids
    Intense and creamy
    Steamy like locomotion
    This potion is so damn intoxicating
    My thoughts derail like amtrack
    Into your forest of seduction
    We did 23 x 3
    Exploring our sex in multiples
    Arithmetic equations of
    Love making leaving
    Us both dazed and confused
    Disregarding the rules
    Of engagement
    Douse me with your fluid
    As the rain which immerses the pavement
    I am yours!

    UrbanVoodoo Copyrights Reserved © 2011

    November 16, 2011 at 8:33 pm

    • Off the topic, but a great poem none the less. Thanks for dropping by and posting.


      November 16, 2011 at 9:01 pm

    • thas hella ambitious right there homie!

      November 17, 2011 at 1:59 am

  15. I’m commin up around the way, you know I gotta B strong, a lotta people point they fingerz, try and swear a niggaz wrong, cuz i’m runin wit this gang, it aint no rules, i’m ditchin school , choppin rocks, a nigga to damn cool,cuz i’m gettin more pussy than the average type nigga, cant come up short fool, pimpin payz figures, so when your on the outside peep into my cage, Be right if your rich, i’m still in a rage, so I digg another ditch/ Baby brother gone, time I turn the fuggin page, blinded by ambition, at the gravesight wishin, maybe I could be better, stop fishin & maybe listen, 2 the silence in my thought, never taught nothin, so I fought, the hostility inside, my ignored abilities moved me not,
    In all my yearning, urging God 2 please purge me, one foot in the grave, hopein’ one day He might take me, He never did though, so I still sit in awe, Raw illusionary delusions keep tantilizing my thought/ process blessed & I aint really shyt, step back for a sec; just to catch my fuggin breath, unrest like invasionz faded on a daily, get higher & higher just tryna get by the pain/ the 15 shots I still got in my 9ine millameter, the mutha fuggin niggaz still tryna take mine & kill me, so i’m a creeper, I bends another corner without a thought to spare- shots ring out and now i’m fully aware- I was blessed with everything I truely needed in life/ My ambitionz gone now, with the stress & the strife…. off da dome~

    November 17, 2011 at 8:44 am

    • Dude, this is raw and real. I am really feeling this one. Now I have to sharpen my pencil. Great job.


      November 17, 2011 at 12:27 pm

  16. This piece was a great piece of individual examination of the innocence stolen. governing one’s self to dare to dream with care….Thank you June, again great piece.









    November 17, 2011 at 2:15 pm

    • Very nicely written Sonya. Thanks for reppin big up in here… up in here


      November 17, 2011 at 2:51 pm

    • hey Sonya, I thank u for taking the time, analyzing the toppic, and droppin’ some more seasoning to the gumbo that we term poetry. I am honored! thank you… 4-3~

      November 17, 2011 at 6:10 pm

  17. Is this Trendy

    They say you fallen off
    I say you have fallen down
    What happen to that pride
    What happen to the fighter
    Now its shoot to kill
    And dress you so call swag
    Figures that used to stand tall
    Now for sake of trend
    What happen to uplifting your woman
    Now you call her bitch and kick her down
    For what? All for the sake of trend
    We don’t need more followers
    We need more leader s
    Most of us are followers
    Why? Because we follow trends
    What happen to uplifting your man
    Now you call him sorry ass when money don’t flow
    Why is that? You do it because of what you may heard
    Or opinion of a no man having friend girl may say .
    We don’t need any more followers
    What happen to the day when standing alone was ok
    Now we are like Cookie cutter drones
    All for the sake of a trend.
    Music, Tv, Movies Is suppose to supply a
    Fake get away
    For sake of trend it has become reality.
    We don’t need any more followers
    We need more leaders or just stand
    Stand alone you might like it.
    Stand alone that way you know you are your own

    November 17, 2011 at 5:44 pm

    • Veeeeeeery nicely written. “What happen to the day when standing alone was ok”. This is so true. Thanks for the uplift Chas. Great take on the topic.


      November 18, 2011 at 1:29 am

  18. Charles Spencer jr.

    Ackknowledge something exists in ambition lost
    the pain thats felt is The Dawns truest Cost
    Acknowledging the truth inside is the thing
    born between Shit and piss what is your Eye seeing
    and Calling truth is it really real?
    Or does your Ambition have to change some Still
    And in changing should we start with ourselves
    realizing you’re brilliant but polluted with thoughts of Wealth
    and greed Ambition the seed telling you go get more
    The Hidden Dragon behind the fire inside Crouching Tigers
    Tied Chiefs the way saw light today so we know longer Byers
    Left U out because I doubt Financial Ambitions the way
    In truth and Light the C…ing Give Sight and Lead to a brighter day
    Built a Bridge for me to come and C… How lost it is I am
    My God is truth my faith my proof that True Love can save a man
    Thats lost like me Ambitiously trying to better understand
    can only be done when Faith in the Son frees you from your dungeon
    Been Freed Emancipated my thoughts now liberated and what do I C…
    My brilliance was corrupted because I thought I knew something that can’t really be
    A fallen reality produced thoughts in me Am bit i on or maybe tion But Still I Am the C…
    and in the mirror I C… A higher Reality Judges me when I think I know Ambition
    And on that day Jesus holds a mirror to me and says can you C… your own REFLETION

