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.
thelabpoetry 
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.
David
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
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
~Ray
November 15, 2011 at 9:23 am
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
Lost…
© 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
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
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.
David
November 15, 2011 at 11:03 pm
it was my pleasure D 🙂
November 15, 2011 at 11:51 pm
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
NICE PIECE ….RAY
November 16, 2011 at 9:42 pm
thank you
November 17, 2011 at 5:55 am
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
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
june amazing piece and great topic i will be back
November 16, 2011 at 2:30 am
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
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
~Ray
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.
David
November 16, 2011 at 1:41 pm
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.
David
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.
David
November 17, 2011 at 6:21 am
“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.
David
November 17, 2011 at 6:28 am
~ AMBITION LOST ~
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
HAMZA THE LION SLAYER
November 16, 2011 at 4:01 pm
Very deep and very powerful. Thanks for coming through Hamza. You killed it.
David
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
Whoa! This piece is incredibly in tune with so much of me! Deep and powerful!
November 17, 2011 at 5:59 am
I must say that I just witnessed GreatNess!!
November 16, 2011 at 4:31 pm
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.
D
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
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
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
“Fluids”
I was wet
And sticky with you
All over me
Wondering what you might do
Next
Sitting sauté d in my
Lotions
Grinning wide and deep
I can still feel your lips…
And o the places you’ll go
Especially when you feeling
Inspired
Your clitoris
Soaked and throbbing
enveloped
In those luscious
Lips
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
*gasp*
I dove again
Absorbing the scents,
The moistures,
The heat….
Oooooooh
So awesome
The feeling of your
‘Gasms,
Your spasms,
Your moans…
penetrating
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
Across…
So
There I was
Wet and sticky
Your fluids
dripping
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.
David
November 16, 2011 at 9:01 pm
thas hella ambitious right there homie!
November 17, 2011 at 1:59 am
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.
David
November 17, 2011 at 12:27 pm
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.
AMBITION LOST
IN ME THERE HAS ALWAYS BEEN THAT RELENTLESS DESIRE TO ASPIRE
DREAMING WHILE EYES WIDE OPEN ON WHAT WILL TRANSPIRE
ON MY AIM FOR DIRECTION & SATISFACTION I CONSPIRE
PURSUING EACH & EVERY PART AS IT IS SET ABLAZE, ON FIRE
SEEKING IN ME TO BE TRUSTY FOR IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN LIT
AS I CONTINUE TO SET MY SIGHTS ON HIGHER ASPIRATIONS
FROM TIME TO TIME AMBITIONS GET LOST…..
November 17, 2011 at 2:15 pm
Very nicely written Sonya. Thanks for reppin big up in here… up in here
David
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
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.
David
November 18, 2011 at 1:29 am
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
DEATH
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.
David
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
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.
David
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
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
Forever
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
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.
David
November 20, 2011 at 4:08 am
Thanks David, for the compliment. I appreciate it very much.
November 20, 2011 at 3:42 pm
Awesome penning June! That’s some real talk right there! xo
November 21, 2011 at 1:35 am
Marshanelson, I’m glad you enjoyed the read. Thanx for slidin’ thru!! BPEACE…
November 21, 2011 at 3:52 am