“Blind Leading The Watchful”
By: Marc Olivier
If the tongue holds power why do we hold our tongue. Instead of fearing power we should teach our young. Our eyes see what peers don't , are hearts move but our minds don’t. Yet we say nothing. Has society made us speechless or have we learned to use our speech less. Power without execution is not power at all. When the opportunity strikes we stall. In order to speak up you must stand up, in order to stand up you must stand for something. For those who watch must stand down, for those who don't must stand ground.We were not created to be silenced but to break sound. We were not created to be hindered but unbound.
“Seven Seconds”
By: Marc Olivier
I live in time but dream beyond, time is endless yet isn’t long.The world still spins while standing still. My soul finds rest but my life’s fulfilled. I leave behind memories but carry legacies.
“A Symphony of Style”
By: Marc Olivier
The best styles are tailored by an artisans hand. Some styles are silent yet some are grand. From size & shapes to colors & fabrics. Timeless patterns or monochrome classics. Style is what one believes is true to themselves & their view of the world. Style is music, felt not heard, An unspoken rhythm, pure in nature. A song of beauty, true and fine. With every style comes a unique design.
“Unspoken Contract”
By: Marc Olivier
The path of the unknown is walked with a heart of faith. A trail of progress left without a trace. A single clap for yourself and nothing more. Life as an entrepreneur is jumping off a cliff and hoping you sore. Every risk doesn’t come with rewards but no risk guarantee’s none at all. Working year round, summer, spring, winter, fall. Only few recognize the significance & fewer experience it.
“Endure”
By: Marc Olivier (Inspired By A Poet)
When I am broken you are whole. The tears you bare reside on my chest I won’t bare tears until yours are put to rest. Pain is mine, Bliss is yours. I am safe while you are safer, you're never present in the midst of danger. Stress is mine, peace is yours. I cannot sleep until you get yours. Anger is mine happiness is yours. In a world full of darkness I want to lighten your path. The wicked is mine, the pure is yours…but you are mine.
“The Lost & The Lonely ”
By: Marc Olivier
Money without freedom is slavery, freedom without money is freedom.We pay for land, we pay to fly. We pay for living, we pay to die. We pay to eat yet the trees that bare fruit allow us to breath.We would pay for space if we could actually leave. A “free”world….where ideas are free but the results will cost. A “free” world…. where we seek for truths which we never lost. The cost of living isn’t living at all, time to time I ask myself how far will we fall.
“Unsettling”
By: Marc Olivier
My mind wrestles with the idea of limits. Everything I seek for everything I find. Why do we create barriers that we cannot bare. Why create problems that are never there. We are not slave to our mind but slave to our emotions. The reality is we are reality. The reality is whatever you want it to be. The reality is the door and we are the key. Our minds are priceless, our ideas are free. The only limitation is me not what I choose to be.
“Miles & Inches”
By: Marc Olivier
I present my presence without knowing what she has in store. Love is a risk yet without it I feel as if i’m risking more. She’s a masterpiece to the naked eye. Yet a one sided coin still has two sides, the time with her doesn’t feel like time at all. Yet after we depart she never calls. I present myself as a safe space but the space for her is empty. Days turn to weeks feel like months and while we drift apart patient and ignorance draw closer together. My absence means nothing to her, my presence is no longer a gift. A relationship yet this ship has not sailed far, I lose a piece of myself trying set the bar. To me she was a flower a dandelion in fact, but I was running out of water trying to keep her intact. I asked myself why do I love the way I do? I don’t doubt love but with who? I ask myself would I still walk a mile for love.….only if love walks a inch.
“The Man In The Mirror”
By: Marc Olivier
There is a man who rises before the sun, He works till it’s finished, not when he’s done. There is a man who walks alone, a guardian of silence, where strength is grown. His heart is a lion’s, fierce and untamed, his mind is like platinum unbreakable, unchained. There is a man whose presence is power, a storm in the stillness, a force to devour. In his absence, the world feels the weight of the void, An echo of greatness none can avoid. There is a man who refuses to rest, Who takes no shortcuts, nor settle for less. There is a man who doesn’t just dream; he conquers, he builds, Turning ambitions to empires on unbroken hills. When the ending is near yet the distance unknown, This man will appear, and his power will be shown. For this man is my future self, my highest design, A force of creation, both mortal and divine.
“Half Way There”
By: Marc Olivier
The beauty of reaching ninety percent is you know you’r half way there. The climb has been steep and the journey has been rare. From this height your body demands comfort but your mind demands discipline. From this height you must refuse to settle and pursue the second wind. The ninety percent will toast with their peers while the hundred percent will shift into gear. For they learned the truth few can comprehend, the road to success has no end. The hundred percents consume the thoughts that leave limits behind. When you control your situations, you control your time. At ninety percent the world will applaud your name but only the one hundred percent rewrites the game. The ninety percent feels safe, like a place you can rest. This is the equivalent to taking your last breath. Choose your path, glory or gain, while the hundred percent becomes the difference the ninety remains the same.