There's much more to life than what you want and need
There's others out there with more important needs
But life is full of selfish people ignoring the pain
Or so it seems
All people can see is what THEY have to gain
Look at life beyond whats only in YOUR mind
Think about the hurt of others and what they find
Inside yourself is something much more than you can see
All you need to do is put aside what's in your own world
And think outside the box to whats outside the things you believe

I looked in the magazines
And saw beauty.
So I changed myself
So the world would think I'm pretty
Because I thought everyone found me ugly.

But then I looked in the mirror
And I realized
It was me
Who didn't think I was beautiful
It was me
Who needed to accept myself.

Perhaps me and the moon are similar..
hollow inside secretly...
scratch the latter line..the powers that be are seeking me..
you manifest light..where darkness should overcome it..
Are you God,? Did you say let there be light? Or did you hum it?..

but i revel in your loneliness, with silence and stillness..
Psychologist say  anti-social but my gift is no illness...

i skip rocks, in the dark blue lake where the moon reflects..
every rock, prophetic, a prophecy doomed and blessed..

and as the rocks sink, so do the illusions of my mind...
that illustrate an infinite hologram of space and time..
And..

i create the ripple as i launch the small boulder...
if i create such a ripple, imagine if i had a shoulder..

I mean in a sense..i create the reality I see...
and thats the secret of the universe..you heard it here from me...

never throw a rock if you dont want it to sink,
never pick the rock up, first.. stop and think..
And everytime you launch one remember the lake takes the blow..
the lake is the universe.. so start skipping slow...

and if you feel lonely, look up at the ever lasting light, Moon...
you will soon realize that God's been staring at you since the womb...

when it shifted back and forth the water in your mothers body in accordance...
to the accordion played by the angels, as heaven whispers with importance..


-afj

Nothing*
        fills the soul
Like the fruit
            of your **womb

Your eyes
Restless but soft
Like a river flowing through my skull
Dispersing into the cracks
Making the hollow overflow
Abundant with the sound
Of Your voice, unbound
Winding through my mind
Making my heart pound

Poetry is art
      Poetry is visual

Poets can see the words

The way a play write
Can see the actors on stage
       with every line he writes

The way a musician
Can see the notes dance on air
       with every key she plays

The way a sculptor
Can see the final sculpture
       with every cut of their knife

The way a painter
Can see the waves of the ocean
        with every stroke of blue
                  on a blank canvas

Poetry is visual
      Poetry is art
            Poets are artists
       They write **from the heart

I am resurrected, hanging, pinned
On the ground you are kneeling, tugging at my shins
I bleed onto your fingertips, seeping, brimmed
You cannot take more of me,
I've given and I've sinned

I will not relent,
each day that I burn

You reach through me, clasp, pull my body in
I am resurrected, hanging, kneeling at your shins
I am yours, clasped, ****** and pinned