    November 17, 2011 at 10:41 pm

    • Very deep Charles. nicely done.


      November 18, 2011 at 1:32 am

      • Hey C… I waz hopEing you would make the trip fam! This here iz prolific …ish, on a spiritual plane. Seems 2 me over and again in life we come to these different junctions, where decisions must be made in order for us to grow. Being connected spiritually enables a person to choose right, do right, and know that ultimately it’s ok. C… You that Dude man!! thanx 4 shARING FAM!

        November 18, 2011 at 3:46 am

  19. She loves me; she loves me not
    But all she wants is me to be someone that time forgot
    Someone who caters to her needs a lot
    How can she love him, if me is all that she got
    I got to leave…..
    I tried hard be there with no success
    I want change but it takes time and there is to much stress
    And what happens if I change, then there would be no me left
    She said I don’t want to try, no I just don’t want to forget
    My ambitions lost…..
    I see no more reason for me to try
    Although she cry, I can no longer wipe the tears from her eyes
    Just let out a sigh, because it so hard to say goodbye
    But I can’t please her and let my inner self fade and die
    What can a man do…
    You see, I’ve been trying to put in the work
    And it seems as everything I thought was better has only become worst
    An attempt to heal only seems to make it hurt
    Better leave before the pain leaves me in a hearse
    Sorry I’m gone

    November 18, 2011 at 6:55 pm

    • I love the style that you wrote this. Such an honest feel to it. BP always coming through with the realness.


      November 18, 2011 at 7:03 pm

    • Phoenix I am diggin your script bro. Very real; an honest look inside the heart of every man who’s honest and introspective enough 2 admit to himself that letting go iz at times the only way to complete yoiur own person growth. Grow fam… I’ma grow wit ya!! 4-3~

      November 18, 2011 at 11:39 pm

  20. Nicholas Malone

    They took my ambition
    I fought and lost
    Revenge is served cold
    With fevers and coughs
    When I was young
    I wanted to be a doctor
    Or a scientist
    They said that I was dumb
    Life is short
    I would die and quit
    In high school
    I made bad grades and failed
    Best friend sold drugs
    And was sent to jail
    I dropped out of school
    And I drop my ambitions
    My present and future
    Is riddled with omissions
    All I needed
    Was someone to believe in me
    And care
    But I’m defeated
    No longer can I fight
    This isn’t fair
    It injured my pride
    And it sapped my will
    They crumbled my beginnings
    Before I could build
    Before I knew it
    My conscience and confidence
    Had vanished
    Exiled from the hopeful
    I am damaged
    I just want to win
    And triumph and prosper
    And be a roll model
    To the kids without fathers
    Don’t loose hope
    Misery you will cross
    Embrace faith
    Or ambition will be lost………

    November 19, 2011 at 4:02 am

    • very deep scribbles fam. a mini biography 4 many of us, including my self. So much is taken for granted as youngsterz; mostly we do what we see, and what is said to us resonates far into the future; until by the grace of God, and our own ommision, we learn to live & give, realizing that what we learned iz, was & will continue 2B wrong. I applaud your Pen, and I revel in your spirit! ~ONE fam, BPEACE~

      November 19, 2011 at 5:01 am

      • Nicholas Malone

        Thank u very much june for the compliment and when I read your poem. I was very inspired by your words and I had to write to this topic to share my story about how so many of us grow up lost and confused and it takes hard work and sacrifice for us to understand that we can’t never give up and we must pursue our goals and follow our dreams.

        November 19, 2011 at 5:25 am

    • Great message of hope through dispear. I love the flow of it as well as the truth behind it.


      November 20, 2011 at 4:08 am

      • Nicholas Malone

        Thanks David, for the compliment. I appreciate it very much.

        November 20, 2011 at 3:42 pm

  21. Awesome penning June! That’s some real talk right there! xo

    November 21, 2011 at 1:35 am

  22. Marshanelson, I’m glad you enjoyed the read. Thanx for slidin’ thru!! BPEACE…

    November 21, 2011 at 3:52 am

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